Page 34 of Born for Silk
I want to trace each place he touched. Follow her finger. Want to lick it. Want to mark it. Heat expands in my veins. Needing to ease some tension, I crack my neck to the side, then to the other.
So… This is the Silk Girl’s prowess. A potent balance of innocence and interest; that boy didn’t stand a chance to refuse her. This creature in my arms was conditioned from a babe to be what a man wants, as, what is the point of having a breeding vessel who cannot keep a man hard. She wouldn’t even know how subtle the messages in her teachings are or how they consume a man’s mind.
Like now…
With her slow movements.
Touching herself for me.
Slow. Behaved. Sweet.
But unknowingly seductive.
“He touched you there?” I growl, fighting against the pulsing need in my cock. I flex my hard-on against her underside but wish I could squeeze it inside her. Fuck, she’d be tight. Too tight, we’d both be in agony. “Did you like it?”
Slowly, her brows draw in and she shakes her head, trying to shake the mask away. I lower it, revealing her plump red lips. Red lips… too red. Blood has rushed to them…
Her eyes roll backward.
Fuck.
“Aster,” I shake her lightly.
Not now. I look her over again, place the back of my hand on her forehead. Her skin radiates heat; she is burning up. Her perspiration is slick against my knuckles. Clammy. She’s fucked. I part her lips to open her mouth and look at her tongue… Then it dawns on me. Bacteria.
Tetanus.
Part Three
To be a Silk Girl
Chapter One
Aster
Silk Girl Vows:
Adore. Pleasure. Provide.
“What temperature do you want your shower?” Someone with an elegant accent asks from across the large room. I lift my wrist to see the smooth surface, skin grafted to the place my tattoo used to be—healing.
How can that be?
I must be dreaming…
I was only just in the tank with my king…
Or was I?
Why would I be alone with him in the first place? Confusion rolls through me. Maybe I’m still in that dank space—the Endigos are eating me slowly, and I have checked out like the live meat. Pieces of me being licked and chewed…
I blink at the new skin; I don’t feel real. I have to be asleep. Fur Girls dream more than Silk Girls.
We aren’t at peace.
Sitting on the edge of a giant bed, I swing my legs to and fro as though I were on an enormous cliff face. The carpeted floor is hundreds of miles from my toes, like a descent to the depths of The Cradle. Into The Crust I dive…
“I'm sorry,” I say to the space below my feet, “What did you say?