A Season for Scandal by Golden Angel

Chapter 32

Elijah

Collecting the thickest peeled finger of ginger from the kitchen and some clips and a special oil from his office, Elijah judged he had left Josie alone with her thoughts long enough. If she was smart, she had stayed in position. If not, she would be punished for that as well, but Elijah hoped she had obeyed.

A punishment only worked if the recipient was truly repented. While Elijah was willing to take obedience as an acceptable replacement, he did not like the idea of forcing Josie to his will so much as he wanted her to accept her wrongdoing and not repeat it.

This had been partly his fault, which was why he would go lighter on her than he would for a second transgression. He had known she was upset but assumed she would follow his instruction. He should have expected she would do something audacious. Well, he would be more on guard in the future.

She had a point about her role in Jacques’ confession as well.

Something he would also have to think about more when he had the time.

When he opened the door, she jumped, nervously looking over her shoulder, but she was still standing in the corner, reddened bottom on display. The pants she’d worn had somewhat protected her, so her skin was a dark pink rather than a bright red, attractively framed by the dingy white shirt above and the brown pants above below. The very griminess of her clothing made her skin stand out that much more.

The sight of her standing there, holding her position, sent warmth and hot need coursing through him, assuaging much of his lingering anger. He had no doubt she would make the same choice again, but as long as they both understood doing so would mean accepting the consequences, they could find some kind of better accord between them.

“Good girl.” He infused a bit of warmth into his voice, making sure to reward her for good behavior. It would not ameliorate her punishment, but he believed in the benefits of praise and had seen how Josie responded to it. Now, she relaxed, though the glance she cast over her shoulder was still nervous.

Her appearance was so incongruous. With the cap off of her head, her blonde curls tumbled around her grimy face. In the well-lit room, the dirt she had applied did nothing to hide her beauty, unlike on the streets of the Warren and the dimmer rooms at the Tramp’s Den. Although she had dirt smeared across her pretty face and her clothing, she looked extremely naughty in her boys’ clothes, standing in the corner.

A little smile tugged at Elijah’s lips, but he suppressed it. This was a time to be serious.

“Come here, minx,” he said, coming to a halt beside the bed. Josie turned, nearly stumbling, then realized her issues, but when she reached down to pull her pants up, Elijah halted her. “No. Shuffle over here. Keep your shirt lifted.”

Glaring daggers at him, Josie pressed her lips together but took shuffling steps forward. The golden curls over her mound were now on display, and he enjoyed the sight just as much as he had her punished bottom. His cock was already at full attention and would stay that way for a while since he would not indulge himself soon, either.

Josie

The unique humiliation of not being able to walk properly while holding herself on display was as embarrassing as it was arousing. Elijah’s hot gaze stirred her passions, even as she quailed at what he might have planned, wondering how it would hurt. There were no clues to be gleaned from the small tray he had in his hand. The only item she could see clearly was a small bottle, and it was impossible to discern its contents.

Her curiosity boiled up. She desperately wanted a distraction from how awkward she must look. Despite that, Elijah watched her with eyes full of lust, clearly enjoying the sight she made, which bolstered her confidence a bit.

“Bend over.” He patted the bed where he wanted her, and Josie felt a moment of relief as she followed his order. Now that she was no longer moving, she did not feel so awkward. A hand cupped her buttocks, making her draw in a quick breath in reaction. Although the skin was sensitized, the touch was not at all painful, and she tingled with anticipation.

“Hm… barely warm. We’ll fix that soon enough.”

What? Josie groaned. She should have realized he would want to spank her more.

“No, please, Elijah. I said I was sorry!” Silently she acknowledged he had hit the nail on the head when he asked if she was sorrier she had been caught. She still could not regret her actions. She had made a difference tonight, and they both knew it.

“Unfortunately, minx, I do not quite believe you.” His hand splayed over her cheeks, parting them, and Josie gasped, pressing her face against the bedsheets beneath her, not caring if she got them dirty. The intimate view of her private areas made her cheeks flame far hotter than standing in the corner. When his fingers delved between her nether lips, they came away wet, making her moan in both arousal and humiliation. “However, I am aware of my culpability in tonight’s events. I should have realized you would not abide so meekly and taken precautions. Next time, I will remember.”

“Then next time, you might not learn as much if you leave me out,” she snapped, irked despite her arousal.

Elijah pressed his wet fingers to her anus, and Josie jerked, whimpering. The touch set her senses aflame, even as she tried to squirm away from the rude intrusion.

“I will take that into consideration as well,” her husband said, surprising her. His finger dipped slightly into her bottom before pulling away, which also surprised her. A moment later, something else touched her there, about the same size as his finger but harder, and pressed in.

Josie moaned, flexing her hips forward and trying to escape, but there was nowhere to go, especially with Elijah’s other hand still pressing on her buttocks, holding the cheeks open. He continued to speak as he pushed the thing into her bottom, making it hard for her to concentrate.

“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.”