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  “Mind? No, it’s…it’s very sweet. I just…” She looked down at it again. “I just don’t know how…I mean, I’ve never…”

  “Just touch it to your pussy, Princess.” Varin’s voice was a soft, deep growl. “Move it around until you find the right spot and it feels good. Then go until you reach the peak. It’s easy, I promise.” He frowned. “Just be careful not to put it inside you.”

  “Inside me? Why?” Brynn looked up at him uncertainly.

  “Because of your maiden barrier.”

  “Barrier?” Brynn shook her head. This was the first she’d heard of such a thing. But of course, her one and only female anatomy lesson in the convent had been one of the Sisters telling her class that their “downstairs area” was to be left strictly alone except for necessary functions during their cycle. They had said, somewhat confusingly, that a female must remain “intact” or no proper male would ever want her, but Brynn hadn’t had any idea what that meant—nor had the other girls.

  “You’ve never been with a male, which makes you a virgin,” Varin explained, clearly seeing her confused expression. “You probably have a barrier inside you, a little way inside the entrance to your pussy—you should leave that alone.”

  “Why?” Brynn asked.

  He sighed. “I don’t want to scare you but it might hurt if you tear it or you might bleed. And…” He spoke reluctantly now. “Some people believe it should be for your husband—the male you join with—to rid you of it. That’s what your people think now, anyway.” His face went dark. “They used to have…other ideas.”

  “What ideas?” Brynn wanted to know.

  “Never mind.” Varin squeezed her shoulders gently. “Nothing you need to worry about. Just rub the tickle teaser between your pussy lips without putting it all the way inside you and you’ll be all right, Princess.”

  “Between…between my, uh, pussy lips?”

  “Mmm-hmm. Isn’t there a place when you touch yourself with your fingers that feels better than anyplace else?” he rumbled, raising an eyebrow at her.

  “Well…” Brynn nibbled her lower lip. “There is this little…bump,” she admitted at last. “It’s very…sensitive.”

  “That’s your clit, little one.” There was no mistaking the rumble of desire in his deep voice and his eyes were half-lidded and glowing in the dim room. “It’s the part of you that feels the best when you touch it…or when the male you’re with strokes it or licks it. That’s where you want to put the tickle-teaser.”

  “Oh,” Brynn whispered. She felt a little shiver of desire go over her. For some reason she had a mental image of Varin doing what he was describing to her, instead of doing it herself. She could almost see him between her legs, spreading her open, sliding the little tickle-teaser or maybe even his tongue between her slippery folds…

  The idea made her feel guilty…but not as guilty as she might have supposed. Instead she felt hot and flushed and there was a throbbing between her thighs.

  He took his arm from around her and sat up. “Just be sure to turn it off and hide it when you’re done, okay? The case recharges it so you don’t have to worry about running out of power in an…uh inopportune moment.” He laughed.

  “All right. But where are you going?” Brynn reached out a hand to stop him before he could get off the bed.

  Varin frowned and stood up. “Well, you look like you’re over your nightmare. And I thought you might like some, uh, privacy to play with your new toy.”

  “Oh…” Brynn felt her cheeks get hot. “I…I guess so,” she murmured. Already she felt cold and alone in the middle of her big bed without him but she knew it wouldn’t be proper to ask him to stay any longer—especially if she was going to “play” with the gift he’d given her, as he put it.

  Varin leaned over and stroked her hot cheek lightly with his knuckles, heedless of the pain it gave him to touch her.

  “Enjoy yourself, little one,” he murmured, his bronze eyes half-lidded in the moonlight. “And don’t worry about me seeing you in my dreams—just keep it under the covers.”

  “All right.” Brynn felt an almost overwhelming desire to ask him to stay—to ask him to help her use the little silver cylinder—but she knew it wasn’t right. “Good night, Varin,” she murmured. “And…and thank you.”

  “Anything for my Mistress,” he said and for a moment, Brynn thought he might kiss her, which would have been dreadfully improper—but nice too. But then he straightened up and left her chamber, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

  Chapter Eight

  After he left, Brynn lay in the darkness, thinking and turning the little tickle-teaser off and on with a twist to its base. Well—it wasn’t entirely dark, she thought—the moonlight was especially bright tonight, gilding everything in her room as it came pouring through her window.

  Varin’s words came back to her. “…don’t worry about me seeing you in my dreams—just keep it under the covers,” he’d said. Which was absolutely what she ought to do—if she used the naughty little device at all, Brynn told herself. But then a little voice inside her head spoke up.

  What if I do want him to see though?

  She felt an immediate sense of guilt—a holdover from her years at the convent, no doubt. The Sisters had been very stern and vigilant—checking to make certain nothing “improper” was going on several times a night.

  But when Brynn managed to push the guilt aside, she felt that restless sensation again. The feeling that the tips of her breasts were tight and achy and the place between her thighs—her pussy—was getting wet and hot. What would the buzzing little tickle teaser feel like if she touched it to those areas?

  Brynn wanted to find out.

  For a moment she felt uncertain then she remembered she wasn’t at the convent anymore. There were no nosy Sisters here to come in on her and condemn her and throw her out if she was caught doing the unthinkable. She had privacy now and a guard at her door to make certain no one bothered her. She could do whatever she wanted and no one but Varin would ever know. The idea made her feel bold and free and more daring than she had ever been in the past.

  Throwing back the covers and lifting her silky nightdress, she bared herself completely in the moonlight.

  Varin said he had visions of me sometimes, not just dreams.

  She wondered if he could see her now. Was he standing just outside her door, eyes front, seeing nothing but the opposite wall? Or was he seeing her naked body, spread out in the silvery moonlight with the little tickle-teaser in her hand?

  The idea that he might be watching—that he might be getting a vision of her—made Brynn feel incredibly hot for some reason. Earlier she’d told Lady Amalthia she had no need to put herself on display and that was normally true—she liked to keep herself decently covered while she was at Court. But there was nothing decent about what she was doing now…or what she was about to do.

  Experimentally, she put the softly buzzing tip of the silver tickle-teaser to her right nipple. An immediate burst of sensation went through her, making her gasp.

  “Oh!” she exclaimed as her little pink peak went tight and tingly. Goddess above—that felt good!

  She tried it on the other nipple with a similar result. The jolt of pleasure the little tickle-teaser gave her seemed to travel straight from her nipples to the hot place between her legs—to her pussy.

  Brynn played with her nipples some more and then had another thought—what if Varin wasn’t just watching her—what if he should actually come into the room? And then, what if he kissed her there—right where the tickle-teaser was touching?

  Of course, she knew it was impossible—his obedience bracelet would never allow him to touch her so intimately. But just picturing his big, muscular form bending over her, his sensuous lips pressed to her nipple…maybe even parting to not just kiss, but suck her tender peak as well…made her so hot she could barely stand it.

  Feeling more daring than ever, Brynn ran the little silver cylinder down