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“Fine, that’s not a problem.” He laughed. “You can kneel at my feet.” The comment was accompanied by a rap of the wood on the crease of her thigh.
Jenny squawked. “I shall do no such thing.”
“Your cunny says differently.” He dipped the tip of a cool finger inside her and circled it.
He toyed with her, and she writhed, oblivious to the pain of the smacks and delighting in the thrusts of his fingers. The pattern continued—two swipes of the paddle on the other cheek followed by a tease of her cunny.
Bucking against the bolster cushion, she rubbed the exposed nub of her clitoris on the coarse stitching. Elias tutted and looped his free arm around her waist to keep her still. The paddle, far from causing great suffering, was a magnificent cure for her nerves. Inexplicably, the spanking calmed her, allowing her to forget where she was and who she should be—a fine lady. Elias used crude words with a confidence that aided her descent into debauchery. He worked two fingers in and out of her wet hole.
“I want to come,” she squealed.
“No until that thing is inside you,” he replied. “You’re nearly ready.”
He dispensed with the mean paddle. It had served its purpose and lighted a fire in her derriere that reached into her core, igniting her further.
“Please, don’t stop.”
“Patience.”
He ceased his frisking, and she slumped, frustrated by the incomplete orgasm.
Elias leaned over her and kissed the nape of her neck. “Don’t fret, it’s not even dark and the night is long. Your promise still stands, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” she said clearly.
“Good. Now lie on your back and draw your knees up and your heels to your bottom. That’s it.” He helped direct, orchestrating each movement with a gentle, yet firm, grip of his hand on her ankles and thighs.
To her great pleasure, he undressed, and from out of his breeches sprang the element of his masculinity that never failed to excite her. He ignored the dildo and instead picked up a string of white pearls that he had found in a box downstairs. Kneeling between her splayed legs, he dangled them above her belly and slowly lowered the necklace. The first pearl dropped into her navel, and from there, he dragged it down.
“Oh, it tickles.”
He laughed. “Just wait.”
The beads slipped passed her mound and between her folds, following the line of her slit. With a small jerk of his wrist, he trailed the necklace up and down, driving her to the brink of a climax as each bead in turn tickled her clitoris.
“Do you like this?” he asked.
She opened her eyes, and he cocked his head to one side. Relaxed and indulgent, how could she possibly say no? The morose man who’d greeted her at Kitty’s house had been banished.
“Yes,” she said and accompanied her affirmation with a gasp.
He was putting the necklace inside her, winding it between his fingers and using each bead to caress and tease. She giggled—she could not help it—and the merriment was contagious. He laughed with her.
When he had finished tormenting with the pearls, he drew them slowly from her and put them to one side. Her legs shook so much, she had to cling on to them to stop them collapsing. He reached over and picked up the wooden shaft with the two sacs carved into its end.
She shook her head. “I’m sure I’m not ready.”
“You are,” he said firmly.
“It’s huge.”
He raised an indignant eyebrow. “Am I not big?”
“Oh yes,” she said quickly.
“And hard?”
“Very hard,” she agreed.
