That was nothing. Wesley’s silence was far more terrifying. Amaya felt tears spring into her eyes as she wondered if this would the mistake that los... her Wesley. The tears stunned her, but she didn’t let herself think about it. She had to know what Wesley thought.“Amaya, listen very carefully to me,” Wesley said his tone was very serious. “I will not call on you tomorrow. You’ve certainly earned a reprieve. But when you go on your date, you’re going to let Chris fuck you. If he doesn’t make a. It was petty, but it would never be forgiven and certainly never forgotten.As Madame Fouquet was an old friend of Aurora’s family, her visits there were, if not tolerated, at least overlooked. It was a place of refuge for us, away from Versailles, where we could quietly be together for short periods as if we were man and wife.We walked together in the gardens behind the château with its remarkable gardens arm-in-arm, happy and content.“Last week I encountered the Queen at Versailles,” Aurora. One: Unless I order you to, you will not touch her. You can add to her discomfort or pain anytime though. But no gentle treatment out comforting her. She insisted on this.Two: She will not speak for the entire evening. Again, she insisted.Three: My main focus tonight will be on her, while you assist me."Slowly I walked over to those two. I could tell by the way she looked at me that Ashley was very exited. And I was beginning to feel the same way. Mike knew that I was bi-curious and I thought. I've always fantasized about being…raped.''Sweetheart, are you serious?'The beautiful, slender blonde girl just nodded. 'Yes, Noah. I know it sounds twisted, but it's true. Ever since I turned 15, I've had this fantasy where strong black men break into my house and rape me over and over, abuse me…like a plaything. And…and part of the fantasy is that my husband is helpless, forced…to watch. It's sick, I know. But…ugh, I don't know why I'm telling you this.'Noah had stroked Mia's hair and kissed.