Oddly enough, to his mind, she began a toneless, tuneless drone.Oddly enough, to his mind, she began a toneless, tuneless drone. The vibrations spread up into his lower abdomen and through his body. Again, his body began to demand a release from this torturous pleasure. Releasing him, Rhea scooted her knees further between his legs. She began stroking the long strip of skin, so well pro- tected by his thighs. Tingles began to run through him. This was completely new to him. She licked as she would one of her girls, seeming to probe for an opening. The strokes became longer as she worked her way further back. The Dark Lord was unsure Rhea would actually go through with the logical conclusion; in fact, he had hoped she would not. The idea repulsed him. He felt the first, feather-light touches of her tongue near the tightly clenched sphincter. He grasped her hair and pulled her away rudely. "Where did you learn that? It wasn't here." "No, Master. Diebe, the Satyr's Delight. The Scarlet Lily uses the same method, but ends in the front." "How have you stayed in practice for nine years, then?" "Karab," she said quietly. Somehow, it was no surprise. The decadent ruler of Pergamum had made a habit of requesting Rhea, and now he thought he understood. "Go rinse your mouth. You have displeased me." "Yes, Master," she said, walking over to the basin. Pouring out a handful of water, she swished it in her mouth for a few moments. She spat into the basin. "Again," he commanded, as he opened the armoire. Taking out the whip that hung on the door, he looked at the slave. |