Page 231 of Those Who Are Bound

She sighed; even she heard the defeat, the resignation in it. How does one fight nature? “I didn’t want to do this to you. This is what I was trying to save you from.”

“You still can.”

“I want to,” she whispered. Placing her hands on his chest, she leaned into him. She kissed his collarbone as he grasped her hips, pulling her to him. Moving her lips up his neck, over his whiskers and to his lips, she said as she went, “But… you… had… your… chance.”

He moved his head back and frowned at her.

“You said no more secrets. No more masks. You want to meet me? Give me your hands.”

“Not you,” he corrected. “I knowyou. This is who you’ve been conditioned to think you are, but you’re wrong.” He presented his hands, wrists together.

Elliott let out a wry laugh. She didn’t meet his gaze as she raised his arms. He actually assisted her in securing him to the cross, arms tied over his head. She stepped back to inspect him. Regardless of what he thought about it, he was aroused by the exercise; his erection stood out proudly.

She understood his arousal. Being tied was the most erotic sensation she’d ever felt. She was impressed, however, that he was able to free his mind when tied to the symbol of his faith. But he peered back at her evenly. Unashamed.

That was okay. It wasn’t shame that she wanted him to experience; it was betrayal. She wanted him to feel as though his god had abandoned him. Bereft. After all, if his god was real, should he be allowing such scandalous things to occur in his space, to one of his most devoted?

Wouldn’t “he” want to give Jonah a story to tell around the campfire about the miracle of being saved from a ravishment in the church by a heathen woman? She needed Jonah to realize that he’d been forsaken. And once he realized he’d been foolish and repented to her…. well, then, if her pattern held… she’d see him as a fool.

Dropping to her knees in front of him, she grasped his cock, fisting it, pumping it hard for a few vigorous moments. Jonah sucked in a breath, his body twitching. The cord held as he convulsively tugged at it.

“What’s your favorite bible saying? What are they called? Scriptures? Verses?”

“Now?”

“Yes. Now.” She massaged his powerful thigh as she watched his face, stroking lightly with one hand. His gaze was bouncing around the auditorium behind her, up to the stained-glass windows. She wondered if he was regretting telling her that she wasn’t a dom. He didn’t look like he was enjoying being a sub.

But he was doing it. For her. Like she knew he would. Like they all did.

He answered, “Proverbs 5:20 through 23.”

“Tell me,” she said with a bit of irritation. Because she didn’t know what it was, of course.

He started, disjointed, “And why wilt thou, my son—ah!”

He gasped when she sucked a ball into her mouth. Elliott was pleased, enjoying the sound of his raspy breath as she suckled. His body jolted; his cock twitched in her hand. She finally released him, looking up the length of him, prompting, “That’s a weird verse. And you’re anything but wilted.”

Breathing heavily, he said, “That’s just… the first few… words. You… interrupted.”

“Oh, my bad.” Grinning, she sat back on her heels and waved her hand. “Continue, Pastor Jonah.”

He stared up at the ceiling for a moment. She had to admit that he did look as though he was seeking divine intervention. He continued, “And why wilt thou, my son, be ravished with a strange woman, and embrace the bosom of a stranger? For the ways of man are before the eyes of the Lord, and the Lord pondereth all his goings. The iniquities of a wicked man entrap him; the cords of his sin entangle him. He dies for lack of discipline, led astray by his own folly.”

Elliott pushed her lips to the side. She didn’t understand all of it; the words were foreign to her. But she did understand a few of them. “Cords of his sins…? Ties?”

Jonah looked at her. “Ties, binds… Interpreted in different ways.”

“What does it mean?”

“In short, beware of temptation.”

“A lot of words for something so simple,” she pointed out.

“Yes.”

Running a finger along its pulsing vein, causing him to groan and jump, she quipped, “And I thought you chose it because you are being ravished by a strange woman.” Then she deepthroated him, hands and mouth working with singular purpose.

Jonah cried out. His ties snapped as he thrust toward her, arching in what appeared to be both ecstasy and torture. But he didn’t move his feet, didn’t do anything that could hurt her. He didn’t kick out or move away. He let her devour him.

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