Submission - Tickling

Lyra lifted her chin, defiance still flickering in her eyes. “It was trite. The rhymes were forced.”

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. tickling submission

“Ah,” Lady Vane whispered, her smile widening. “There it is. The body’s truth.” Lyra lifted her chin, defiance still flickering in her eyes

A tear of mirth escaped Lyra’s eye. A snort. Then a real laugh, short and bright, shattered the library’s silence. Lyra lifted her chin