Tickling Submission -

“What… what do you want?” Lyra gasped, her face flushed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Lyra closed her eyes, and in the warm silence of the library, she found a strange, profound peace in the ruins of her resistance. She had not been broken. She had been asked to surrender—and finally, she had chosen to. tickling submission

Lady Vane didn’t answer. She just kept the feather moving, maddeningly slow, from arch to toes and back again. She knew exactly where the nerves were most raw. Lyra’s laughter grew louder, more frantic. It wasn’t joy anymore. It was a tide rising past her control. “What… what do you want