Page 44 of Born for Silk
She is a summer older than me.
‘I also put a little light reading in your drawer… with diagrams.’
My eyes widen on the ceiling.
Slowly, I sit up and look across at the drawer again. Stare. I go to it—again—and open it, now noticing other things inside: a brush, a small towel, folded white pages. Right.
Taking a big breath, I retrieve them before laying on my stomach and opening the pages up on the pillow.
My cheeks flush as I read the scene, a first-person account of being with a man.
I squirm on the mattress.
I wasn’t entirely sure I could take him inside me. I was afraid to be in the dark, but he slipped two fingers through my folds. “You’re ready,” he murmured.
He pressed my thighs down and worked himself into me, making loud noises that rumbled from deep within his chest.
And I took him.
All of him.
I was shuddering with pleasure at each pump, at each thrust. Having the special places inside me rubbed, soothed, and massaged, every inch previously untouched, now pressed, and caressed. I exploded.
Hesitantly, I turn the page to see the drawing of a wonderfully curvaceous woman wearing a Silk Girl Veil. She is throwing her head back, her body arching upward, and he… A massive Xin De man is fully sheathed inside her. Veins pop along his arms as he pins her down, muscles on his abdomen crunch together?—
I start to pant, feeling strange. So strange that I flip the page over, unable to look any longer. Shower, I need to shower— Or pee. I want to pee so badly.
I stand up and rush to the bathroom, sit on the toilet and feel a tingle when I wee into the bowl.
What the hell is wrong with me?
What the hell is happening?
Chapter Four
Aster
Silk Girl Vows:
For The Cradle, I vow to live free of jealousy. It is a disease that does not leave space inside the heart for Meaningful Purpose.
“Hmm,” a girl named Island, The Estate’s Modistes Girl, makes a drawn-out sound of contemplation as she circles my naked body. “Small.”
I wrap my arms around my middle, darting my gaze to Paisley, who sits in the corner watching us. I know I’m small; it’s literally been thrown in my face every day of my life.
Most Silk Girls have Xin De in them… But not all. In the past, only Xin De girls qualified to be Silk Girls, but since The Revive, the criteria are simply three generations of successful pregnancies and births. Sounds easy, but one miscarriage and you’re out. Forever. But Xin De mixed girls carry and birth the babies well. Better, in truth. They can carry the babes for longer, some, all the way to term. Which is not usual now given the massive size of a Xin De fetus.
I follow Island with my eyes. Her face is entirely covered in chalky white paint; her top lip is a bright red puckering arrow.
“Very sweet figure,” she notes, “but you could be a tad fuller in certain areas.”
She stops moving around me. “To add volume, I’m going to go with a heart-shaped neckline, really try to showcase those sweet little things to the lords.”
It’s been two days since I moved into my forever room. I’ve been told that there is a carnival in The Estate tonight. It is a word I didn’t know until today. It means party, of sorts. All the lords from every tower will be there, giving the five in his Collective a chance to view us amongst others. “I’ve never been dressed before.”
She finds a white, long-sleeve leotard with a heart-shaped neckline—like she advised—on the gold-gilded clothing rack. “Put this on first, then this long purple slip shirt. I will do your hair up high, show that long neck and décolletage. You’re the perfect ballerina.”
“So, you don’t think I’m too small?”