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)
“See,” she said when it ended. “I told you it was awesome. We should watch Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory next.”
Damon chuckled as he shook his head. “Uh, that would be a no.” He closed the laptop and set it aside. “One musical is about all I can handle, no matter how engaging.”
She made a cute little pouty face. Jesus Christ. What was happening to him? He was turning to mush.
To distract himself, not to mention regain control, he turned to Ellen, who was snuggled beside him. He reached for her throat, easily spanning it with thumb and forefinger. Her eyes widened in that delicious combination of primal fear and erotic desire.
“Do you trust me, slave girl?” he asked in a low voice.
“Oh, yes, Sir,” she breathed, her eyes fixed on his.
“Good. Because it’s time to return to the playroom. I’m going to strap you again into the horizontal stockade. There’s a fuck machine waiting with your name on it. And this time”—he applied pressure just beneath her jaw, momentarily cutting off her ability to breathe—“no safeword, no stopping.”
Chapter 22
Ellen kept her gaze focused on Master Damon’s clear gray-green eyes. He sat on a low stool in front of her, his forearms resting on his thighs. He held the sex machine remote in his right hand.
She was bound doggy style in the stockade, straps over her calves, forearms and waist holding her in place. Unlike the first time, the head of the dildo wasn’t touching her, but was instead poised several inches away from her entrance. She was grateful for this, as it would allow her to adjust to the penetration.
“Are you ready, slave?” he asked.
She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly as she willed herself to be calm. She was no longer the panicked sub girl trying to power her way through something to please her Master.
Yes, she was still nervous but her emotions didn’t threaten to overwhelm her. Master Damon believed she could handle this task. He had faith in her. She could do this. She would not only get through it—she would embrace it. She would give herself completely.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice steady.
He touched the on button and the lubricated phallus pulled slowly back and then moved forward, only the head penetrating her before it eased back again. A shudder of residual fear moved through her body and she tensed in spite of her promises to herself.
“Open your eyes,” Master Damon commanded softly.
She hadn’t realized she’d closed them—was in fact squeezing them tightly shut. Blinking rapidly, she focused on his handsome face. The phallus continued to move slowly in and out of her, still not fully penetrating. It actually felt good, sending pleasurable spirals of sensation through her as it mechanically thrust forward and pulled back.
He smiled. “You’re doing well.”
She actually managed a small return smile.
You got this.
He got to his feet. “I’m going to move the machine closer now so you can take the entire length of the dildo.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her heart kicking up its pace.
He moved out of her line of sight. He must have turned off the remote because the machine suddenly stilled. A spurt of anxiety made her guts clutch as he moved the phallus closer, easing it forward until it entered her again. Sweat prickled beneath her arms and at her brow. In spite of her resolve, she gave a yelp as the machine again whirred to life, causing the shaft of the thick dildo to fully penetrate her. It felt like it was splitting her in two.
A warm, comforting hand applied gentle pressure to her lower back. “Breathe,” he reminded her. “You can do this.”
His touch and his words calmed her. She let go of the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding and drew in another as she silently chanted her mantra.
Breathe. Relax, Accept.
Another word added itself to the litany: Submit.
Something opened inside her, letting the last, lingering anxiety melt away.
When Master Damon returned to his perch on the stool, she met his gaze with a kind of relaxed but fierce determination.
“More?” he queried.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, almost believing the confidence in her tone.
He touched the remote. The dildo pumped faster, making her breath catch. The vibrations pulsed through her. Her position on the bench created the perfect friction against her clit, which throbbed with each powerful thrust of the phallus.
Master Damon smiled a cruel, sexy smile, his eyes hooding. He cupped her cheek as the toy continued to fuck her. “You’re such a dirty girl, Ellen. My dirty little slut, getting off on being fucked by a machine.”
Ellen groaned, a spurt of dark, raw pleasure shooting through her cunt at his words. Her body was trembling in its restraints. Even though she’d adjusted to its girth, the hard, thick cock was almost too much to handle. Pleasure balanced just this side of pain. But the pleasure was definitely winning out.