A Season for Scandal by Golden Angel

Chapter 33

Josie

The gleaming silver of the tweezer-like contraption pinching her nipple stood out starkly against her skin like depraved jewelry. The closer the little circle moved to her nipple, the more it pinched, the more it hurt. The burn was different from the ginger’s, less sharp and more of a throbbing pinch, but it was growing quickly.

When Elijah quickly did the same to her other nipple, leaving each proud bud staunchly gripped by the silver prongs squeezing them, Josie closed her eyes, struggling to assimilate the erotic chaos of sensations.

Exquisite agony.

Rapturous torment.

She was lost to the sensations at the hand of a master. That was what he was, and she realized it. Elijah’s wicked experience far exceeded her own imagination, leaving her more than physically helpless. She could not possibly guess what he was going to do next, and the realization was as thrilling as it was daunting.

When Elijah flipped her onto her knees, her breasts hanging beneath her, nipples still tightly pinched, she was almost relieved when his hand came crashing down on her bottom. This, at least, was something she was used to.

The stinging swats hurt, but they were almost comforting in their familiarity—at least until she clenched her muscles against a swat, and the ginger’s sting reasserted itself more strongly.

“Elijah! Please!”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Josie cried out, bucking, which made her breasts jiggle and the prongs on her nipples tug on the tender buds with her movements. She was afire, inside and out, and every move Elijah made seemed calculated to feed the flames. The effect was devastating. She was utterly mastered and entirely at his mercy, helpless and aroused, contrite and provoked, and completely overwhelmed. Tears slid down her cheeks into the pillow, but she could not have said whether it was from pain, sexual frustration, or the intense combination of sensations afflicting her.

There was no better demonstration of Elijah’s control over her than how he played her body as though it were an instrument and he a concert pianist.

Elijah

The combination of watching Josie’s bottom go from pink to red, hearing her cries, watching her squirm, and seeing her creamy arousal coating her cunt lips and upper thighs, was the ultimate aphrodisiac. Granted, the short rest between the carriage and now, his hand was sufficiently recovered to give her a judicious spanking, covering every inch of her delectable bottom.

The cheeks jiggled, the end of the ginger finger bobbing between them every time she clenched and released. Beneath her pink cheeks, her pussy lips were pink and swollen, begging for attention. Every time his hand crashed down, she gasped and cried, then lifted her hips up, pushing her rear at him, her body begging him for more.

His cock pulsed, insistent in its need to be buried inside her. Elijah paused in the spanking, running his hand over her hot red skin while considering his options.

Her pussy was hot and wet, eager, and waiting for him. The brown ginger peeked from between her bottom cheeks, but it would not stretch her out much. The finger was not so thick to truly loosen her tight entrance.

It was the pants that decided him.

So, she wanted to dress as a man? Then Elijah would roger her like one. A cock in the bottom was a surefire way to bring out a woman’s submissive nature, and it would ensure the next time he and Josie discussed her involvement in dangerous matters, she would remember the consequences of going off on her own.

While Elijah had meant he would listen to and carefully consider her arguments, he was determined she would not have her way all the time. When she did, he wanted to ensure she acted with circumspection.

Another few swats scattered across her bottom left her writhing and crying out. Elijah pulled away to disrobe and smear oil from the bottle over his cock. The thick stalk ached, throbbing against his palm as he prepared to claim his bride’s most forbidden entrance.

Josie

The maelstrom was dragging her under, leaving her spent and breathless against the pillows. She was so far gone, she could not even tell if the spanking hurt anymore. The flames of her arousal licked through her, confusing her senses and leaving her lost in a sea of hot need, pained ecstasy, and throbbing hunger. She was a tightly wound coil, ready to snap, yet unable to reach the final twist that would snap the tension and send her soaring.

It took a long moment for her to realize the spanking had stopped, and only because the bed shifted beneath her, and Elijah was climbing on behind her. She glanced over her shoulder, dazed, and realized he had taken off his clothes. How? When had that happened?

Not that it mattered. All that mattered was the need pulsing inside her, the aching emptiness demanding to be filled.

Fingers probed between her hot cheeks, pulling the ginger out. She would have moaned in relief, but at some point, its presence had ceased to matter. Because it had already spent its full effect? Because the combination of the spanking and the pinch of her nipples between the prongs had overpowered it? There was no way to know.

Dropping her head, Josie pushed her hips up, silently begging Elijah to fill her, to fuck her, to ride her into the hot rapture her body so craved.

Instead, his cock pressed against the space the ginger had just vacated.

Her mind went blank.

Her body froze.

Elijah pushed in, slowly but firmly, stretching her far wider than the ginger.

With a shriek, she tried to dive away from the unnatural invasion, but his hands gripped her hips, holding her in place. She jerked on her bound wrists, wildly trying to pull them free, to no avail. There was nothing she could do—she was bound, bent over, and utterly at his mercy… and he was putting his cock in her arse.

Hot need pulsed wildly, simmering her blood. Josie cried out with despair at her body’s betrayal as Elijah’s slick cock sank deeper inside her rear entrance, stretching her open. The burn was far more acute than the ginger’s sting, a cramping, humbling sensation that affected her more than physically.

“Please… Elijah… it’s too much!” More tears fell from her eyes as he thrust in deeper, filling her in a manner that was painfully intimate.

“Shhh…” His fingers caressed, thumbs stroking the back of her hips soothingly. “You have seen the men at the Society. You chose to dress as one tonight, so you shall be treated as one.”

Josie shuddered. Panted. Clenched. All the while, Elijah’s cock slid deeper inside her forbidden channel. The hole some of the men at the Society of Sin used with each other. If this was what wearing breeches got her…

Then you will probably do it again, you tart.

If only she could deny the little voice, but deep down, she knew it was true. Even as she begged, as her body tried to bear down and push the intruder out, there was a part of her loved every second of this wicked act. Loved the invasion, loved the burning sting, the way he forced open her body for his pleasure, the very helplessness that left her defenseless against him.

She craved the penultimate climax, and her passion was growing with every violation, her climax hovering just out of reach.

“Take it, Josie… take my cock up your sweet arse for me. I know it hurts, but I want you to take it for me, anyway.”

If words could melt her into a puddle of lust, Elijah’s would have. His cock thrust deeper, his groin finally settling against her hot cheeks, but the stab of pain aroused her even more. She was taking it for him. Taking the whole punishment to please him. To pleasure him.

When he pulled out, she cried out again at the odd sensation of him receding inside her. She was even more sensitive to the movement, her fingers scrabbling for purchase. It felt as if she was being dragged along with him… then he thrust in again, more smoothly this time, and she was full again.

“Oh, please! Elijah!” She threw her head back as he rode her with long, slow strokes, causing chaos within her body.

The sensations were too new, too odd, to give her the satisfaction her body was clamoring for, yet each thrust sent her arousal soaring. She gripped the sheets beneath her bound hands, her toes curling as the strange sensations rippled through her in spasms.

It felt different from every time before and yet similar. Her pussy ached, clenching emptily, but with every stroke of his cock, he pressed against something inside her that made her body hum and buzz, pushing her closer to orgasm.

Elijah’s fingers moved, sliding over her hip and down between her legs to stroke her aching pussy. Josie screamed at the shocking sensation of his touch where she needed it most, pushing her to a climax while he fucked her arse.

It was depraved, punishment and pleasure combined, and so utterly delicious. She was his—completely. Every part of her had been thoroughly dominated by him, claimed and conquered.

She splintered apart at his touch.

Her back arched as he rubbed, her orgasm overpowering her senses, leaving her bucking beneath him, driving her hips back against his thrusting cock. It hurt deliciously, the pleasure increasing because of the pain it had to overcome, and the climax felt fuller, more all-encompassing, than any from before.

Josie collapsed, and his body drove hers into the bed. Her pinched nipples pressed against the mattress, trapped under her body, the compression making her scream again as another climax wracked her. La petite mort, the little death—true to its name, darkness took her as she heard Elijah groan as he buried himself deep, his cock throbbing as he filled her bowels.

Elijah

On the heels of utter bliss, there was a small moment of panic when he realized Josie had fainted, but he calmed quickly. Such an occurrence was not common within the Society, but it was not unknown. Once he saw she was breathing evenly and easily, he relaxed.

By the time he had unclipped Josie’s rosy nipples, cleaned her with several damp cloths—since the dirt she’d added to her person required more than one—and unbound her wrists, Josie was softly snoring. Elijah’s lips twitched.

This time, as he curled up in bed beside her, pulling her into his arms, he did not care what gossip it might bring. Somehow, he would protect her. For now, he wanted her here in his arms, where he could feel every breath she took and knew she was safe.

The next morning, when she sleepily snuggled into him, he rolled her onto her back and thrust between her willing thighs, riding both of them to climax before breaking their fast.