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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.”
    “If she is, she’ll be the first. And considering women and men have played with ginger for generations? She’ll probably be the last.” As Morgan strained against the cuffs binding her hands, Grant tilted his head toward the bench, realizing the ginger was beginning to take effect. “But you’re right, Blake, we’ll have to wait and see what happens.”

Chapter Seven

    Wait hell! She was ready to blow up in a matter of minutes. Her nipples were already on fire. Her pussy was a fucking inferno, and her ass? Oh God, if they didn’t remove that thorn from her bottom, she might kill them both if she ever had the chance.
    Or maybe not kill them exactly, but perhaps torture them. Hmm, torture . She couldn’t help but think of the delicious ways they planned to punish and seduce her. Already, the slow burn was excruciating and exhilarating at the same time.
    If they meant to punish her, they might have considered another way to torment her. The gingerroot provoked lust in the third degree. The combustion combined pain and pleasure like someone set a match to her folds with every intention of torching her insides.
    She felt afflicted, as if she were being persecuted for the past choices she’d made. Perhaps Grant and Blake planned to help her lose sight of the drug upon which she’d long since focused. Maybe they had a fail-proof plan to help