Tickling Submission -

Lyra slumped against her bonds, panting, her whole body humming. Her cheeks were wet, her hair a mess, her dignity in tatters. And yet… the silence felt strange. Empty. She found herself leaning forward, seeking Lady Vane’s hands.

The polished mahogany floor of the grand library was cold against Lyra’s bare knees. She knelt in the center of the room, her wrists bound behind her back with soft, unbreakable silk. The only sounds were the crackle of the fire and the slow, deliberate footsteps of Lady Vane circling her. tickling submission

Lyra lifted her chin, defiance still flickering in her eyes. “It was trite. The rhymes were forced.” Lyra slumped against her bonds, panting, her whole

“Why should I?” Lady Vane asked, switching to the other foot. “You haven’t given me what I want.” She knelt in the center of the room,