Page 28 of Gilded Locks
Thankfully, there was only barren snow on the other side.
“Look at yourself in the glass, printessa.” He pulled her knees wider and fingered her faster.
She gasped and panted as pleasure built inside of her, needing a way out. The sounds her body made as he fucked his fingers into her should have mortified her, but she was too fascinated by her body’s response to address the shame.
Leaning forward, her body bent with his as he reached for a glass bottle on the table. “This will help.”
He doused her belly and thighs with what appeared to be olive oil, then folded her legs upward, trapping them against her chest and under the hook of one strong arm. Her lungs compressed as he folded her like a pretzel. She’d been on the verge of climax, and she wanted him to finish her, but this position left her too exposed.
“Ash, wait.”
“No. This is how it will be now.” Fingers slick with oil, he fed them back inside of her, pumping faster and deeper until her climax ruptured into something all-consuming.
Her body tensed and spasmed, reveling in the fantastical finish, but he was far from done. He didn’t let her come down. Instead, he pushed her higher, driving another orgasm out of her before the last fully left her.
It was too much. But he held her so tightly, folded on his lap, she couldn’t get the words past her lips. Using the oil, he worked his touch deeper, purposely stretching her.
“Breathe, printessa.”
He was trying to fit all five fingers inside of her. “I can’t.”
“I can’t hurt you if I vow to protect you.”
“It’s too much.”
“It’s not. Think of all the amazing things the female body can do.”
He pushed his hand deeper, and panic took over. “Stop! Stop! Stop!”
His touch disappeared, but he held tight, as if afraid she’d bolt. “Look at me.” The lash in his voice commanded her full attention.
Turning her head, she stared up at him in bewildered confusion.
“This is what you chose. If you walk away now, my brothers will keep their promise. You’ll be in police custody within the hour. Your welcome, requires your full surrender to stay.”
“I gave you my word, but what you’re trying to do… It’s too much.”
“It’s not. I’m trying to show you what it is to trust in the face of fear.”
“There are physical limits?—”
“And I’m well aware of them. Unless there’s some sort of injury in your past that I’m unaware of, we’ve hardly grazed your limits.”
“Physically, maybe, but mentally?—”
“There is no mentally, not when you surrender. You trust us to think for you. About your pleasure and your safety.”
“I can’t surrender my free will like that. My body, maybe, but not my mind.”
“Can I show you something? If you tell me to stop again, I will. We’ll go find the others, and we’ll begin arranging your transport home. You have my word.”
Except she couldn’t go home. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“Do as I say—exactly as I say—and there will be no pain.”
Closing her eyes, she nodded.
“Good girl.”
