“I have aloe and baking soda in here.” He nodded to the bowl. It won’t be instant, but then again cutting you out of rope bondage isn’t instantaneous either.”
“That’s true.”
Leon picked up a roll of medical tape, tore off a piece, and stuck it to her sternum before tearing off a second piece.
“Ready, baby?”
“Kiss me first?”
Something passed behind his eyes. “I don’t kiss you enough, do I?”
“You do—” He cut off her reassurances as he leaned down and kissed her.
It was a slow, lingering kiss. The kind of kiss that was a complete act in and of itself as they tasted one another. When he finally pulled back, she’d stopped jiggling her leg, and the muscles in her stomach were no longer trembling.
“When we get home, we should have date nights where we just make out in my car,” he murmured against her neck.
“In the hospital parking garage,” she moaned. “So, we can do it while I’m on call.”
He pressed his face harder against her neck, and for a moment it felt like he was almost shaking. Like her words causedsomething inside him to quake and he was grounding himself against her.
“Five minutes.” He slid off the bed, looking down into the bowl he’d brought. “Three minutes for your clit.”
Cessie’s hands restlessly gripped the duvet. “Are you going to tie me up for it?”
“No. I’ll hold you down if needed, but at the start, until the burn gets too much, I expect you to lie still and take it.”
She shivered in delight at his soft cruelty.
Leon slipped on a single nitrile glove, then tapped his phone screen, probably starting the timer.
If he started it before actually using the ginger she’d essentially have it in and on her for less than five minutes. She was almost disappointed by that.
He set the phone aside, then held up a two-finger piece of ginger. One of the fingers had been peeled, revealing the yellow flesh. The base of it, where it connected to the other finger, was narrower, making a natural plug shape. The second finger, at an almost right angle to the first, wasn’t peeled and would act like the base of a plug.
“Pull your feet to your butt and drop your knees open.”
Though her stomach was fluttering with nerves, she quickly obeyed. It wasn’t that she was looking forward to what was about to happen, but that she loved the simplicity of punishment. When she did or said something she shouldn’t in a scene, she was punished and then it was done. When he said or did something she couldn’t handle or made her feel bad in the not-fun way, she’d tell him and he’d either stop or explain why he was doing it.
Leon bent between her splayed thighs, gently spreading her ass cheeks with his non-gloved hand.
“No lube, but the ginger is freshly peeled, not dried out.”
She felt something small press against her anus. She held her breath, waiting for the burn.
“Relax for me, baby. I want this ginger buried deep in your ass, so you’re going to relax and take it for me.”
Fuck it was hot when he talked to her like that.
Cessie relaxed, and the tip of the ginger penetrated her. He held it there for a moment. Then he pressed it all the way in with one slow, firm push. She felt the unpeeled part nestle against her.
The ginger was narrow, almost disappointingly small. It had slid in easily enough, and she tried to keep herself relaxed, worried if she clenched too hard it would slip out since the difference between the neck of the “plug” and the fat part wasn’t much, making it more of a dilator.
Leon plucked the next piece of ginger from the bowl. This time it was a flat oval piece that looked like it had been cut long-ways from a finger of ginger. The flat cut side was bright yellow, while the other side was unpeeled.
Leon grabbed one of the pieces of medical tape off her sternum.
He placed the ginger disk on her right nipple, then taped it in place. She gasped in surprise, though she wasn’t sure why she was surprised, as what he was doing made logical sense.
