Fynn circled around behind me where my exposed ass was in the air. As I heard him kneel in the grass behind me, I realized this wasn't about to be what I was afraid it was. This wasn't a torture session. This was something else entirely.

Vines circled my feet, holding me firmly in place. I had already been worked up by toying with Fynn earlier, seeing the desire in his eyes as he interrogated me. I could feel how slick I had gotten, and I wanted release.

"I've found ...