Chapter Twenty-Three
Proserpina“If Auden doesn’t let you come soon, I’m going to be the one to die,” Saint says. He keeps his voice low because he’s about to leave for work, and the renovation crew is periodically coming through where we’re standing with their mysterious reels and unlabeled buckets. “How much longer is this going to last?”
“I don’t know,” I say, too miserable to even whine about it properly. Auden’s denied me climaxes before, but never this long—a week since that rainy evening in the tower—a week of f*****g, spanking, all kinds of kinky s*x, all kinds of fun orgasms for him and none for me. I’m not even allowed to come with St. Sebastian, which Saint is not happy about. And not a little jealous of.
He misses being Auden’s. He even misses the misery.
Saint opens o
