Guilt gnawed at her, a constant reminder of her betrayal. Fear, cold and paralyzing, threatened to consume her.
Yet, a strange, forbidden pleasure began to stir within her, a dangerous counterpoint to the fear and shame.
The Training Head watched her with a predatory gleam in his eyes, his breathing growing heavier.
He leaned down, his lips grazing her ear. "Good girl," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "You're learning quickly."
Dan Ya closed her eyes, trying to block out the thoughts, the images, the guilt. She focused on the sensations, the smooth, firm texture of his flesh, the way his body pulsed beneath her touch.
A low moan escaped her lips, a sound she both despised and craved. The Training Head chuckled, his grip tightening on her hair. "That's it," he urged, his voice rough with desire. "Stroke faster. Harder."