them,” Moira accused.
“You’re doing very well,” Kyle said, the earlier edge gone. He stroked his hand behind her shoulder blades before massaging her shoulders. “Promise me you will speak up if you think anything is harmful to you or our bairn.”
“I promise, Kyle. I know what I said earlier was foolish and contrary to my promise. But I mean it. I wouldn’t do anything risky,” Moira assured him. Kyle massaged the globes of her backside, aroused all over again by the view. He’d yet to plunder her rosebud with his cock, but they’d been working to ready her. He withdrew the small plug that was already in place.
“You’ve been an apt pupil with these, Moira. I’m proud of you. But this next one will be painful. It is larger, and it will have ginger on it,” Kyle warned. He’d done nothing more than dab a few drops around the rim of her rosebud the night before, so Moira could get a sense of the sting. “Your words were more than insulting, and so were your actions. Contradicting me in front of my crew does make me look weak. You knew I wouldn’t do anything to correct you before the men, and you took advantage of that. By disregarding my word and as my—” Kyle stumbled over his words.
Moira wasn’t lawfully his wife, even if he hadn’t contradicted Keith when he implied it to Dónal. He hadn’t thought of her as his mistress since the last time he’d said it, and she’d been right that she never accepted the position.
“My betrothed,” Kyle continued, “you set us on the path to a mutiny. If my men think a pint-sized lass can browbeat me, then they will assume they can defeat me. You will get yourself, our bairn, Tomas, Snake Eye, Braedon, and me killed if Keith can’t stop them. Those three will stand beside us, more to protect you than to side with me. I will lose any respect if my brother must come to my rescue on my own ship. You risked that, Moira. Your little spectacle is worse than you thought.”
Kyle dabbed the unscented oil onto his finger and swirled it about Moira’s rosebud, pressing his finger inside to prepare her, and receiving a moan in return as she pushed her hips back. A resounding slap landed against her backside. He dabbed the ginger oil onto the largest plug he dared use with Moira and cautiously eased it into her. He watched the muscles in her back tense as the plug entered her, then her legs danced around as the burn began. He’d been mindful not to place too much oil on the device, since it was her first time with that size plug and with the sensation. As the flange rested between her bottom cheeks, Kyle landed a slap on the other side from the last one.
Moira’s breath caught again. The sensation of being so full wasn’t entirely new after her experiences with Aidan, but it had been nearly six years. The burn from the ginger was excruciating, but the slaps eased the pain, giving her something else to focus upon. But as the sting faded from her globes, she was left with the effects of the ginger. The only benefit she saw was that every muscle between her belly and knees contracted, so she didn’t fear dropping the ben wa balls. But as she shifted in discomfort, the balls moved within her channel, making her arousal almost as unbearable as the ginger burn. She was desperate for Kyle to ease all of her needs, and she thought for a moment he would when he helped her off the table and lowered his mouth to her breast. He swirled his tongue over her nipple before suckling one and massaging the other. She trembled with need, but Kyle pulled away just as she thought his attention to her breast would bring her to climax.
“Go to the corner, Moira,” Kyle commanded. He kissed the crown of her head, her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips before giving her a gentle nudge.
Moira nodded and made her way to where she’d now logged numerous hours. Kyle wouldn’t keep her there long that day. She’d frustrated him, even angered him as she argued, but he’d already forgiven her. He had no wish to curb her courage to speak up, and he didn’t want her to resent him as she did Dónal. But he needed her to understand the danger she created