“No,” she replied.
“I think you’ll love it,” he said, rubbing a sliver of ginger over her nipples. Her small buds hardened as soon as he applied considerable pressure. “There you go. That’s sweet, submissive. I think you’ll enjoy this.”
He replaced the small gingerroot and fumbled around for a much larger one, a thick finger-cut shaped much like a penis. “Grind against the bench.”
“Now?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t see what’s so special about this ginger. It was cold, but outside of that, it’s not anything spectacular.”
“I’m sorry it didn’t do anything for you,” Grant said, thinking the element of surprise would be worthy of framing. Morgan wouldn’t know what hit her once the gradual onset of the burning sensation began. As sexual as Morgan had the ability to be, she’d beg them to fuck her by the time Blake finished with her.
“I asked you to hump that bench,” Blake told her.
Grant stepped to the side of the furniture so he could watch her. She pursed her lips and her eyes watered. “I’m not happy about this.”
“Of course you wouldn’t be.”
“I haven’t even kissed either one of you outside of a peck, and here I am dry humping a damn board so you can watch and get your jollies.”
“Respect, Morgan. Remember who you’re talking to here,” Grant said.
“You’ll enjoy it,” Blake assured her, thrusting his hand forward. The ginger finger tapped against her clit as she pretended to fuck the seat underneath her. He wiggled the wedge between her legs and left the root there for a few minutes.
“Your juices combined with the ginger juice will make for some pretty intense sensations,” Blake said.
“I’m sure that’s true,” she drawled sarcastically, acting as if she were positively bored.
That was one thing that pissed Grant off. Drug addicts were all the same in that regard. They believed nothing was as exciting as doing their drug.
That was about to change.
At one time, Morgan was a Dom’s fantasy. She was as sexual as most men and compliant, too. Whenever he took Morgan to bed, she was a treat, always willing to try something new, rarely using her safe word, and going that extra mile to pleasure her Dom…him. Now, she acted as if sex were boring?
Oh yeah, Grant and Blake would force her to change her attitude. They’d fuck her in the middle of town if they had to, but one way or another, that sparkle of lust and desire would soon reappear in Morgan’s eyes.
“Lean forward,” Blake told her, walking behind her. When she complied without giving him a blatant objection, Grant thought of that as an improvement.
Blake gently eased her forward and helped her spread out. With her hands locked behind her back, her reaction to the ginger would be interesting.
“I’ll insert the root tip up your ass,” Blake said, dragging the ginger up and down her crack.
Immediately, she trembled. “You know I don’t like anything up my butt!”
“That’s too bad. I happen to like being there. We’re preparing you for greater things, Morgan.” Blake massaged her bottom while she writhed under him, her body twitching as if she were trying to find a more comfortable position.
“Are you okay?” Grant asked, smirking.
“Fine,” she snapped.
“Good, sub-muffin. We’ll have you all squared away soon,” Grant said. Then, he looked at Blake. “Do you need some help?”
“Yes. Spread her cheeks. Since she isn’t feeling anything, I want the ginger buried inside her ass. Then, maybe she’ll at least remember what it’s like to have something thick and long locked inside her asshole.”
Grant smiled and Blake waggled his brows. Grant held her cheeks apart and Blake dragged the tip of the cold ginger around her anus. The small hole puckered and Blake shoved his hand forward, securing the gingerroot inside her bottom.
“There,” Blake announced. “Now, let’s wait and see if Morgan here remains unimpressed by ginger.”