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)
He turned the machine on to its lowest speed. It whirred to life with a mechanized pumping sound. Ellen yipped, her hands clenching into fists, her toes curling. As he slowly turned up the speed, the huge phallus eased in and out of her bound body. She was trembling, hands still clenched.
“Relax your body,” he reminded her. “Uncurl your fists.”
After a moment, her fingers slowly unfurled, though the trembling continued. He turned up the speed another notch. Her moan was low and feral, punctuated by mewling cries. Once he got her used to the machine, he would turn it all the way up, not easing off until she came hard. But, for now, he would give her more time to adjust.
Getting to his feet, he slipped his hand into his fly and pulled out his aching cock. He couldn’t wait to shove it down her throat and let her milk him dry. “Remember,” he said as he came around to sit on the stool, “don’t come before I do.”
But when he saw her face, his hand fell away, his plans forgotten. He furrowed his brow as he tried to understand what he was seeing. Sweat beaded on Ellen’s forehead. Her hands were clenched into white-knuckled fists. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her mouth drawn down in a rictus of anguished fear. Were those tears pouring down her cheeks?
“Fuck,” he swore softly. Racing back to the sex machine, he quickly killed the motor. Carefully, he eased the gooey phallus from the bound girl’s cunt.
He quickly released the Velcro restraints that held her immobile. “You’re okay,” he told her, as much to reassure himself as her. She was still trembling like a leaf. “You’re okay. It’s okay, Ellen. It’s okay.”
Bending down, he lifted her into his arms. She was crying audibly now. She buried her face against his chest as he carried her the few feet from the playroom to the bedroom.
He set her gently on the mattress and sat beside her. She curled in on herself, hiding her face with her hands. “I’m sorry,” she choked between sobs. “I’m sorry, Sir. I tried. I did. I couldn’t…” She dissolved into more tears.
Heart wrenching, Damon lay beside her and pulled her gently into his arms. Again, she buried her face against him.
“Don’t cry, Ellen.” He stroked her hair. “This was my fault.” He held her close, that strange, disconcerting tenderness again assailing him.
Watch it, his internal guard dog warned. Don’t let your feelings get in the way. Stay focused.
Eventually, she calmed, her breath easing, her body stilling. When she pulled away from him, he let her go. She had soaked the front of his T-shirt. Lifting his torso, he stripped off the shirt and used a dry part to gently dab her wet cheeks and nose.
She looked so woebegone that it almost made his heart hurt. He had the sudden, crazy urge to kiss her. To take her into his arms and explore her sweet, soft mouth with his as he soothed away her pain.
He banished the desire, sternly reminding himself he was her Dom, not her lover. Still, he could give her the aftercare she needed.
“Hey,” he said gently. “You’re not in trouble, Ellen. If anyone’s to blame here, it’s me. I wasn’t sensitive enough to your cues. You’re such an obedient, well-trained slave that it didn’t occur to me you were experiencing anything more than typical sub jitters.”
Hmm. Maybe precisely because she was so well trained, she hadn’t protested the way the women he was used to sceneing with would have. Instead, like a highly trained soldier who would never question her commanding officer, she’d lowered her head and run straight into battle.
Damon stared up at the wooden beams that comprised the ceiling as he formulated his thoughts. “I know The Enclave doesn’t use safewords and there was no place for one in our contract. But I’m wondering. Maybe you should have one with me so something like this doesn’t happen again. Because, I have to tell you, while I get their rationale about no exit doors and this-isn’t-a-scene-but-a-lifestyle-mentality, it doesn’t really apply here.”
He placed his hands behind his head, clear now on what he wanted to say. “I mean, think about it. We’ve only got seven days. That’s not very long to really get to know someone’s triggers and limits, even in this kind of intense setup. We’re just getting started and I don’t plan to ease up. Quite the opposite. I intend to push you to your very limits, and maybe a little beyond.”
He let the excitement enter his voice as he warmed to his topic. “This is a chance for both of us to delve into our darkest, deepest fantasies while we engage in full-on 24/7 intensive Master/slave interaction. That means I’m going to be pushing some buttons I might not even realize are there. I don’t want you white-knuckling your way through something that’s freaking you out. I don’t want to put you through another situation like what just happened.”