56. Arabella
56
Arabella
I ’m literally on my hands and knees with my pussy out. The way he walked me in here on a leash, like I’m his prized pet, has my thighs slick with arousal. It doesn’t help that he’s sitting across from me, just out of reach, looking like sex on a stick. He’s in black jeans, boots and a dress shirt that’s unbuttoned at the top, showing off a hint of the chest hair I love so much. I could really lean into the part of his pet and start drooling, but I’ll contain it… for now.
Ryker stands and moves toward me. He places his warm hands on my body and turns me to face the lone chair that sits against the left wall. I hear him moving behind me, but can’t tell what he’s doing.
“Stand up and spread your legs, sweet girl.” I do as he says and he pushes a large device with what appears to be a large dildo attached to the top through my spread legs.
“What is it?” The question comes out breathy.
“A sybian. Basically, an expensive fucking machine,” he explains.
I let out the breath as he guides me to sit. “Your cunt appears to be soaked, so it should be an easy fit.”
A small moan slips from my lips at the intrusion.
“If it feels familiar, it should. It’s a replica of mine.” Fuck me running. No wonder it feels so good. I’ve never tried fucking a machine before, and didn’t expect it here, but now my mind is racing trying to figure out what he’s got planned.
“Hands behind your back,” he commands sharply and I feel him place something soft around each wrist, connecting them with something distinctly metallic.
Okay.
Can’t move my arms. Cool, cool.
“I should put an anal hook in that tight asshole of yours and make you hold the end of it, but I’ll save that for another time.”
He’s going to make me come with his words alone. I’m so turned on already, I’m surprised I’m not slipping off this thing.
“One more thing and we’ll be ready.” More metal jangles as he walks around me holding a long metal chain with a clip on each end. He pulls an already hardened nipple and squeezes. His touch is pure torture and I’m sure he knows it. Clamping one end onto the hard peak, I gasp at the sudden slice of pain that runs straight to my clit. He repeats the action on the other, then pulls the chain upward, holding it where I can see it.
“You’re going to hold this between your teeth until I tell you otherwise. Am I clear?”
As if I would ever tell him no. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now open.” My tits aren’t huge, but they’re heavy enough that I feel the pull as he places the chain in my mouth.
I watch him intently as he walks to the chair. Before he sits, he opens his belt and unbuttons his jeans. This is so confusing. What is he doing?
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look like this? All set up and ready for me to use.” He’s leaning back in the chair with his legs spread. I’d give anything to be able to crawl to him. “Don’t answer that. Oh wait–your mouth is full. You can’t answer me without dropping that chain holding up those amazing tits of yours.” He’s taunting me.
His hand opens to show me a– remote?
“This situation you find yourself in, would be considered a mild form of predicament bondage.” He presses a button and the clone a cock seated deep inside me, comes to life with a low hum. It’s slight, but I still jump. “You see… I’m going to sit here and play with the settings on this remote, while you try your hardest not to come. Be careful, though. If you move too much you might pull even harder on those nipples… which I’m sure would be painful. So move at your own risk, I suppose.” He’s so casual, it’s daunting.
Closing my eyes, I release a grunt as he increases the speed of the vibrator.
Once.
Then twice.
The whole thing is shaking and it feels so good. I can’t stop from leaning forward just a little to relieve the pressure assaulting my clit. Unfortunately, it has the opposite effect and I quickly realize it’s only making my orgasm come on faster.
“Open your eyes.”
A bead of sweat drips down the side of my face and I open my eyes to see him holding his rock hard cock, stroking it long and slow. My breath picks up at the sight and my eyes laser focus on the motion. My back arches, causing my hips to shift further forward without as much risk of me face planting and ruining the mood he’s set for us. It also helps add more pressure against my throbbing clit. I just need a little relief.
A long and torturous moment later, he presses another button, and the dildo begins to thrust in and out, low and slow. My brows pull together from all the different sensations. It’s too much, but also not enough. I can feel my orgasm continuing to build low in my belly, like there are a thousand butterflies occupying the space and dying to be released. But I’m not allowed to come until he allows it.
“I can see the struggle written all over your face, baby. I bet you’d like a taste of this, wouldn’t you?” He languidly strokes his throbbing shaft, teasing me. No doubt trying to see if I’ll let go of this fucking chain in my mouth. I have news for him, I won’t. “You’re drooling. Is that because of my cock or the chain? I guess it doesn’t really matter. It’s hot as fuck either way.”
Standing, he walks to me, catches the drool and spit falling from my lips into his hand and retreats back to his chair. His spit covered hand begins to jack himself off and I’m sure I’ve never seen anything quite so erotic.
“Let’s move things along, yes?”
Oh my god. What now?
“I just increased the vibration and thrust to their highest settings,” he explains. My insides are like Jello, as I ride the machine like it’s Ryker underneath me and I’m allowed to take what I want. “What are you going to do while you watch me get off to the show? I bet you wish you could crawl to me and help by sucking my cock down your tight throat, don’t you?”
I fucking do want that. I’m about to lose this game he’s playing. My release is growing and building and my skin is covered in a sheen of sweat.
“You’re such a good fucking girl for me, Bella,” he praises. “But you’re in this situation, because we made a deal.”
His eyes are laser focused on my body and there’s no doubt in my mind, I’d fulfill every demand if he’d just give in and let me come.
“Do you know how many rules you broke?” Fuck. I already know the answer. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you. Not even one. You should know baby… that I see you. I know what you really want. You want the release that comes with a punishment, but you don’t know how to ask for it. So I gave you an excuse to get what you need, without making you ask . But you didn’t take the gift I so graciously gave you. Instead, you squandered it. So now, your punishment is… you get to stay over there and not come, while watching me pleasure myself. There’s not a fucking thing you can do about it.”
“Mmmmm,” I moan. Don’t come. Don’t come.
“I even gave you some last minute opportunities to defy me before we came in here. The good girl in you held tight, and you didn’t budge. All after I promised you that breaking some rules, wouldn’t change a thing between us. Maybe you don’t trust me after all.”
Tears start to fill my eyes and I blink slowly in a lame attempt to hold them off. How do I tell him I do trust him, when I have to keep this fucking chain in my mouth and can’t talk? My nipples don't hurt. Although I’m not sure I can feel them at all anymore. There are too many sensations. Too many emotions. It’s all too much.
I refuse to give up. The tears sting my eyes as they begin their descent down my sweat stained face. Strands of loose hair are now plastered to my skin. I don’t even want to come anymore. It’s a very painful need .
The pace of his hand stroking his cock quickens.
“If I’m wrong, prove it.”
I don’t understand what he wants from me.
“If you can prove me wrong before I come, I’ll stop and save this entire load of cum just for you.”
My breathing picks up speed as my body shakes. My orgasm is right under the surface, itching to get out. Between the fucking machine, the nipple clamps and watching him get off, my mind doesn’t know where to focus.
Ryker
She’s so close to her breaking point. I just need to push her over the edge. I know she struggles with the idea of disappointing me and I’m ready to show her just how not disappointed I’ll be when she gives in.
Her chest heaves as she tries so hard to hold everything back. I move to stand right in front of her, continuing to stroke myself.
Leaning down, I whisper, “Fucking prove it to me, Arabella. Now.”
I see the moment she realizes what I’m waiting for and a second later she’s breaking more than one rule I set for her tonight.