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“And what of me?” she stammered, eyeing the bag he held, knowing its contents.
“You are wicked creature. So wicked in heart and mind, that your body will need a long spell of taming.”
She clutched her hands together as if in prayer. “What if I don’t have the stamina?”
He placed the bag on top of a chest of low drawers, and one by one, removed the selection of objects. The last one, the enormous dildo, he set on the bedside table.
“Is it of consequence? Did you not say downstairs that I should do as I pleased?” He tested her, knowing this game was playing out for both of their benefits. At no point did he intend to force her, but if she grasped the concept of what he needed, she might embody wit and impudence and still remain submissive in nature.
“I might have done,” she said, nibbling on her lip. “Maybe,” she added with more confidence.
He smiled—she was beginning to flirt and apply a little of the resourcefulness he had come to admire in her. She was not without backbone; she had braved the fog to find him and set aside her honour to be with him.
“Do you retract your statement of lust?” He picked up the strange implement she had discovered. He fancied it was a paddle of some sort, possibly due to its carvings from the great continent of Africa. The shape of it resembled a tongue with a short handle. When he patted it against his palm, she flinched.
“I would have you treat me like a lady,” she retorted. She folded her arms under her amble bosom and applied a suitably cocksure expression.
How easy it would be to ravish Jenny there and then; she exemplified the contradictory—priggish and nervous—perfectly. However, a vulnerable woman would only trust in the right circumstances, Maria had once told him. “Don’t assume that means she is weak or pliable. She will only trust you if you take good care of her. Even in the heat of coupling, you must remain ever vigilant.”
With that in mind, he readied himself. “I think a spanking will serve to remind you that in this room, I am the master of all your desires. Now take off your clothes.”
She fumbled with laces and ribbons, struggling to untie them with quivering fingers. He did not help as watching her was a boon to the foreplay. She tried not to rush, but in her clumsiness, she managed to appear to be hasty.
“Don’t worry, dearest,” he said smoothly. “I shall not judge your lack of grace too harshly.”
She dispatched in his direction a glare of mock indignation before resuming her undressing with a huff of frustration.
Oh yes, his little Jenny wanted this more than she could ever imagine.
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Jenny approached the bed, her mind a whirlwind. Her nudity clearly enthralled Elias, and he watched her undress. She imagined that behind that stern façade was a dashing smile. Initially alarmed by his curt demand to undress, she quickly realised it was a game, a ruse to entice her into his arms.
The paddle, or whatever it was—she cared not for its original purpose—was thick and likely to be frightfully loud when it smacked her bottom. However, while Elias practised sweeping it through the air, measuring its weight, she decided he was of good judgement when it came to weaponry.
She folded over the edge of the bed, resting her hips on the bolster he had added, which ensured her arse, as he liked to call it, was raised high and rounded into two smooth moons. When he stroked each crescent, she shivered, and a trail of goosebumps raced up her spine to the back of her neck and scalp.
The reason for the spanking was spurious. If she was afraid, it wasn’t of the paddle but the large wooden ornament by the side of the bed. What on Earth had she been thinking
when she had suggested he insert it inside her? Would it fit?
“Now, Jenny, you need to spread your legs farther apart,” he commanded.
She shuffled her feet sideways. Elias whistled.
“What?” she asked, craning to see him over her shoulder.
“Your cunt is a pretty sight. Sleek with wetness and pink.”
A flurry of butterflies in her tummy greeted his lack of decorum.
With a firm hand, he pressed her shoulders back down onto the bed, and a whoosh sounded as the paddle cut through the air and landed on her bottom with a wallop.
“Gracious,” she shrieked. She snapped her legs back together. The thud was a shock, and the fire it generated was immediate.
Elias circled the stinging buttock with his palm. “Mm,” he said, as if savouring the heat. “A little lower for the next one. Right where you sit…”
“I shan’t be sitting ever again if you carry on like this!” She wriggled her bottom from side to side.
