Stella
It was worse waiting for him while I was bare. The cool air brushing over my skin only made the ache between my legs stronger, sharpening the restless energy running through me. He wasn’t here. What he didn’t know couldn’t cause any harm.
I pulled the covers back and climbed onto the bed before tugging them loosely over myself.
My hands rested on my stomach for a moment, rising and falling with each slow breath. Then they wandered upward. I cupped my breasts, squeezing gently before pinching my nipples between my fingers.
A soft breath slipped from my lips.
I massaged my breasts slowly, teasing the sensitive peaks before pinching again—harder this time—while my hips rolled against the mattress beneath me.
It would only take a few seconds. After all, I was the mistress of quick wanks.
I slipped one hand between my thighs, through the damp curls, until my fingers reached my pussy. I’d only need two fingers. One to press against my clit, the other to slide inside me.
My breath caught as sensation sparked through my body.
One hand rubbed my breast while the other moved between my legs, gasping softly at the combined sensations building inside me. I thought about what we did this morning—
The door flew open.
I yelped, jerking my hands away instantly.
Maddox sauntered in.
“That was quick,” I said, forcing what I hoped looked like an innocent smile.
He closed the door behind him slowly.
“What were you doing, Stella?” he asked, his words deliberate and measured.
“N-Nothing. I—well—I was a little cold,” I said, discreetly rubbing my fingers against the side of my leg beneath the covers.
He began unbuttoning his cornflower-blue shirt, each movement unhurried. The colour matched his eyes—those eyes that looked decisively evil right now. He yanked his shirt free from his trousers and finished unbuttoning it.
“Is that right?” he asked with a smirk.
“Uh-huh,” I hummed.
He tossed the shirt aside.
“So I won’t smell your pussy on any of your fingers?” he asked.
I wiped my fingers a little harder against my leg while I shook my head. When I rubbed them together, I realised I’d probably made it worse.
He would know.
Should I confess?
I felt the sweat begin to bead on my upper lip and lifted my hand to wipe it away.
Bad move.
It was game over.
I could smell myself on my fingers.
“Maddox?” I said as he walked toward the dark wooden chest at the end of the bed.
“Hmm?” he hummed without turning.
“My hand might have slipped—”
I winced when his burst of laughter cut me off.
“I was just warming up for you,” I said defensively as I pushed myself upright on the bed.
Even as the words left my mouth, I knew I was digging a deeper hole for myself. But stopping now seemed impossible.
“Sure you were,” he said, finally turning and walking toward me with a ring gag dangling from one hand and a vibrator in the other.
The sight of them made my stomach flutter.
Part of me was relieved that I wouldn’t be able to incriminate myself any further once the gag was in place, but another thought crept in just as quickly.
He definitely wasn’t about to reward me for my sass. Or for lying.
Fuck it.
It was still more fun than my mother’s bedroom rules.
I opened my mouth and swung my legs over the edge of the bed as he stopped beside me. He placed the metal ring against my lips and I stretched wider, allowing the top part to slide into place.
“Hold your hair up so I can fasten it,” he said calmly, his tone giving nothing away.
I did as he asked. Maybe cooperation would soften whatever punishment he had planned.
The strap tightened behind my head.
“I hope you used the toilet,” he murmured after securing the mouth ring. “Because you’re in for a long night.”
That didn’t sound reassuring.
He lifted my left hand, studying it closely as he held it up between us. His gaze flicked to my face before he leaned in and sniffed.
Then he took my right hand.
This time he inhaled slowly, deliberately—from the tips of my fingers down to my palm.
“Disrespectful, unable to follow instructions, and lying to me, Stella,” he said, tutting softly as he shook his head.
I would have blamed my past right then if I could have spoken, so it was probably just as well the gag prevented it.
He helped me to my feet and guided me across the room, past the various pieces of equipment I had admired earlier.
When we stopped at the kneeling stocks, I sighed quietly and climbed onto the padded base, lowering my head into the open stock. He brushed my hair aside and I placed my hands into the two semi-circles without being told.
The wood slid closed around my wrists and neck with a heavy sound.
Final.
He moved behind me and secured my ankles in place. The leather straps tightened just enough to keep me from shifting.
I relaxed against the padded stocks despite the awkward position, letting my weight settle forward.
Even when a thin string of drool slipped from the corner of my mouth.
It hung from my chin for a moment before finally dropping to the floor.
I genuinely didn’t know whether I should be praying for or against this, but as Maddox eased the vibrator inside me, I decided on for.
The stretch made my breath hitch, my body instinctively welcoming the intrusion despite the awkward position of the stocks holding me in place.
Until he spoke.
“Don’t come until I tell you, Stella,” he warned quietly before he turned the vibrator on to what felt like the lowest setting.
The soft hum filled the room.
I clenched around the silicone toy, enjoying the slow, steady vibration and the comforting feeling of being filled, regardless of how tonight ended.
The restraint forced me to stay perfectly still, the gentle buzz spreading warmth through my hips.
How hard could it be?