Daryl Devore's Black Dorn on WIP It Up Wednesday #WIPITUPWEDNESDAY

Welcome to Erotic Notions and WIP It Up Wednesday. This snippet is a continuation from my erotic medieval romance - Black Dorn.
Set Up – Branwyn's training does not go well.
(for those who haven't started at the beginning – Duna means instructor –  so Duna Trea is Branwyn's instructor. A Dune is one who is to be instructed. Branwyn is a Dune. Gon means King and lastly Gon Dra means Heir to the Throne.)



"Now, settle yourself on those pillows. Hands at your sides." As Branwyn sat, another man entered and knelt next to her. Trea pulled up Branwyn’s skirts and placed several pillows under her hips. "Your next lesson’s about allowing yourself to be touched. Will you obey or must I tie you in place?" She held up a handful of ribbons that had been on one of the pillows. Cold chills raced through Branwyn's body. She took two deep breathes to calm herself before speaking. "Tragor, Duna Trea." "Very good, Branwyn." To the kneeling man she spoke, "You performed well yesterday, and this is your reward. Arouse her, touch, stroke or kiss her. Do not enter her. If she does not moan then you may not release." The man did not speak, but moved closer to Branwyn. She tried to lie still, but her body trembled. Trea stood beside her and looked down. "This will be pleasurable, Branwyn. Your body will burn like it is on fire. You’ll beg for more." Branwyn's pulse raced as his hand neared her breast. She reminded herself of tragor. This is her duty. She squeezed her eyes shut, praying that he would somehow disappear. His fingers rippled across her nipple. "No. Stop." "Tragor, Dune." Trea grabbed her wrists, wrapped a silken rope around them and tied her to a metal loop in the floor. Slipping another rope around each ankle, she secured them to rings embedded in the wood. The man slid his fingers along the fullness of her breast and pinched a nipple. In the depth of Branwyn's belly nausea began to rise. A cold clamminess covered her body. "No. No. No." She tried to flail her arms and kick her feet, but her ties held fast. "Don't touch me." Malack! Would he help her? Her scream was so violent the man jerked his hand away from her breast. Trea stood next to her and held a long stick in her hand. "Tragor. Why must I repeat myself?" She held out the stick. "Do not fail." She pointed at the man. "Continue."




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