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)
She said nothing but, as he gently stroked her back, she did seem to relax, at least a little. If she was like most subs, just the act of being bound would calm her. It took away any decisions on her part. All she had to do was let go.
He made sure she was reasonably comfortable, adjusting the torso rest to her height and tilting the hip rest to raise her ass higher for better penetration. When he was satisfied, he strapped her legs and arms to the hooks that ran along the padded rests on either side of the main bench of the stockade.
When he was done, he took a step back to admire his handiwork. He had an excellent view of her cunt and ass. The straps rendered her completely immobile. She was perfectly positioned for doggy-style penetration and totally at his mercy.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, his cock pulsing with appreciation.
He came around and crouched in front of her. “How you doing? Good so far?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied in a husky voice. He could see the fear in her eyes. It only made his cock harder.
It was erotic fear. Good, sexy fear. The kind subs lived for.
“This is going to be fun,” he assured her. “You’ll see.”
His cock had risen like a tent pole in his loose-fitting drawstring pants. Something would definitely have to be done about that.
He’d noticed a small stool in a corner of the playroom when they’d first arrived. It was the kind of adjustable stool used in doctor’s offices, with wheels and a lever to raise or lower the seat. Retrieving the stool, he set it at the head of the stockade, facing Ellen. Straddling it, he gripped a handful of her thick hair, using it to lift her head. With his free hand, he pulled his erect shaft through the fly and fisted it.
He rolled the stool closer until the head of his cock grazed her parted lips. “I’m going to fuck your face while that huge cock fucks you from behind,” he murmured. He moved the head of his cock over her lips, coating them with the droplet of pre-come that had gathered at the tip. “Would you like that, slave?”
“I, um…” Again, the rapid blinking. “If it pleases you, Sir.”
He tightened his grip in her hair until she winced. “That wasn’t what I asked you. I asked if you would like me to fuck your face while you get fucked from behind by that great big rubber cock.”
She sucked in a breath, her eyes going wide. “Yes, Sir.”
Damon frowned. She’d said what he wanted to hear, but it had lacked conviction. No matter. She didn’t have to like it. She just had to submit. Wasn’t that her reason for being—total submission? She could take her pleasure in that.
Letting go of her hair, he tucked his erection back into his pants and got to his feet. Moving around behind her, he crouched by the fuck machine and shifted it forward until the phallus was poised at her cunt.
She gasped and jerked against her restraints as the lubed head of the fat dildo touched her spread cunt.
“Relax,” he soothed. “Breathe.”
She managed to draw in a shuddery breath and release it.
“Again,” he directed, leaning forward to place his hand on her lower back. “Let all the tension go. Submit to your Master. Take what I give you.”
She did a little better the second time and even better the third.
“Good,” he said. “Just keep breathing and you’ll be fine. I’m going to start nice and slow to give you a chance to adjust to the girth of this thing. Then I’ll increase the speed so you get a good, thorough fucking. You can come, but not before I do. Got that?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, a quaver in her voice.
Without turning on the motor, he eased the phallus forward, nudging it against her opening. She drew in a sharp, startled breath, her body clenching.
“Breathe,” he reminded her. “Relax your body. Make me proud, Ellen. I know you can do this.”
He waited until she visibly relaxed. He started again, this time penetrating her with the head of the lubricated shaft. She emitted a sexy, breathless cry that only made him harder. She looked so fucking hot with the glistening, hard black shaft being swallowed by her forcibly spread cunt. He pushed it deeper, his own cock throbbing.
“No,” she cried, startling him. “It’s too big, Sir. I can’t—”
“Of course, you can,” he interrupted, trying not to let his impatience get the better of him. She would be fine once she got over her jitters. “You do want to please me, don’t you? Isn’t that why you’re here, Ellen? To please your Master?”
“Yes, Sir. But—”
“No buts. Show me the grace I know you possess.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
Slowly, steadily, he eased the shaft forward until it filled her. “There,” he said, giving her ass a pat. “I knew you could do it. Now comes the fun part.”