“Wider than that,” his royal tormentor whispered against his ear, her hands caressing his flanks with seeming gentleness before abruptly smacking against his bared ass with a resounding slap. “I know you can spread your legs wider.”
“Damn you,” Aldric gritted out between clenched teeth, unholy runes flaring hot against his neck as the accursed slave collar reacted to his refusal to comply. Heat licked down his spine, searing and scorching through his bones until it reached the soles of his feet, invisible flames compelling him to yield or be burned from the inside out.
Her fingers, though, were blessedly cool against his side, a promise of relief, if only he would obey.
Moments passed, stretching longer and hotter the more he resisted; then finally, with a strangled snarl, the knight commander forced his legs farther apart, his nakedness now even more pronounced for the princess’ viewing pleasure.
Instantly, the fire dissipated, and Aldric convulsively clenched his fingers against the stony protrusions of the wall in front of him, struggling to ground himself as he found himself able to breathe once again.