Chapter 92

Troy

The night was quiet and peaceful. There was no danger in the air, no warning signs that anything might go wrong, or that an enemy was on the way.

Not that it was always easy to detect approaching danger, and I could be fooled, lulled into a false sense of security even, but the princes brought with them their own warriors, and it was harder than ever to sneak up on me.

Quinn slept peacefully by my side, curled up with her hand tucked in under her head.

We tried one of her little fantasies with the spreader bar. I used a riding crop on her for the first time. She wasn’t prepared for the intense cascade of pleasurable pain she’d experience, nor the lasting sting of the crop biting into her pussy.

After I took care of her and made sure she was all right, she thanked me and went straight to sleep. Usually, such an intense scene would knock me out cold – I didn’t think Quinn knew that it was as exhausting for me as it was for her – but tonight, sleep evaded me for some reason.

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