Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
“Yeah, it was a wedding present,” I told her, then revised, “Well, not really. The building was here already. What’s in the building, though—”
“I think I understand what it’s for.” Gena pointed to the metal bondage frame and the rack of canes.
I blushed. It had been my idea to bring her here, but suddenly, I was shy? “Let me show you around.”
“Please do.”
I took her to the aftercare room, first, and pointed out all the supplies there. Even though we wouldn’t be engaging in hard play—I was too emotionally fragile to even consider it—I thought it was cool enough to point out.
“The building is designed with four rooms off this central one,” I explained as we walked back to the middle. “Like a cross, but the lines intersect here.”
“It’s stunning,” she said as we entered the bathroom. I flipped on the lights in there, because it was a bit dimmer; half of the windows were just façades, now, covered inside by the shower.
“Are those shackles?” She pointed to the cuffs on the wall.
“Yes, they are. The water pressure in here is fantastic.”
“I would expect nothing less from the two of you.”
I snorted. “What do you mean by that?”
Gena shrugged one shoulder. “You’re so into each other. I envy that. I want to find someone who looks at me the way Neil looks at you.”
“How does he look at me?” I pressed, like I was trying to find out if my crush really did like me. Every day that Neil and I were apart, I became just slightly more pathetic.
“Like you’re the only thing he’ll ever need.” Gena’s tone was a little sad as she said it. Had Ian never looked at her that way?
No matter how shitty our life was, right now, Neil and I were in it together. I was thankful for that, and I hoped Gena would find someone herself, since she wanted to.
“Come on,” I said, taking her hand and pulling her toward the door “You haven’t seen what I really want to show you.”
I led her to the weirdest, most wonderful part of Neil’s wedding gift to me. “Ta-da!”
Gena stepped into the machine room, her eyes widening as she realized what she was seeing. “Oh, my god.”
“Yeah, that’s was pretty much my response,” I said, remembering my reaction when Neil had first showed me the three mechanical wonders he’d gotten for us. A Sybian, the classic saddle vibrator I had fantasized about for years stood on its own raised platform. Neil had added ankle cuffs to the dais, as well as loops to bind my arms. More than once I’d found myself trapped while orgasm after orgasm painfully seized my muscles.
Farther back, a black leather bench, also modified for bondage, stood in front of an H-shaped bit of machinery that could work two independently motorized arms at ridiculous speeds for double penetration by interchangeable dildos. But my favorite of all was the simple, elegant mechanism that stood in front of a black leather chaise in the center of the room.
“Does this do what I think it does?” Gena asked, tentatively running her fingers over the gleaming steel rod.
“Yup.” I nodded and crossed my arms over my chest. “That is a fucking machine.”
“Holy shit.” She giggled.
“Well, technically, they all are. But this one is my favorite. See this?” I pointed to the flywheel that created the thrusting motion of the rod. “It goes crazy fast. I have squirted so many times using this thing.”
Wow, it was kind of awesome talking to Gena like this. Maybe it was because she was a woman, but I didn’t feel like I had to be coquettish or polite with my terminology around her. She was a chick, she knew how her body worked, and she wouldn’t be shocked.
“Do you think I could try it?” she asked, biting her lower lip.
“Um, obviously. I wouldn’t show you my toys, and not let you play with them. But have you been on a Sybian before?” When she shook her head, I added, “You have so got to try it, first.”
“They’re as good as everyone says?”
I nodded silently, my eyes wide to convey the intensity without words.
She grinned. “Okay. Well, saddle me up, partner.”
I went to the chest of drawers against the wall, between the windows, and found a bottle of lube and one of the penetration attachments. “How about this? You don’t have to use the dildo, but it’s really—”
When I turned, I saw Gena already shimmying out of her skirt. She pulled her tank top over her head, as if in slow motion, and stood before me in a black satin bra that barely contained her lush breasts, and black panties cut high on her hips.
God, she was gorgeous.
“You pick,” she said with a sly smile, because she knew, she had to know, how fucking hot she looked.