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Ready for a steamy scene? The Governor has examined several accused witches this night, all of whom shied from his touch, ashamed of their responses as only complete abandon would prove their innocence. And now, as the watchman himself awaits the governor’s examination, the governor tends to another. Mercy Paine. Seductive. Lustful. Insatiable. A woman who craves a touch both tender and harsh. A woman who craves prolonged intimacies. A woman who simply craves…


“You will take all I give, Mercy,” he said, feeling the stone shift in his hand as her muscles clenched around it, seeming to hold it in place. He eased the pressure, willing to move slowly, yet unwilling to stop. “And you will hold it within.” He would take her as high as he could, let her linger in that place where passion stood just out of reach, a breath away, until he need only say the word for it to consume her.

He pressed on, fed the thick plug into her slowly, the stone flaring wider toward the middle, smooth and rounded. He added more oil at its widest part, letting it drip onto her and pool where the stone and her body joined. Then he eased it further inside of her, stretching her bit by bit.

Her moans, her sighs, were gruff, pained and needy. Her buttocks clenched, her muscles tightening upon the stone, seeming as much to expel it as to submit to it and permit it inside.

He eased the pressure. “Breathe,” he said, and waited for her to calm. “Accept it all…take every inch.” He started again, pushing gently, a constant force further stretching her, slipping now easily since the fattest part lay firmly within her, and then on until only the flattened base remained. A wide disk it was, pressed against her anus, holding her full and fleshy cheeks apart where it sat.

He pressed his thumb to the base it to be certain it could go no further but that she had accepted it all. Then he smoothed both hands over her rump, the oils on them making her flesh shimmer. Bringing sighs from her as her body adjusted to the cold, hard intrusion.

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He released the irons at her ankles and gently rubbed the tender flesh there. “Stand now,” he said, and moved to release the irons at her wrists, rubbed them the same.

He helped her to her feet and she rose slowly, stiffly. “Clasp your hands at your back,” he said, and when she did, he beckoned her forward with the crook of his finger. Forcing her to walk toward him. To struggle with and against the sensations of the thick stone wedged so deeply inside of her.

Desire built in her eyes, showed her need rising. But a witch, so stirred, would have need for more. A greater touch, a harsher hand. Unable to control herself, the witch would be. Ever seeking release, for it would be found only at the pleasure of the most evil one of all. Not by a mere man, no matter how experienced his hand.

He stepped back again and she advanced further, slowly, her hands still clasped at her back, her breasts thrust toward him, her long supple legs shimmering in the firelight.

She reached him again and he remained where he was. She took another step, stood so close her nipples brushed his doublet. Eager points, they were. Hard, dark. Still sore from the clamps, he was certain. He wished to test them, to pinch them again, clamp them once more, and see how well she withstood the sensations. Her needs, so great, too great…
He did not ease back from her, did not touch her. His desire instead to rouse her to the brink then let her
manage the fall of it, control it, and prove herself able.

Slowly he lifted a hand, cupped it to her neck, then tipped her chin up with his thumb. “I wish you to feel it well, Mercy.” He touched his other hand to her full soft hip and leaned closer to her, crushed her lush breasts to his chest. Whispered softly into her ear. “I wish to know how it rouses you, teases you…pains you.”

“It pains me most terribly,” she said and he believed her words, “for it makes me crave…”

He drew back from her then, just enough to still feel her heat. “You will suffer that craving,” he said, “until I say it may be satisfied.” He stood aside and the smallest of smiles flickered upon her lips as she looked at the pillory behind him.

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He pulled the pin from the eyebolt then lifted the hinged top. “Your pleasure is known to many,” he said as she settled her wrists into the smaller grooves. “Your need so great you render men unable.”

“Nay,” she said, her voice a whisper. “Pleasure well spent is slow to return.”

He pressed a hand to her back, forced her forward, to bend at the waist and place her neck into the larger curve.

She did not resist.

He lowered the top and locked her in place.

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Masquerade Ball Blog Tour - EXCERPT - THE WATCHMAN. “You will take all I give, Mercy,” he said, feeling the stone shift in his hand as her muscles clenched around it, seeming to hold it in place. He eased the pressure, willing to move slowly, yet unwilling to stop.