The Enticement
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“Thank you for the warning, Sir.” It was a bit of a sassy reply, but he was silent. No doubt thinking the coming sensation would more than correct my behavior.
Gradually, just like he said, the ginger felt hotter and hotter and before too long, I was wiggling in my chair trying to get some relief. I cursed under my breath.
“What was that, Abigail?” Nathaniel asked, sounding mildly amused.
“I said, get this damn thing out of me!”
“Jeff?”
“I think she can take more.”
Easy for him to say—he wasn’t the one with a hunk of ginger stuck up him. “FUCK! It’s hot!”
“Why did we have to use the ginger, Abigail?” Nathaniel asked.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. It was too hard to think about anything other than the hot, burning sensation between my legs. “Please, just take it out, Master.”
“Answer the question.” He gave my pussy a hard smack and that somehow made the burn even worse.
“Okay, okay.” Anything to get it out. “I neglected to treat Master Parks with the proper respect. Master.”
He smacked it again.
“Owww.”
“Is that the way you treat a guest I invited over?” he asked.
“No, Master. I’m sorry. Owwww. I’m sorry, Master Parks.”
The burn had reached new levels of intensity. I squirmed uselessly, even trying to wiggle my arms free. I had just opened my mouth to yellow when Nathaniel said, “There we go,” and slid the ginger out.
Relief came almost immediately and I could have wept with joy. Instead I repeated, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” over and over.
Nathaniel pressed a kiss to my lips. “You’re welcome, my lovely. But that was fun. We’re going to do that again in the future and I think I’ll fuck you while it’s inside you.”
“Oh, shit,” I said, but inside I wondered, how would that feel?
“Can you unbind her?” he asked Jeff.
“Will do.”
He started with my ankles and as always it was accompanied by the feeling of being unwound. It was such an odd sensation, but one I enjoyed.
“You handled the ginger so well,” Nathaniel said, still very close to my lips. One of his hands grazed my hip and drifted toward my belly button. “I’m going to let you come and Jeff’s going to watch.”
I’d thought my arousal was dead after the ginger, but hearing him and knowing Jeff was watching proved to be a turn-on. With just that one sentence he sparked a flame deep in my belly. “Oh, thank you, Master.”
“Hold on,” he teased. “Let me make sure I use the right hand. Wouldn’t want to use the one that held the ginger.”
Behind me, Jeff snorted, but continued with his unwinding. “Did that once. Had my mind on how well she’d done and wanted to please her. Needless to say, that didn’t happen.”
“I’m certain it was my right hand, so I promise to only use my left until I wash.” His fingers inched closer, coming to rest on my inner thigh. “Show Jeff how fucking gorgeous you are when you come.”
With that, his hand slipped between my legs and he teased my needy flesh. He traced my entrance before dipping a finger inside me. I choked back a moan.
“Let me hear you.” Jeff was back at my ear. “I can’t touch you and I can’t feel you, but I can have your sounds. Let me hear your pleasure.”
“Oh, God,” I groaned when Nathaniel added a second finger. “So good.”
“Right there?” Nathaniel asked. “You like it right there?”
I sucked in a breath as he started pumping. “Yes, Master. I like it everywhere.”
His fingers went deeper, and behind me, Jeff kept whispering. “Damn, the sight of you being finger fucked with your legs spread and nipples clamped. Makes me so fucking hard. I bet you feel so hot and wet around his fingers.”
My only reply was an incoherent mumble. Nathaniel knew just how to touch me to make me come and he masterfully eased my body into a frenzy of sensations. With his fingers stroking me and Jeff’s wicked whispers, I was dancing on the edge of orgasm in mere seconds.
“Let me come, Master,” I panted.
“Jeff?”
“Not yet. I want to watch her like this. You can see everything she’s feeling. When you fuck her and hit that spot within her, her entire body responds.”
Nathaniel hit the spot again and I felt my toes curl.
“Oh, fuck. Please, Sir.” I steeled my body, afraid I was going to come. I couldn’t let that happen. Not after the figging with ginger.
Gradually, just like he said, the ginger felt hotter and hotter and before too long, I was wiggling in my chair trying to get some relief. I cursed under my breath.
“What was that, Abigail?” Nathaniel asked, sounding mildly amused.
“I said, get this damn thing out of me!”
“Jeff?”
“I think she can take more.”
Easy for him to say—he wasn’t the one with a hunk of ginger stuck up him. “FUCK! It’s hot!”
“Why did we have to use the ginger, Abigail?” Nathaniel asked.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. It was too hard to think about anything other than the hot, burning sensation between my legs. “Please, just take it out, Master.”
“Answer the question.” He gave my pussy a hard smack and that somehow made the burn even worse.
“Okay, okay.” Anything to get it out. “I neglected to treat Master Parks with the proper respect. Master.”
He smacked it again.
“Owww.”
“Is that the way you treat a guest I invited over?” he asked.
“No, Master. I’m sorry. Owwww. I’m sorry, Master Parks.”
The burn had reached new levels of intensity. I squirmed uselessly, even trying to wiggle my arms free. I had just opened my mouth to yellow when Nathaniel said, “There we go,” and slid the ginger out.
Relief came almost immediately and I could have wept with joy. Instead I repeated, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” over and over.
Nathaniel pressed a kiss to my lips. “You’re welcome, my lovely. But that was fun. We’re going to do that again in the future and I think I’ll fuck you while it’s inside you.”
“Oh, shit,” I said, but inside I wondered, how would that feel?
“Can you unbind her?” he asked Jeff.
“Will do.”
He started with my ankles and as always it was accompanied by the feeling of being unwound. It was such an odd sensation, but one I enjoyed.
“You handled the ginger so well,” Nathaniel said, still very close to my lips. One of his hands grazed my hip and drifted toward my belly button. “I’m going to let you come and Jeff’s going to watch.”
I’d thought my arousal was dead after the ginger, but hearing him and knowing Jeff was watching proved to be a turn-on. With just that one sentence he sparked a flame deep in my belly. “Oh, thank you, Master.”
“Hold on,” he teased. “Let me make sure I use the right hand. Wouldn’t want to use the one that held the ginger.”
Behind me, Jeff snorted, but continued with his unwinding. “Did that once. Had my mind on how well she’d done and wanted to please her. Needless to say, that didn’t happen.”
“I’m certain it was my right hand, so I promise to only use my left until I wash.” His fingers inched closer, coming to rest on my inner thigh. “Show Jeff how fucking gorgeous you are when you come.”
With that, his hand slipped between my legs and he teased my needy flesh. He traced my entrance before dipping a finger inside me. I choked back a moan.
“Let me hear you.” Jeff was back at my ear. “I can’t touch you and I can’t feel you, but I can have your sounds. Let me hear your pleasure.”
“Oh, God,” I groaned when Nathaniel added a second finger. “So good.”
“Right there?” Nathaniel asked. “You like it right there?”
I sucked in a breath as he started pumping. “Yes, Master. I like it everywhere.”
His fingers went deeper, and behind me, Jeff kept whispering. “Damn, the sight of you being finger fucked with your legs spread and nipples clamped. Makes me so fucking hard. I bet you feel so hot and wet around his fingers.”
My only reply was an incoherent mumble. Nathaniel knew just how to touch me to make me come and he masterfully eased my body into a frenzy of sensations. With his fingers stroking me and Jeff’s wicked whispers, I was dancing on the edge of orgasm in mere seconds.
“Let me come, Master,” I panted.
“Jeff?”
“Not yet. I want to watch her like this. You can see everything she’s feeling. When you fuck her and hit that spot within her, her entire body responds.”
Nathaniel hit the spot again and I felt my toes curl.
“Oh, fuck. Please, Sir.” I steeled my body, afraid I was going to come. I couldn’t let that happen. Not after the figging with ginger.
