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He dipped his fingers into her pussy to find her heat. She was already so wet for him. So ready. She definitely loved this type of play. The uncertainty of it. She never knew what he might do, and for Brielle, that was half the fun.

He continued to rub and knead her bottom, soothing her even as he occasionally teased her pussy and clit with his fingers. “I had your guards tell you to go to the safe room and you deliberately disobeyed them, didn’t you?”

“They aren’t—”

He smacked her hard with his palm, the print of his hand blooming bright red. “That requires a simple yes or no from you, mon jouet sexuel. I don’t want to hear any other words coming from your mouth unless I ask for them. Is that understood? I don’t need empty excuses.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He went back to rubbing and kneading her buttocks and then dipping his fingers into that incredible heat, bringing her need up higher. “I told you to go to the safe room and you completely disregarded my order and instead went to the glass door and taunted the assassins, didn’t you?” He lowered his voice even more, using his compelling, persuasive velvet tone that made her shiver and caused those goose bumps to rise everywhere.

“Yes.”

He could barely hear her. There was no defiance in her now, only a need, bordering on desperate. She was very responsive to him, so much more than any woman had ever been.

“Do you think I ordered you to the safe room to control you?”

“No.” She nearly lifted her head, but at the last moment stayed still.

He continued that slow rub to keep soothing her. She was being very good for him, even though he could tell she was becoming more fearful the longer he questioned her. She was also aware each time his fingers dipped into the heated liquid and painted a line between her cheeks, lingering along that little forbidden star. She tensed but relaxed the moment he rubbed and kneaded her buttocks again.

“Did you think I gave you the order to show your guards I was controlling you?” He walked around the couch just far enough that she could catch a glimpse of his hands.

“No.”

He caught her face in one hand and turned it toward him, forcing her green eyes to meet his. “I’m going to ask a yes or no question, Brielle. This is the discussion we’re having on the subject.”

He held up the plug and tube of lube. Her eyes widened, looked very nervous. She bit her lower lip, this time her teeth biting down hard.

“If you say yes, you will not be taking it back, but you will trust me enough to take care of you. I want you to be aware I will not be disappointed if at this time you say no and we can revisit the idea at a later date. First reaction, mon bijou, just say one way or the other.”

Her eyes searched his for a long moment and then she took a deep breath. He felt triumph, but didn’t allow it to show on his face. Having his little bride trust him when he hadn’t yet showed her that he was making her the center of his world only made him fall all the deeper for her.

“Yes.”

Elie brushed her lips with his, his heart turning over. He shouldn’t have kissed her. Technically, this was supposed to be a punishment, but he couldn’t stop himself. It didn’t matter that she enjoyed the shit out of her supposed chastisements; he had a role to play and he was excellent at it, just apparently, not at that moment when she was being so brave.

He lowered her head gently and once more walked around to the other side of the sofa, out of her sight, ensuring he made no sound as he rounded the arms of the couch. He waited to touch her, drawing out the suspense. The sound of the storm breaking over the house could be heard, filling the silence. Rain beat heavily on the roof. The waves on the lake, loud and angry, were rough as they slapped at the shore. That same building fury began to catch hold in his blood, pounding a rhythmic beat, slow at first, but gradually, as the wind grew in force, so did the storm in him.

He lubed the plug generously and then plunged two fingers into her pussy. She cried out and pushed back onto his hand, trying to ride him. He let her as he coated her little forbidden hole with the lube and slowly began to push the plug inside. It was a smaller plug, contoured for her, but wide enough to cause her to be just a little uncomfortable. The plug also heated and vibrated. It was a wonderful toy for his sweet little bébé. Mon Dieu, but she was beautiful, and so perfect in every way for him.

She started to squirm, trying to wiggle away, and he immediately removed his fingers and smacked her left cheek hard, all the while still applying a steady pressure with the plug. The sight of that jeweled, bright green plug, already glowing, slowly being swallowed, was sexy.

She made a sound, a moan, somewhere between pleasure and pain, and he fucked her with his fingers again, and pulled the plug back a tiny bit only to push it deeper.

“So sexy, mon petit jouet très sale. You should see the way your body begs for the plug, just the way you’ll beg for my cock. You can’t wait to take me there, can you, bébé?”

Deliberately, he slowed his fingers down, sliding them from her pussy, trailing them over her clit, flicking hard so she cried out, and then removing them altogether.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Yes, what? Answer me in a full sentence.” He was relentless. After all, this was a punishment and she was enjoying it far too much.

“Yes, I can’t wait to take your cock there.”

He flicked her clit again and shoved the plug all the way in, at the same time pushing two fingers deep in her entrance. Instantly he was flooded with hot liquid. She cried out, her hips bucking.

“You’re so hungry for my cock.”


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