Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Ellen eagerly scrambled to her knees, her mouth watering in anticipation of worshiping his beautiful cock. She let all thoughts quiet as she slid her lips over his shaft. She sighed with pleasure as his fingers entwined in her hair.
It wasn’t long before he took over, holding her head still as he thrust in and out of her mouth. Within only a few minutes, he groaned, his hard cock pulsing against her tongue. With a small cry, he ejaculated, shooting down her throat so that she barely needed to swallow.
With a satisfied sigh, he pulled back from her, yanked up his pants and sat heavily on the stool. He ran his hands through his thick, dark hair as he smiled down at her only to have it flop back down over his forehead.
“That took the edge off. Thank you, slave.”
“My pleasure, Sir,” she replied sincerely. Suddenly exhausted, she hoped he would call for a break now that he’d had his orgasm. She’d climaxed enough for one day, thank you.
No such luck, however. Master Damon got to his feet, his smile suddenly cruel, his eyes sparking with anticipation. “It’s time for round number two. Let’s see how you handle the fucking machine—no stockade. Just you and the robotic cock.”
Ellen stared up at him, her mouth falling open as she processed his words.
“Come on, slave.” He held out his hand. “Up you go.”
Chapter 13
The look of horror on her face was almost comical.
“Relax, Ellen. You’re going to be fine. I promise. Remember, if you start to freak, you can use your safeword. I won’t punish you for that.”
At his mention of her safeword, a pucker appeared between Ellen’s brows. Then a look of determination moved over her pretty face. She gave a curt nod, but Damon had the strong feeling she wasn’t responding to him so much as some inner voice.
She’s not going to use her safeword, even if she goes into panic mode again.
This realization gave him pause. He was confident she’d be able to handle the fuck machine as long as she was controlling it. Even so, he would have to be extra vigilant, given her earlier reaction while in the stockade.
“Go clean the toy and report back,” he directed. “I’ll get the machine set up meanwhile. Oh, and put your hair back in a ponytail. I want to be able to see your face.”
Bending gracefully, Ellen retrieved the dildo and carried it from the room without a word.
Damon grabbed one of the smaller yoga mats for her to kneel on and placed it beside the spanking bench. He brought the stool over as well. Next, he went over to the stockade. It was a simple matter to detach the fuck machine from the back of it. After making sure the electric cord was long enough, he set it down on the floor next to the spanking bench.
As he examined the machine more closely, he saw that in addition to the manual controls, it had a wireless remote attached to the side with Velcro. The remote had three buttons—one to turn it on or off, the other two to increase or decrease the speed. The machine also had suction cups on the base to keep it in place while in use.
Ellen returned to the playroom a moment later, the dildo in hand. She’d pulled her hair back in a high ponytail. The style emphasized her large, deep blue eyes and the subtle slant of her cheekbones.
There was determination in her face, along with barely disguised trepidation. It was fairly clear that she still didn’t trust him to keep her safe. That was on him. What happened with the stockade would not happen again—not on his watch.
It was strange to realize her trust or lack thereof mattered to him as much as it did. He’d scened hard and heavy with a number of serious submissives over the years, and there had certainly been occasions where safewords were invoked. He’d never worried overmuch about establishing trust with his scene partners. Trust led to intimacy, and intimacy was dangerous.
But with Ellen, it was different. Because of the finite nature of their contract, he had the opportunity to take her deeper into submission than he’d allowed himself since Liesel. The question was, could he establish the trust necessary while holding the complication of intimacy at bay? To his surprise, he found he was willing to try.
He took the dildo from her and reattached it to the piston of the sex machine. Grabbing the lube, he squirted a dollop onto the head of the toy and smoothed it along the shaft. Detaching the remote, he handed it to Ellen.
“As you can see,” he said, biting back a smile as she stared down at it with barely disguised reluctance, “you’ll be able to control the speed of the thrusts yourself. Go ahead, give it a try before you get into position, just to test it out.”