Thirty-eight:
Princess Sirena
It was a long, hot summer. I spent most of my days avoiding Zale at any cost to convince The Argenti that I wasn’t in love with him. I had no real responsibilities yet and everyone seemed to agree that because of the kidnapping, and the accident, I was allowed to spend the summer adjusting.
One day, I was in the garden, hiding in the maze. I had a picnic blanket and a book with me. The setting kept on reminding me of the day in the meadow at the hunting lodge. I thought of Zale’s fingers on me. I wanted to feel like that again. There was no one around, and I lifted the skirts of my dress. I put my hand in my panties, in between my thighs, and I rubbed the folds of my cunt.
I rubbed them until I was a dripping, shuddering mess and just as I was about to
