I’m going to gag you.”
Eden held her breath.
Gag?
Definitely not something they’d negotiated.
A harsh moan escaped her as he breached her outer folds. The full feeling intensified as he worked his way in, finessing, shoving and pausing, only to repeat the cycle.
“I promised you strokes.” His tight voice skipped across her equally tight senses. “I never promised what kind I’d deliver.” Hips rolling with excruciating precision, he raked his cock over her G-spot with every withdrawal. His testicle slapped her engorged clit with every hard drive forward.
The actions—slow then fast, tender then brutal—ignited every nerve in her body. She couldn’t think. Her world was reduced to sensation interpretation as her body trembled beneath his. She wanted more. Needed him to give her everything in this moment, just as she wanted to give him everything in return, to submit to his will, his commands, his desires.
He stepped back, breaking all contact.
This time when she moaned it was in desperation. A gentle slap to her ass wiggled the butt plug, and she cried out.
“I’m going to drive you so high you lose your damn mind. Then you’re going to return my element. Agree.” The bite of the last word was like a hard lash to tender skin.
Eden whimpered. “Sir.”
“That’s not an answer.” Another swat, this one harder. “Try again.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir, what?” A stronger smack.
Her sex flooded with arousal, the burn in her ass igniting, spreading, until she was shaking violently.
“Give me a color.” When she hesitated, pressing her forehead to the exotic wood of the cross, he threaded fingers through her hair and pulled her head back. “Name your color.”
“Green,” she gasped.
“You surprise me. That, in itself, is worth a reward.”
Something soft—a feather?—traced the underside of her arms, down her sides and across the stinging skin on her butt. “Sir.”
“Easy. Just experience the different sensations.”
Tender strokes followed by increasingly heavy swats reached a crescendo when he took a flat paddle to her with firm, swift upstrokes that made her tighten around the plug. The orgasm that had hovered at the fringes of her awareness slammed into her with merciless brutality. Her scream was dragged from the deepest part of her consciousness, echoing around the room as her body shook and her awareness fractured. On and on it went until she was sobbing, pleading wordlessly for what she didn’t know.
Seth was suddenly there, whispering in her ear, supporting her body as she sagged in the restraints. One buckle at a time, he released her. Then she was in his arms, freezing as she trembled violently. Soft words of encouragement to drink as he handed her a bottle of water and wrapped her in a blanket meant little, but his touch?
His touch meant everything.
Chapter Eight
Seth held the diminutive woman in his arms as he eased her onto the bondage table. She felt so slight, fragile even. The shakes had taken over as she began to emerge from subspace, leaving her in mild physical shock. The endorphin rush acted like a drug, and her body didn’t know what to do when the chemicals burned off. Nature did its thing, purging the system and resetting the brain. He hated seeing her struggle, but there was an undeniable rush of his own in knowing he’d taken her places she’d feared going. It was like being an explorer in a way, discovering territories neither knew had existed within her. They just happened to be psychological versus geographical.
“Right. I’m Lewis to her Clark.” He was officially a Freudian nightmare, reduced to assessing the scene like the shrink he
wasn’t
. Gods, the last thing he needed was to start thinking like this, digging into her psyche. He was a hot mess and he knew it. No way should he be tunneling through the elements that made her tick and trying to sort them out. That bespoke emotional investment and repeat performances. Neither could
Eden held her breath.
Gag?
Definitely not something they’d negotiated.
A harsh moan escaped her as he breached her outer folds. The full feeling intensified as he worked his way in, finessing, shoving and pausing, only to repeat the cycle.
“I promised you strokes.” His tight voice skipped across her equally tight senses. “I never promised what kind I’d deliver.” Hips rolling with excruciating precision, he raked his cock over her G-spot with every withdrawal. His testicle slapped her engorged clit with every hard drive forward.
The actions—slow then fast, tender then brutal—ignited every nerve in her body. She couldn’t think. Her world was reduced to sensation interpretation as her body trembled beneath his. She wanted more. Needed him to give her everything in this moment, just as she wanted to give him everything in return, to submit to his will, his commands, his desires.
He stepped back, breaking all contact.
This time when she moaned it was in desperation. A gentle slap to her ass wiggled the butt plug, and she cried out.
“I’m going to drive you so high you lose your damn mind. Then you’re going to return my element. Agree.” The bite of the last word was like a hard lash to tender skin.
Eden whimpered. “Sir.”
“That’s not an answer.” Another swat, this one harder. “Try again.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir, what?” A stronger smack.
Her sex flooded with arousal, the burn in her ass igniting, spreading, until she was shaking violently.
“Give me a color.” When she hesitated, pressing her forehead to the exotic wood of the cross, he threaded fingers through her hair and pulled her head back. “Name your color.”
“Green,” she gasped.
“You surprise me. That, in itself, is worth a reward.”
Something soft—a feather?—traced the underside of her arms, down her sides and across the stinging skin on her butt. “Sir.”
“Easy. Just experience the different sensations.”
Tender strokes followed by increasingly heavy swats reached a crescendo when he took a flat paddle to her with firm, swift upstrokes that made her tighten around the plug. The orgasm that had hovered at the fringes of her awareness slammed into her with merciless brutality. Her scream was dragged from the deepest part of her consciousness, echoing around the room as her body shook and her awareness fractured. On and on it went until she was sobbing, pleading wordlessly for what she didn’t know.
Seth was suddenly there, whispering in her ear, supporting her body as she sagged in the restraints. One buckle at a time, he released her. Then she was in his arms, freezing as she trembled violently. Soft words of encouragement to drink as he handed her a bottle of water and wrapped her in a blanket meant little, but his touch?
His touch meant everything.
Chapter Eight
Seth held the diminutive woman in his arms as he eased her onto the bondage table. She felt so slight, fragile even. The shakes had taken over as she began to emerge from subspace, leaving her in mild physical shock. The endorphin rush acted like a drug, and her body didn’t know what to do when the chemicals burned off. Nature did its thing, purging the system and resetting the brain. He hated seeing her struggle, but there was an undeniable rush of his own in knowing he’d taken her places she’d feared going. It was like being an explorer in a way, discovering territories neither knew had existed within her. They just happened to be psychological versus geographical.
“Right. I’m Lewis to her Clark.” He was officially a Freudian nightmare, reduced to assessing the scene like the shrink he
wasn’t
. Gods, the last thing he needed was to start thinking like this, digging into her psyche. He was a hot mess and he knew it. No way should he be tunneling through the elements that made her tick and trying to sort them out. That bespoke emotional investment and repeat performances. Neither could
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