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He gave the nub of ginger a final turn that sent not heat, but desire and longing and pleasure, coursing through Tallie’s body. When he removed the plug she glanced across her shoulder and saw he had wrapped it in his handkerchief and tossed it into the rubbish.
Good riddance to that thing, she thought.
But now as she lay across the foot of her bed she had a new problem. The ginger had awakened something in her. Yes, it had burned mightily, but it had also aroused feelings in her, submissiveness combined with longing. Urgent longing.
Zander had returned and was stroking her backside. Tallie had stopped bouncing on her tiptoes once the ginger had been removed and now she felt lethargy spreading through her body at the gentle glide of her guardian’s fingers over her exposed flesh.
She laid her heated cheek against the cool coverlet of her bed and moaned with pleasure and a longing for something that she could not define.
Zander’s hand continued to caress her rounded flesh and soon there was an intrusion into her bottom hole. What she could only surmise to be Zander’s finger thrust back and forth.
Her hands clutched the coverlet and she pushed back against the pressure of his digit in her arse. He said nothing, and she dared not speak for fear of breaking the spell of the moment between them—sending him back into his sense of duty and dismissiveness and calling her a brat. In that moment, all she wanted was the release only he could give her.
Never had she imagined such pleasure could be found in her most secret opening, having him plunder her with his hard finger in and out, in and out. She moved her hips to match him, pushing back and forth in rhythm with his strokes. Their bodies joined together as his finger filled her and satisfied the yearnings that had plagued her of late.
She could hear his breathing behind her growing labored, the thrusts of his finger more and more insistent in her pucker. She welcomed the fullness. Reveled in his mastery of her as well as the knowledge that he was not unaffected by their carnal pursuits.
After a few more thrusts back and forth, energy, a force, began to build within her, pushing her up on her toes and creating heated spasms in her nether region. Her breathing transitioned from shallow pants to labored gasps to urgent moans. Her fingers clawed at the coverlet on her bed and she gripped the fabric in tight fists as she was overtaken by a fierce climax that sent her toward the heavens until she combusted and floated back down.
Dark spots danced in her vision as she rested her head upon her bed, struggling to fill her lungs with air. Spent, panting, and sated, as she laid across the foot of her bed, utterly content.
When she came back to herself and her vision became less blurry, Zander removed his finger from her bunghole. He went to the basin, poured some water and washed his hands, and then returned to her with a warm cloth, which he used to clean her backside.
All of this was done without either of them saying a word. It was as though they both knew voices would shatter the moment.
Once Zander had cleaned her backside thoroughly, he tossed the rag to the floor and used his fingers to plunge the depths of her womanhood in much the same manner as he had her bottom hole.
It was a pleasure and an agony unlike any she had ever experienced. She was thoroughly slaked after the way he had finger fucked her bottom, and yet his touch upon her nether region had excited her once again. And she moved toward another climax.
Zander added a second finger and pumped her wet passage with his two wide digits pressing against the walls of her womanhood.
She crescendoed in another shattering climax and lay upon the end of her bed, panting.
Zander placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head, turned and left the room.
Chapter Four
For the first timein her life, Tallie felt uncomfortable with Zander. As was their habit, the two of them had adjourned to the library after dinner. They had not seen each other since their interlude in her bedchamber.
However, this night instead of enjoyable and entertaining dinner conversation, the meal had consisted of stilted interactions and uncomfortable silences. Tallie felt subdued and vulnerable after the way she had been manhandled and used by Zander. Her emotions were jumbled and confused. His treatment of her had been coarse and without the flowery talk and gentle touches she had envisioned—and craved.
Yet, it had spoken to a part of her soul of which she had been previously unaware. The need to be forced to submit to his will, to have him take her in hand and dictate the terms.
She had been encouraged since a young age to speak, think, and stand up for herself. So why did being spanked and debased and humiliated render her weak in the knees and craving more of the same? Instead of setting her own course, she yearned for him to take charge of her body and soul.
