She glanced down at herself

Adunbi helped her sit up. Her muscles protested, trembling. She felt exposed, raw, every nerve ending singing. The cool air on her completely hairless pussy was a stark sensation. She glanced down at herself. Her small breasts, with their pierced golden barbells glinting, her flat stomach, and the dark, glistening folds below, swollen and used. A drop of their combined fluids traced a path down her inner thigh.

He guided her off the bench, her legs buckling instantly. He caught her, his arm strong around her waist, and half-carried her the few steps to the bed. The sheets were cool, satin, and she sank into them with a sigh that was part relief, part exhaustion.

Quivina immediately moved closer, gathering Osa against her. The silk of the kimono was smooth, Quivina’s body beneath it was warm and impossibly soft. She smelled like safety and sin all at once.

“How do you feel?” Adunbi asked, sitting on the edge of the bed near her feet. His hand came to rest on her calf, his thumb making slow circles.

Osa had to search for the words. The gag, the plugs, the deprivation… it had stripped language from her. She’d been pure sensation. Now, thoughts were clumsy things. “Full,” she whispered finally. “Empty. Achy. Good.” She looked at him, really looked at him. “The… the burning. At the start. What was that?”

A slow, knowing smile touched his lips. He shared a glance with Quivina, who gave an almost imperceptible nod.