"Taste yourslf, Child," he murmurs, sliding a finger well-anointed with my own dew slowly between my lips and into my mouth. “Aren’t you divine?”
I raise my eyes to meet his, so steady and true, and begin to suck obediently.
Sol, at that moment, staring up at me that way, I could read your mind. I could see how intent you were on pleasing me, obeying me. And that makes Daddy happy. However, your obedience was incomplete…
I left that moment alone, your devotion to me was…persuasive. But recall my words, and see that my question was not rhetorical.
“Aren’t you divine…?”
Answer me, Sol.