She didn’twant to wake him. Biting her lower lip, she gave herbody one good relaxing stretch, found a position shecould hold, and drifted back i...to sleep.The next conscious moment was of a warm hand slidingover the welts on her thigh. The fingers traced thelengths of the raised bruises as a blind man readsBraille. She rolled instinctively towards the touch,opening her sore self once again to his pleasure. His hand moved to her inner thigh, caressing andprodding. As his fingers found the. But I was still smiling and I laughed a small breathy sound, weak and wry. “I’m... yes, I’m okay with that, master. Even if I don’t like something, my masochism makes me like to suffer it all the more. It’s kind of a plight, to be honest. It’s something I could never find the words to explain to other partners, especially soft dom types. They wanted someone to come to them willingly and I understood but I wanted to be forced too. I wanted to not like it, to hate them even. I first noticed it as. You haven’t been in this house for a long time. You’re bound to have memories. I do.” Her smile was replaced with anguish, the anguish of losing her son. Silence seemed the best response. An easy quiet slipped between us and, without thinking, I hugged her. I let her grief and mine snuggle between us. She sniffled and then turned away from me. “Fannie honey, I’m awful glad you decided to join us old folk. These Harvest parties get to be a little dull sometimes.” Mrs. McBride rubbed her arms.. Delphine said, “So, Arngeir, is it? You know why we’re here. Are you going to let us in or not?”“You’re not invited here. You’re not welcome here.” Arngeir said, true to form.“We have as much right to be at this council as all of you. More, actually, since we were the ones who put the Dragonborn on this path.”“Were you? The hubris of the Blades truly knows no bounds.”“If it were up to you, the Dragonborn would sit dreaming on this mountain, doing nothing!”Esbern interrupted. “Delphine, we’re.