Josie
Ha, he had not thought of that, had he? Despite the burning, throbbing ache in her bottom, Josie was elated. Her point had been made. Elijah was going to give in. She could tell.
“Very well.” His voice was clipped but not unhappy, and Josie barely kept from crowing in triumph. Unfortunately, he was not finished. “You will come with me to the Society’s events, but you will not wander away from me at any time.”
Smack!
The spanking started again, just as hard and painful, his hand punctuating each of his orders. The short reprieve should have given her chastised buttocks a rest, but each swat was even more painful now that it was starting anew.
“You will not do any investigating on your own.”
Smack!
“You will not get into any trouble.”
Smack!
“And you absolutely will not go off with any other man while you are here.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
If his vehemence had not emphasized how important he felt that last order was, the flurry of swats that followed it did. They rained down on already reddened skin, stinging and burning with each additional slap of his hand. Josie squirmed on his lap, biting her lip against crying out before realizing she might be working against herself by staying silent.
While it felt like giving in to cry out, there was also something freeing about it. As soon as she made a noise, the rest of her body followed, squirming and kicking on his lap, as if loosening that bit of self-control had loosened all of it, and tears poured down her cheeks. Elijah’s hand pressed against the small of her back, pinning her in place as he continued to spank her.
“Ow! Elijah, please! I agree!” The only other time she had felt this out of control was during the events that led to her wedding, but unlike with that villain, she did not mind the feeling because she knew with Elijah, she was perfectly safe. It made all the difference. Elijah might spank her, might make her cry from the stinging swats, but he would never truly harm her.
“Oh, you think it is going to be that easy, do you, minx?” There was a bit of humor in his voice as Elijah stopped the assault on her tender nates. Josie sighed with relief, gulping back a sob. Her bottom was red-hot and throbbing, and she did not like the idea of sitting down again.
Fingers touched her wetness again, dipping between the sensitive lips and making her whimper. How did her body perform such complex and illogical alchemy, taking the pain and somehow turning it into pleasure? The sting had not lessened, yet the moment Elijah touched between her legs, hot need flared to life, and the sting did not feel the same.
Then his fingers moved away, exploring higher, and Josie squeaked as she felt the slick digits pressingelsewhere.
“Elijah, stop! No, please!” Her face flamed red, feeling even hotter than her bottom as her most private area was penetrated.
Ignoring her protests, his finger pushed rudely inside her, stretching the tiny opening. It felt wicked and utterly perverse. The sting was nothing compared to the burning of her cheeks, yet she felt it acutely.
“You wanted to know what the Society does,” Elijah reminded her, his finger pushing deeper, stretching her, forcing her tiny hole to open for him. Had Mary or the others spoken of this… this perversion? Josie could not focus on her memories to remember. All she could focus on was the awful, shocking, and thrillingly intimate sensation of his finger moving in her backside. It slid out, then pushed in again, mimicking the marital act but in the wrong location. Josie felt as though she might faint. “I will possess every inch of your body, Josie. Your mouth. Your cunt. And your arse.”
Now she really was going to faint.
Chapter 18
Elijah
The tight grip of Josie’s arse around his finger was cutting off his circulation. He could only imagine how it would feel around his cock. Her reaction to this new stimulation, somewhere between horrified and aroused, amused him. It was not often he managed to throw Josie off her stride.
He had expected the spanking to have more of an impact, but there was something to be said about the mental dynamics a woman went through before taking a man in her arse. As often as he saw men together in the Society, it was easy to forget the extremely taboo nature of the act, and apparently, Mary had not informed Josie as fully as either of them had thought.
Knowing that made him grin wickedly. He would enjoy educating Josie thoroughly in the decadent debaucheries he favored.
Pushing his finger into Josie’s bottom, between the two reddened cheeks, inflamed his lust in a way no other woman ever had. Knowing no man had ever touched her there added a hint of taboo to his enjoyment, though it also meant he had to temper his lust in a way he had not in years. The same way he had on their wedding night.
If she insisted on joining him at the Society, sooner or later, she would take his cock in her arse, which meant he needed to prepare her.
“Elijah!” The half-scandalized, half-aroused way she said his name as he thrust his finger back and forth between her hot cheeks, stretching out the tiny hole between them, made his cock throb.
“Yes, Josie?” he asked silkily, pushing his finger all the way into her and twisting it back and forth, making her muscles clamp down around him. As he twisted, he spread out his other fingers, brushing against her wet, swollen pussy lips. “Do not try to tell me you are not enjoying yourself.”