We were meant to be back at the cottage by now. I'd originally planned on satisfying the curiosity Sunny had for being restrained and paddled—a scenario from her notes that I thought would be especially appealing in front of the large mirrors in the dungeon.

"God, that's so nice," Sunny murmured, toes curling and another sexual moan rising from her throat.

I could see her pussy now under the shadow of the robe, red and tender. I could smell her arousal too, tart and sweet and tempting. But Sunny had soft, red scratches on her skin from my claws, and delicate bruises too. There were shadows under her eyes, and after she'd finished draining my balls dry with her mouth this morning, she'd drunk two full glasses of water in a row, not having realized how parched she'd become. Her body was rightfully tired, and while she'd paid for this experience, this stretching of her limits, the strain of being under command, I couldn't resist this backwards selfishness.

Sunny needed care, and I was making that my only goal for our day. I'd been feeding her since we woke, making sure there was always a tempting snack close at hand. Once this massage was done, I would carry her into another bath full of salts to soothe her muscles, plus oats and milk and herbs to heal her skin. We would nap in the dark of the den, take dinner by candlelight, and I would carry her back to the cottage under the moonlight.

"Khell," Sunny breathed, nudging me with her other foot. "What time is it?"

"I don't know," I lied.

We only have one more day, I thought. She will leave me tomorrow night. 

Sunny hummed as I pulled and rubbed at her toes before switching to her other foot. She started up her moaning again and I huffed, forcing my stare up to the ceiling of the den rather than the sensual woman in front of me.

"Are you bored, petal?" Was she wondering why I hadn't proposed our next game? The ones we were meant to be playing.

"Nooo," Sunny said, drawing the word out, her head shaking. "You're…you're making me rest, aren't you?"

"Yes. You need it."

I braced myself for her argument, my frown growing deeper as I found a scratch on one of her ankles, probably from running through the woods the day before.

"I do," Sunny said on a sigh. She swept her hair back from her face and smiled at me. "Thank you, Khell."