Page 59 of Forbidden Desire
What was that in her voice—passion?
“Aye,” I concluded, “over my thighs and receiving what is due to you.” She chuckled lightly, and the sound spurred me on. “Perhaps if my little doe behaves, more of the pleasure.”
“Pleasure?” She moaned, grinding herself into me. “Yes, please, Sir.”
“You would like that, huh?” I laughed at her swaying hips.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then you shall have it.” I increased the pace of my swats, the noise of each impact mingling with her labored breaths and reverberating in my soul. “You shall have everything I can offer you.”
“Oh God.” She ground her hips into me, her voice strained. It was clear my pace was igniting something inside her and that the friction she sought so desperately at my thighs would be sufficient—with enough coaxing—to see her erupt.
“I do not know this God you speak of.” I smiled at the way she writhed, her body seemingly acting of its own accord. “But I know about pleasure.”
The scent of arousal filled my nostrils, teasing my swelling member at the thought of more fornication, but first, there was the matter of Elodie’s desire. I had vowed to please her, and as she would discover, I was a man of my word. Sliding one finger into her pussy, I was amazed at how wet she was, how ready for everything I had to offer. Yes, the doe bheag had been turned on before, but not like this—I’d never known a woman so wanton.
“Jeemie!” she gasped as a second digit filled her. “Please.”
“You may topple for me, doe bheag.” A third finger skimmed her sensitive nub, and her body danced at the stimulation as her cunt contracted around my digits. “Leis na diathan.”
There was little choice but to speak to the gods of the blessings I knew only They could bring. Stroking her back, I watched her shudder, the protracted crescent of indulgence washing over her like fresh, liberating streams of water and reveled in her gratification. Just being there with her and knowing I had provided such contentment was enough. I waited in silence for her breathing to return to a regular pattern.
“Sir.” Her voice was husky as her face turned in my direction. “I’ve never known anything like that.”
Offering her a smile, I patted her wonderful ass. “You deserve the pleasure, doe bheag, and there shall be more. I vow it, but first, I have a test for you.”
Twisting over her shoulder, she met my eyes. “What kind of test, Sir?”
“A test of endurance.” My smile widened. “Our people use wax to make a great deal, and one of the items we use on our women is a waxed plug that fits snugly into her backside.”
She gasped, but rather than shock, I saw fervor written on her attractive features.
“A wax butt plug?”
“I do not know this term, but aye, it sounds correct. I should like you to wear one for me while I have you.”
“That sounds amazing, Sir.” Elodie tugged her lip between her teeth.
“Really?” I was pleased but surprised by her enthusiasm. Normally, women were reticent about wearing the plug the first time, but as with virtually every exchange I had shared with her, Elodie astonished me. “Then go fetch it.” Easing her from my lap and back to her feet, I directed her to the giant wooden chest in the corner. “You shall find it in there.”
Pulling in a deep breath, she staggered toward it, her cute little ass an attractive pink hue as she bent to open the lid.
“What do you keep in here, Sir?” She seemed easier with the term, her smile full of mischief as she glanced back over her shoulder.
“It harbors many secrets,” I joshed, rearranging my erection as her gaze slid back to its contents.
“Wow, is this it?” She pulled it free, turning to hold the wax aloft.
“Aye.” I could hardly repress my grin, and knowing it would soon be inside her intensified the pleasure tenfold. “There is a bowl of fresh water on the table. Rinse it in there and bring it to me.”
Her lips curled as she silently obeyed, shaking the excess water away before turning back to me.
“You think you shall manage it?” I cocked an eyebrow at her as she dropped the wax into my hand. I had thought to make a spectacle of the insertion, yet it seemed Elodie was as relaxed and excited about it as I was.
“Yes.” She nodded. “I like anal sex, Sir.”
My eyes widened at the ease with which she discussed her sexuality. It was a great contrast to the other women I had bedded, but I had to admit, I liked it.