“No one touches her p***y,” said Jane. She looked directly at Alice for the first time since entering. “That includes you, little slut. You’re about to break a bad habit.”
She touched the end of Alice’s nose with the tip of a delicate forefinger and smiled. “Don’t look so glum, Dear. This is your dream come true.”
The finger moved, lightly tracing Alice’s cheek and jaw line. Alice caught herself leaning into the touch, inviting more. Jane’s betrayal had destroyed the budding trust and affection Alice once felt, what remained was an inexplicable lust. It was as though Jane had become more potent and desirable by assuming complete control and revealing her true nature at last. Alice dreaded abandonment and longed to stay with Jane—even if it meant being hurt. Cruel gods must also be worshi
