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Azurene: Divine Seduction
Amber Heat, the erotic imprint of Amber Quill Press
Excerpt from Azurene: Divine Seduction: This was a room not meant for teachings of Amak. Instinctively she understood that. This was a room of punishment hidden within the body of pleasure. She exchanged no words with Olan, but simply stood watching him as he pulled out four gold cuffs and then turned toward her. He lifted one of her hands and encircled her narrow wrist with the first one and then sealed it closed. She noticed several round hooks embedded in the metal bracelet. Olan sealed another around her other wrist and then both of her ankles were encircled with the remaining gold cuffs. The trembling became worse, because she didn't know what was going to happen to her. What kind of punishment did Teacher plan to exact upon her? He then pulled out some lengths of gold chain and attached those to each of the cuffs and then led her to the wall. He turned her to face it, then stretched one arm up as far as it would go, adjusted the length of chain and fasted it to the hook in the wall. She wanted to run, to scream, but this was something she had to do. If not for Teacher, for herself. To show that she was brave, not just headstrong. That she could accept the repercussions of her actions. When her arms were tightly held in place, Olan pushed her feet apart and clamped her legs in place. And then, to her shock, he began to roll up the back of her caftan, exposing her bare buttocks. He pinned the excess material up, holding it in place. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Even her pussy felt more bare than it ever had before. Yet, surprisingly, she was wet, more so than when Teacher played with her with his fingers and brought her to orgasm time and time again. Her vagina clamped repeatedly on empty space, eager to be touch, to be filled. Her stomach clenched tightly and she could smell her arousal. Olan left the room and she heard the door shut behind her. She tried to crane her neck around to look, but was unable to turn very far. The silence in the room surrounded her. She'd never heard silence like this before. It was not like the solitude of the desert. This was far different. She turned her attention to the wall in front of her. She now realized the material was crushed shells, not stone as she had at first thought. Everything was so very different here from the desert. There was certainly no place like this room in her father's palace. And she had a feeling she should be very grateful for that fact. Her arms started to ache and she had no idea how much time had passed, or would pass, before Teacher arrived. Nor did she have any idea what he planned to do. The quiet started to grate on her nerves, her body winding tighter and tighter, making her want to scream. She was certain she could hear the beating of her heart and the shells embedded into the wall seemed to come alive, moving and undulating like snails along the earth. Her breathing grew more rapid, her imagination seeming to take over as she fantasized about the lethal water creatures coming to life, leaping from the water. Stop it. She would not lose control. She would not panic. Taking deep breaths, she controlled her heart rate. Was this part of the punishment? The excruciating long wait for something to happen? Anything? Well, she would not give in to these frantic feelings of panic. She was stronger than that. Then she heard the click of the door as it opened and closed behind her. Someone had just entered the room.
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