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Lady!”
    “Well that’s what’s going to happen to you, per the Mistress’s order, if you don’t fuck that beast!”
    Honey Wine froze, her heart throbbing her chest before she gathered the courage to shout, “Fine, let her –”
    Torn’s hand clamped over her mouth and he dragged her to his chest. She turned, glancing up at him and saw the fear in his eyes as he shook his head.
    “It’s all right,” she told him, her entire body trembling. “You went through it.”
    “But not you!” He embraced her so that he could whisper in her ear without the guards noticing. “I would rather be dead than see you at her mercy.”
    “Torn,” she whispered back, slipping her arms around him and holding him tightly. “What are we going to do?”
    “Pretend.”
    “What?”
    “Hey! What are you two doing in there? I want to see some fucking going on!” Bron growled.
    Torn shoved Honey Wine against the wall, grasped her wrists, and pinned them above her head as his mouth covered hers. His tongue traced the shape of her lips and slipped into her mouth as her own caressed it.
    He ran his hand over her ribs, just grazing her breasts.
    “It’s all right. You can touch them,” she murmured. They had to make the show look good, but as Torn’s large hand cupped one of her breasts and his thumb stroked her nipple through the fabric of her robe, she wondered if it was a show anymore. Her heart pounded as he dropped her hands and cupped her other breast. He rolled both nipples between his thumb and forefinger while he continued kissing her and nuzzling her neck.
    One of his hands untied her robe, baring her body to him alone and shielding her from Bron’s prying stare. She felt his cock brush her belly, then press between them as he deepened the kiss. His steely chest crushed her breasts, and she felt him panting against her ear.
    “Don’t worry.” His whisper sounded strained. “I won’t penetrate you.”
    Honey Wine almost wanted to scream, No, penetrate me! Shove it in, for the Goddess’ sake! Yet she refrained. Instead she slid her arms around him and held him tightly as his erection remained firmly trapped between their bellies, part of it rubbing her clit and causing her to ache with impending climax. She knew she was going to come if he didn’t stop his movements, and she didn’t doubt he would as well by the sound of his breathing and the slamming of his heart she could feel through his chest.
    Suddenly her legs lost all their strength as she throbbed and shook in frenzied orgasm. She would have fallen had Torn not held her upright.
    As her breathing returned to normal, she realized his was taking a lot longer. His cock still felt rock hard.
    “Stay here a minute,” he whispered, pushing away so he no longer touched her. He remained, his hands braced against the wall, eyes closed, until his cock returned to its flaccid state as if by his force of will alone.
    He turned away from her suddenly, and Honey Wine, hands trembling with desire and anger at the spectacle they’d been forced to act out, tied her robe and stared at the door.
    Chuckling, Bron strode in, followed by several guards to drag Torn back to his cell.
    “I think you really liked that.” Bron grinned at her.
    “Apparently so did you.” Honey Wine sneered, nodding toward the wet patch on the crotch of his leather pants. She shoved past him, muttering, “Pathetic.”
    * * * * *
    The following evening, Honey Wine’s face was covered with a black hood as she sat beside Alva in her carriage. Her hands, bound with chains similar to the beasts’, were concealed beneath the folds of an expensive, fur-trimmed cloak The Mistress had insisted she wear.
    “Understand that all guests are of the purest blood,” Alva said. “Though your father was common—the Goddesses only knows why our mother chose to slip down with such a peasant— you can at least look the part of a lady. You might even find you enjoy the Entertainment, particularly when you see