She attempted to leave the crystal on the ledge, but it seemed to beg her to take it along.
That was ridiculous. Crystals didn’t beg. They certainly didn’t have an opinion about being taken for a swim.
She forced herself to set it on the ledge and dropped down into the deliciously warm water.
She stretched her body and preened, adoring the luxury of this sacred site, then kicked off and swam under the falls, but immediately realized swimming was also a mistake.
Every kick of her legs activated her throbbing core. Her inner thighs brushed together, teasing but not satisfying her overwhelming need. She stopped, treading water, with the fingers of one hand curled between her legs.
Not going to work.
She would sink and drown before she ever satisfied the itch.
Where in the hell was Tomis when she needed him?
Oh, stars, the crystals would be the death of her.
She spun in a circle. She didn’t see her savior anywhere. Desperation seized her.
Veck this, as Tomis would say. She simply couldn’t wait any longer. She would die if she didn’t get relief immediately. She dove underwater and swam hard, back toward the waterfalls, toward the ledge.
When she reached it, she pulled herself out, her wanton moans echoing off the cliff wall behind her.
Wand, wand. Where is the wand? Stars, she needed it. Right there. She frantically rubbed her clit with the wand, slid it against her flesh.
Not. Enough.
Changing the angle, she pushed the wand inside her tight entrance. It was too much, too fast, and it hurt, but she couldn’t stop herself, either. She shoved it deeper, seeking relief.
Her moans grew louder, the answering echo making it sound like a chorus of females having sex along with her. Her eyelids drooped as she shoved the crystal ever deeper.
Come on, you vecking crystal. It’s your fault I have this urge. Can’t you slake it?
But it seemed it wouldn’t. The crystal wasn’t what she needed or wanted. Her body needed flesh. Male flesh, hard and unyielding. Pounding her into oblivion.
Out of nowhere, Tomis appeared, standing above her. Huge, dripping wet, and furious. Why was he wearing his pants again? They were soaked, as if he’d swum in them.
“What in the veck are you doing?”
She panted, hardly able to focus on him. “Defiling your sacred stone.”
Tomis’ eyes glittered violet as he unbuckled his belt. “You are not to pleasure yourself. I am your master. I determine when and if you receive pleasure. You know that. Now, you will be punished.”
“Yes,” she gasped. Punishment. Pleasure. Anything. Please, just touch me now.
He pulled the belt from its loops with a whoosh, the wet leather curling through like an angry sea serpent. “You want my punishment.” It sounded more like a statement than a question.
“Yes,” she admitted in a whisper. Or was it a moan? She didn’t just want his punishment. She vecking needed it.
“I’m going to whip you, baby. Then I’m going to use that crystal on you in ways you never thought of. And, after that, I think I’ll probably whip you again. Because, starshine, if I don’t give that sweet little ass and pussy some attention, if I don’t punish them until you scream, I’m not sure I’ll survive the night.” He wound the buckle end around his fist, shortening the animal hide strap to the length of her forearm. “On your knees, Talia. Forehead on your hands.”
She assumed the position, her ass pointed in the air for his wicked wet belt. Yet, she wasn’t afraid in the slightest. Tomis would make it good. Even if he caused her pain, he’d give her pleasure, too. He had, even when she’d hurt him and given him good reason to punish her. He was as needy as she was, and that meant she’d have satisfaction soon.
Stars, she hoped it would be enough to ease the mounting frenzy inside her.
Tomis didn’t make her wait long. The first lash of his belt fell with a light slap. Just enough to leave a sting but no pain.
“Mmmm.” Bliss.