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)
“Yes, Sir,” she said, managing a genuine answering smile. “I think I did.”
Letting go of her shoulder, he took a step back. “Turn around and bend over. I’ll remove the plug.”
Ugh. She’d almost forgotten it was there.
Biting back a sigh, she turned around and grabbed her ankles once more. He eased the plug from her body. As she stood and turned toward him, he held out the offending object between thumb and forefinger by its flared base.
She only just managed not to wrinkle her nose with distaste, though, thank god, it appeared to be clean. She would have died of embarrassment otherwise.
As she accepted the plug, he said, “I’m going to get myself another cup of coffee and check my email. You’re going to clean up the toys we used and do whatever else you need to do—toilet, check your phone, whatever—and meet me back here in… Let’s say thirty minutes.”
Ellen’s mind instantly filled with all sorts of possibilities. There were so many wonderful restraint devices and toys in the playroom. Given her training at The Enclave, she was sure she could handle whatever he had in mind for her.
As long it wasn’t that scary fuck machine.
Master Damon rubbed his hands together, a wicked look coming into his eyes. “Then, my little orgasmic slave girl, I’m going to tie you down in that horizontal stockade and let the fuck machine do its job.”
Chapter 11
The horizontal stockade was a thing of beauty. Built like a low-rise spanking horse, it was made of black steel with cushioned padding for the knees, torso and hips. There was even a chin rest, also padded. It had ten nylon restraint straps, two per limb plus one for the waist and the back.
The fuck machine behind reminded Damon of a machine gun, if you were to attach a large black dildo to the barrel. With a flick of the switch, the piston came to life with a whirring, pumping sound. He adjusted the speed, moving it from slow to rat-a-tat fast before turning it off. They were going to engage in serious fun with this thing. He could hardly wait to get started.
Removing the sterilized wrap that covered the dildo, he smeared plenty of lubricant over the head of the huge phallus. He would need to go carefully at first so as not to damage Ellen’s tight little cunt. But once her vaginal muscles relaxed to accommodate the toy, he’d give her the ride of a lifetime.
He looked up as the naked girl entered the playroom. Her rich brown hair was loose. It tumbled down her back in wavy ripples. Her eyes were wide, her lower lip caught in her teeth as she approached. Her arms came protectively around her torso as her gaze flicked over the apparatus. This was not the look of someone eager to play.
“Is something the matter?” he asked, concerned. While he wanted to give Ellen an intense experience that required her complete submission, he also wanted her to enjoy it.
She swallowed visibly before answering. “I, um… That is, I’m not really comfortable with machine-powered dildos. They make me nervous.”
“Have you had actual experience with one?” he asked, genuinely curious.
Again, she hesitated before replying. “No, Sir. But I think if I were allowed hard limits, that might be one of them?”
She made it a question, as if she wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about it.
She just needed some guidance, he decided. Some reassurance. “Per the terms of our contract, which you read, agreed to and signed, you don’t have hard limits. Not with me. Not while we’re together. Isn’t that right, slave?”
She blinked rapidly, a tell he was coming to recognize indicated she was struggling with something. After another long moment, her chin lifted, a look of determination coming into her dark blue eyes.
“Yes, Master Damon.”
Pleased, Damon nodded. “I’ve duly noted your reservations. Just so you know, I do have experience with this kind of toy. And, if you’ll recall, our contract also stipulates that I will not harm you. Hurt you, yes,” he added, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “But only the good kind.”
If anything, she only looked more anxious.
He offered a reassuring smile. “Relax, Ellen. Once we get going, you’ll be fine.”
After a moment, she nodded. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
Damon smiled. “Good girl.” He got to his feet. “Let’s get you strapped down.”
As he helped her into a prone position in the stockade, he could still feel the tension radiating from her. “Relax,” he reminded her. “Remember, resistance, even the passive resistance of holding tension in your body, goes against true submission. I get it that it’s only our second day together. But your goal should be to fully give yourself to me, no matter what I ask of you. You need to trust that I will take you where you need to go but also keep you safe.”