Rose woke to the empty bed, the sheets twisted around her legs, the lingering ache between her thighs a sweet reminder of last night's fucking session under the stars. The sun streamed through the villa's tall windows, already high in the sky. She was alone Daddy and Uncle Silas must have woken earlier, leaving her to sleep off the wreckage of their combined attentions. She cannot believe how they can follow their early rising if after last night adventure did they not felt drained out.

She stretched, feeling the soreness in her muscles, the tender pull of her piercings. A slow smile spread across her face. She craved them again, even now.