Haunted Hearts

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-55410-735-3

Page :317

Word Count :79250

Publication Date :2010-08-24

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Category : Erotic Romance

Product Code: 978-1-55410-735-3

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An enchanted midnight garden, a green elixir, and an enticing man…

Answers know their own time. As does terror. And sometimes, many times, the answers needed can be couched only in terms of terror, and uncertainty, mixed with the mad intoxication that comes from nameless substances imbibed in the darkest of hidden places. Jean-Agnes knows the fear all too well. And the questions that have no answers because no one is willing to face reason long enough to find answers. But most of all she knows the seduction of the strange green liquor Gardner pours for with every visit to her enchanting midnight garden.

“What do you say to me, Jean-Agnes?”

His fingers would give me no release. Allow me no relief.

“Thank you,” I breathed in my most reverent tone, still staggered by the pain of what he had done to me. “Thank you Sir, for my…”

“Punishment,” he murmured, finishing for me. And he stroked again at the distended, struggling ridges of flesh between my legs, in a way that very nearly sent me to my knees. “You still have so very much to learn, Jean-Agnes. So much of punishment and to understand and to learn. As you have to learn about pleasure.”

I cried out softly beneath the torture of those wandering fingertips.

So much to learn?

I doubted that.

Especially about the sort of punishment at which he was so expert and in which he took such inordinate delight in inflicting.

Sexual punishment.

As he was so fond of pointing out, the division between punishment and absolute pleasure was very thin. Very, very subtle, so that one might easily pass from one state to the other without entirely realizing the shift had taken place. In his patience and his persistence, his encouragement and his support, he had helped me to grow. And to learn.

In pain, he taught, lay ultimate pleasure. And in punishment, supreme knowledge. And without knowing one, it was impossible to know, impossible to understand or to appreciate, the other. All of which he now seemed determined to prove.

“You enjoy this.” His voice became a low and silken murmur, almost a purr of self-satisfied delight. And his fingers continued their maddening circling, stroking, petting along the agonizingly strained ridges of me.

I wanted to collapse.

I did not dare.

Not until Gardner made it clear the time was right. Not until he gave his permission for me to give in, to react in any way I wanted.

“P…please,” I whispered.