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“Next time, we will have a full, considered discussion about your involvement. I will listen to all your reasonings, and you will listen to mine. We will come to an agreement on our best way forward, and you will follow that agreement, or you will pay the price. I will not always allow you to accompany me.”
It was surprisingly fair, and she might have felt chuffed at having changed Elijah’s mind, but it was not easy to concentrate on anything other than the thing taking up uncomfortable residence in her rear. The slight burn of being stretched was not terrible, but it was not comfortable, either. She could not focus when she was being so perversely defiled, especially since she found it so arousing.
“Good girl.” The accolade warmed her, and her bottom clenched. She gasped. The burn from being stretched seemed to have increased, especially when her muscles tightened around whatever he’d inserted.
“What…. Elijah! What is that? It’s burning!” She jerked, trying to reach for herself, even though she should know better by now. He caught her wrists easily, pinning her before her fingers got anywhere near the thing in her bottom. The itchy, stinging burn made her squirm as it grew hotter and hotter, and she bucked. Squeezing to push it out only made the heat increase, and she cried out.
“The ginger will not harm you, but it will hurt worse if you squeeze it,” he told her, a little too late to do her any good. Josie tried to relax, panting for breath.
“It huuuurts.” It did hurt, but she was not unaware of its other effect, especially when Elijah had no reaction to her whining. Arousal swirled through her, as hot as the ginger, making her muscles tremble.
“I know, sweetheart.” The words were said without sympathy. If anything, he sounded pleased, his voice thick with lust, which heated her even more. Why did she like such wicked things? She did not understand and could not explain it, but her body reacted in a completely perverse manner, contrary to what she would have liked to believe about herself.
Elijah’s hands rolled her to her back, deftly maneuvering her hands, so he ended up holding her wrists above her. Whimpering and writhing as her bottom clenched around the ginger, Josie gasped as she was laid onto her back. Whipping off his cravat, Elijah wrapped it around her delicate wrists, tying them together while Josie watched with wide eyes.
Elijah
Having Josie at his mercy like this—his to pleasure, his to punish, his to torment and tease—made his cock achingly hard. Her face was flushed bright pink, and her blue eyes were glassy from her need. He could not help but bend over her, pushing her hands above her head, to claim her mouth for a kiss.
Her lips parted beneath his, and she moaned, hips jerking upward, and he knew she must have inadvertently clenched around the ginger again. One hand holding her bound wrists down, he enjoyed her helplessness as the other slid up her shirt to her breasts, pulling down the bindings she had wrapped around them to hide her generous curves. It was a crime to have flattened them so.
Fingers caressed, plumped, then he pinched her nipple while Josie moaned and writhed beneath him. With her legs draped over the bed, he knew the ginger would be securely locked inside her, and he had left a large enough bulb at the base to keep it from entering her completely. The tormenting burn was clearly driving her wild.
Releasing her lips, he lifted her shirt so he could fall upon her breasts with hands and lips, suckling and nipping, squeezing, pinching, and taking his fill. Josie gasped, bucking beneath him as best she could, which was not very well at all. Her bound hands came down to drape over his neck, and Elijah decided it was time to tie her to his bed, the way he’d imagined doing earlier this evening.
Ignoring her protest as he pulled away, he easily lifted her and changed her position, taking the time to tie her wrists to the headboard. With her trousers still around her thighs, the shirt lifted to reveal her creamy breasts and pink nipples, and dirt smudged across her pretty face, she looked incongruous against the pristine sheets and carved wood. Her face was even more flushed than it had been.
“Elijah… please… I can’t… You have to take it out…” She squirmed again, her legs rubbing together, and he grinned down at her, showing his pleasure in her erotic torment.
“Eventually.” He leaned over, reaching for the clips he’d left on the end of the bed. “Let me distract you.”
Josie stared at him, pink lips parted, worry in her expression—that combination of fear, lust, and anticipation he so delighted in seeing on a woman’s face, and seeing it in Josie’s was even more satisfying.
The little clips were two prongs with a small metal loop around them, which could be pushed up to close them. Straddling Josie’s waist to help hold her down, Elijah pinched one pert nipple to an even stiffer bud.
“What is that?” Curiosity, dread, need… she was beyond hiding anything from him, and Elijah reveled in the openness of her emotions.
“This…” He placed the clip, so there was a prong on either side of her nipple, and pushed the little circle toward the bud, effectively pinching it between the prongs and tightening the grip as the tiny metal circle came closer and closer. “Will help distract you from the ginger, darling.”
Chapter 33
Josie
The gleaming silver of the tweezer-like contraption pinching her nipple stood out starkly against her skin like depraved jewelry. The closer the little circle moved to her nipple, the more it pinched, the more it hurt. The burn was different from the ginger’s, less sharp and more of a throbbing pinch, but it was growing quickly.
When Elijah quickly did the same to her other nipple, leaving each proud bud staunchly gripped by the silver prongs squeezing them, Josie closed her eyes, struggling to assimilate the erotic chaos of sensations.
Exquisite agony.
Rapturous torment.
She was lost to the sensations at the hand of a master. That was what he was, and she realized it. Elijah’s wicked experience far exceeded her own imagination, leaving her more than physically helpless. She could not possibly guess what he was going to do next, and the realization was as thrilling as it was daunting.
When Elijah flipped her onto her knees, her breasts hanging beneath her, nipples still tightly pinched, she was almost relieved when his hand came crashing down on her bottom. This, at least, was something she was used to.
The stinging swats hurt, but they were almost comforting in their familiarity—at least until she clenched her muscles against a swat, and the ginger’s sting reasserted itself more strongly.
“Elijah! Please!”
