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“Take it, Josie… take my cock up your sweet arse for me. I know it hurts, but I want you to take it for me, anyway.”
If words could melt her into a puddle of lust, Elijah’s would have. His cock thrust deeper, his groin finally settling against her hot cheeks, but the stab of pain aroused her even more. Shewastaking it for him. Taking the whole punishment to please him. To pleasure him.
When he pulled out, she cried out again at the odd sensation of him receding inside her. She was even more sensitive to the movement, her fingers scrabbling for purchase. It felt as if she was being dragged along with him… then he thrust in again, more smoothly this time, and she was full again.
“Oh, please! Elijah!” She threw her head back as he rode her with long, slow strokes, causing chaos within her body.
The sensations were too new, too odd, to give her the satisfaction her body was clamoring for, yet each thrust sent her arousal soaring. She gripped the sheets beneath her bound hands, her toes curling as the strange sensations rippled through her in spasms.
It felt different from every time before and yet similar. Her pussy ached, clenching emptily, but with every stroke of his cock, he pressed against something inside her that made her body hum and buzz, pushing her closer to orgasm.
Elijah’s fingers moved, sliding over her hip and down between her legs to stroke her aching pussy. Josie screamed at the shocking sensation of his touch where she needed it most, pushing her to a climax while he fucked her arse.
It was depraved, punishment and pleasure combined, and so utterly delicious. She was his—completely. Every part of her had been thoroughly dominated by him, claimed and conquered.
She splintered apart at his touch.
Her back arched as he rubbed, her orgasm overpowering her senses, leaving her bucking beneath him, driving her hips back against his thrusting cock. It hurt deliciously, the pleasure increasing because of the pain it had to overcome, and the climax felt fuller, more all-encompassing, than any from before.
Josie collapsed, and his body drove hers into the bed. Her pinched nipples pressed against the mattress, trapped under her body, the compression making her scream again as another climax wracked her.La petite mort, the little death—true to its name, darkness took her as she heard Elijah groan as he buried himself deep, his cock throbbing as he filled her bowels.
Elijah
On the heels of utter bliss, there was a small moment of panic when he realized Josie had fainted, but he calmed quickly. Such an occurrence was not common within the Society, but it was not unknown. Once he saw she was breathing evenly and easily, he relaxed.
By the time he had unclipped Josie’s rosy nipples, cleaned her with several damp cloths—since the dirt she’d added to her person required more than one—and unbound her wrists, Josie was softly snoring. Elijah’s lips twitched.
This time, as he curled up in bed beside her, pulling her into his arms, he did not care what gossip it might bring. Somehow, he would protect her. For now, he wanted her here in his arms, where he could feel every breath she took and knew she was safe.
The next morning, when she sleepily snuggled into him, he rolled her onto her back and thrust between her willing thighs, riding both of them to climax before breaking their fast.
Chapter 34
Josie
Sore all over, inside and out, Josie stared at her husband across the table. He looked utterly normal, reading his paper, making the occasional comment to his brothers or his father, as if they had not had life-altering relations in his bed last night.
Perhaps for him, it had not been life-altering…
For Josie… she had never imagined giving up so much control to a man, but as she sat gingerly on her chair, she kept sneaking glances at Elijah, hoping for his approval, and when he met her gaze and smiled, she felt warm all over.
Part of her was shrieking she was a ninny for allowing him to do all those awful things to her, but another part of her knew as soon as she was fully recovered, she was wont to get him to do them again—even putting his cock in her bottom. It had been awful and wonderful at the same time. This morning, he’d taken her the usual way, his hands gripping her sore bottom, chest hairs abrading her sore nipples, and she had exploded in climax.
Now, it was impossible to look at him without feeling the aches throughout her body. Blasted man. Yet she had never felt so happy and satisfied, albeit annoyed it would be days before she was comfortable riding a horse. At least they were in London, not the country, so it was not such a great loss.
As if he could hear her thoughts, Elijah lifted his gaze, and Josie blushed.
The next few days passed peaceably, though she could sense Elijah’s tension as no new information about the traitor came in. Jacques had hardly been a font of information. Unfortunately, investigations took time, and Josie was not a very patient person.
Three mornings after they had met Jacques, a letter arrived for Uncle Oliver at breakfast. Sitting at the head of the table, as he always did, he sat up straighter when he saw the handwriting on the outside of the letter, drawing Josie’s attention and curiosity.
“Father?” Adam’s attention had also been drawn, and Elijah and Joseph looked up from their own plates as well.
“It’s from Evie,” Uncle Oliver said, breaking the seal. No other words could have grabbed all of their attention as quickly.
Josie had checked in with Mary and Lily the night before, but neither of them had heard from Evie recently. Things had been at a standstill as they waited for more information, whether from one of Uncle Oliver’s operatives or from Evie. She had enjoyed the time with her friends and Elijah, but she also felt itchy, as if something terrible was about to happen. Knowing Evie was well enough to send a letter was a massive relief.
“Dear Uncle Oliver,” he read aloud. “Tell Elijah he needs to be more careful—the man he met at the Tramp’s Den was murdered. If he would like to verify, he needs to visit St. Bartholomew’s immediately.”
