A Season for Scandal by Golden Angel
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.”
Whimpering, Josie squirmed on his lap.
“I cannot… you cannot…” She did not seem to be able to find the words she wanted to use.
Chuckling, Elijah decided to give her a reprieve. Pulling his finger from her bottom, he gave her hips a gentle shove, helping her to the floor so she was on her knees. Their gazes met, then her eyes darted away. Her cheeks weren’t quite as pink as her bottom, but she was blushing so hard, it was close.
Her hair was mussed, falling in tendrils around her pink tear-streaked cheeks, and her breasts heaved in her dress, looking as though they were going to spill over the neckline at any moment. Elijah decided to help them out.
He slid his fingers between her skin and the dress, caressing her breast and lifting it out of her dress. Josie gasped, looking down to where he was fondling her, her blue eyes wide. Her hands remained at her side, hanging as if she did not know what to do with them, so she did nothing at all.
With his other hand, Elijah unfastened the front of his pants, catching Josie’s attention. Her lips parted as his cock came into view as though she was already ready to receive him there. Perhaps Mary had been more forthcoming about that particular act. The thought amused him, and he looked forward to seeing Josie’s reaction when confronted with the reality.
Josie
It felt as all her blood had rushed to her bottom, then up to her head, and now back between her legs. She was dizzy from the movements and the overwhelming mix of sensations. Pressing her thighs together, she could not deny her body’s reaction. No matter how much she might not want to admit it, she had become even more aroused as Elijah had moved his finger back and forth in her bottom.
Other than the emotional impact, it had even felt rather good. She could not shake off the feeling it had been utterly wrong, though. That she was even worse for having enjoyed it, in any small part. Sinful was exactly the right word for how he had made her feel.
Now, she was on her knees, but instead of prayer or penance, Elijah was fondling her breast, rubbing his fingers over her nipple, and creating a sweet ache inside her. Josie whimpered as he freed his cock, the long, thick length springing out mere inches from her face.
From the little Mary had told her, she knew what Elijah’s expectation was, and sudden nerves gripped her. She should not have worried because she was not given much of a choice.
Fingers from one hand wrapped around the back of her neck while the other pinched her nipple, both of them pulling her forward. The tiny bud throbbed in Elijah’s firm grip, the tugging sending a direct line of heat from her breast down between her legs to join her growing ardor. She squirmed, rubbing her thighs together, even as she obligingly opened her lips to receive him.
Not truly knowing what to expect, she was surprised at the softness of his skin as he slid onto her tongue. Automatically, she closed her lips around him, and he hissed, tightening his hold on her neck.
“Less teeth, minx.” It was not a particularly harsh command, but Josie obeyed without thinking. She had not even realized her teeth had started to come down, an instinctive reaction to having something too large pushing its way into her mouth.
Sliding from her neck into her hair, Elijah’s fingers caressed, then tugged, pulling her head back, so she was looking up at him as his manhood pushed deeper between her lips. Heat bloomed on her cheeks, but she could not look away as he pulled her farther forward. The tip of him hit the back of her throat, making her gag.
“Breathe, Josie. Breathe and swallow.” His crooning helped relax her, and she found herself allowing him to move her head back and forth, almost hypnotized by the motion. His finger toyed with her nipple, sending more waves of liquid heat to her core. The throbbing from her spanked cheeks no longer felt as painful, adding to the arousal curling through her.
She whimpered as he pushed deeper, unable to look away from his dark gaze. Watching him watch her suckle him was far more exciting than she would have countenanced. The intensity of his expression, the way his eyes flared and his breathing deepened when her lips slid down the length of him, tongue playing along the underside, exploring him, added to her erotic entrancement.
The taste and texture of him were strange but not unpleasant. Little bits of sweetly sour liquid leaked onto her tongue, and she sucked harder, enjoying his groan and the way his fingers tangled in her hair, the way he tightened his grip on her breast. While she was the one on her knees, seeing how she could make him react made her feel far more powerful than she would have thought.
Elijah
She was making him weak.
While she might not have much experience, Josie was enthusiastic and learning quickly how to pleasure him. The connection between them was also different from any other woman he had been with. Maybe because for so long, he had dreamed of being able to quiet Josie’s smart mouth, and finally, he was in the most pleasurable way possible.
She seemed to be deriving her own enjoyment, which fed into his. He groaned as she sucked harder, his fingers closing around her nipple in a painful reward for her efforts. The humming vibrations of her whimpers as he played with her were driving him wild.
He would not be able to last much longer at this rate, but her throat was not where he wanted to spend his climax. Not this time.
Pulling her head off of him, leaving his cock shiny and slick from her efforts, he lifted and moved her like a doll, repositioning them with her forearms braced against the daybed while he stood behind her. Josie went willingly, not hesitating until he pressed his cock against her swollen pussy from behind. She.
“Elijah?” There was a note of uncertainty in her voice when she glanced over her shoulder.
Elijah chuckled. Had Mary not discussed positions with her, either? Well, this would be interesting.
“Brace yourself, minx.” He gripped her hips and thrust in. Josie cried out, her head dropping as the silken walls of her body gripped his shaft, squeezing and clenching around it in hot, liquid splendor. “I want to look at your arse while I fuck you.” Squeezing one of her reddened buttocks, reigniting the pain from her spanking, he grinned at her little squeal as she tightened around him.
“Such a pretty red arse.” He squeezed again, pulling back to thrust back in. The red cheeks rippled when his body impacted against them, the little star of her anus winking between. Moving his hand back to her hip, Elijah rode her hard. “A spanking looks good on your, minx. You may come if you can.” Elijah was curious to see if she could. She was so hot and wet around him, her arousal coating the length of his cock as he plunged inside of her.
“Oh! Oh, Elijah!” she gasped as he thrust hard, taking up a fast but steady rhythm, pounding into her from behind, every stroke driving him closer to his climax. Leaning forward, he moved his hands from her hips to her breasts, pulling them free from her dress and filling his hands with her soft flesh. Josie let out a small sob as his fingers closed around the mounds, seeking out the hard buds of her nipples and pinching them harshly.
“You wanted to be part of the Society, minx? Then you will be mine when you are here. Mine to fuck, mine to pleasure, mine to punish as I deem fit.” His voice was harsh. His rhythm faltered as his needs and desires grew along with his declarations. Josie’s elbows buckled under the onslaught, leaving her ass high in the air with her bent down before him, as if in sexual supplication to his demands.
Josie
While she had always described Elijah as bossy, this was different. He was commanding. Masterful. Driving her wild in a completely disparate manner from when he was bossy.
Feeling his hands moving over her body, his thrusts pounding into her from behind, she did not think she had ever felt so humbled and vulnerable. She had definitely never liked it. His filthy words mixing with the pain as his body slapped against sensitized skin and the pleasure as he stimulated her with his cock and hands was an erotic mix that sent her reeling.
Unable to hold herself up, she half-collapsed against the daybed, sobbing from the intense sensations assailing her. Sweet agony, rough ecstasy, blending so seamlessly until she could no longer tell one from the other. Heat built upon heat, rolling through her body in waves.
“Elijah!” Not able to contain the sensations cascading through her, she cried out against the sheets of the day bed, quivering and completely collapsing against it. Elijah’s hands and cock held up her lower body as he drove into her from behind, turning her utterly insensible with sensual rapture as her climax overtook her.
With a low growl and the tight grip of his hands, he pushed deep inside her, joining her in glorious completion. Hot pulses of liquid filled her throbbing channel as her heated cheeks pressed against his body, her nipples still aching from his pinching abuse.
It was the most glorious moment of her life.
