Heaven (2)

At dinnertime, the long dining table beneath the enormous chandelier was laden with an abundant array of dishes.

Kaelan sat at the head of the table, while Noah and I sat to his right.

“Daddy, Mommy and I saw ants today, and flowers, too.”

“Did you? It must have been fun.”

Kaelan pretended to listen to his son while slicing his meat with elegant movements.

On the surface, it was a flawless and harmonious meal shared by a noble family.

But beneath the tablecloth, my situation was different.

The plugs filling my insides had been pushed even deeper by my seated position, pressing against my organs.

I clenched my thighs and spooned up soup so the arousal fluid flowing from me would not run down my legs.

Behind me stood my father, Ethan, dressed in his butler’s uniform...