Chapter 9
Nine
Cool air hit her warm, naked body as Andrei released the edges of the soft blanket and she shivered, instinctively tucking into him. This time, Andrei didn’t let her cuddle against him. Leaning forward, he forced her to lean back against his arm as his head bent, his lips fastening on her nipple. She sucked in a breath as he sucked hard on first one, then the other. When his mouth lifted, the air against her wet nipples made her shiver once more, the areola ruching tight around the hard, pink tip.
Andrei shifted her off his lap and stood.
Not sure what to do, Sofie got to her knees, legs slightly spread, and watched him. Replaying his words, nerves twisted her gut, because she didn’t really know what he’d been implying when he said, “If you need to ride, then you’ll ride.”
If he expected her to know what to do if he just lay on a bed, cock out, they would both be disappointed.
She half expected him to make a bed magically appear, so frowned when he brought over what looked like a modified, heavy-duty sawhorse. She had a few collapsable sawhorses in her studio she used to set up large work tables when needed, but this one was both taller, wider, and sturdier.
The wide top piece was covered in a matte fabric, though not padded like the trunk. The rungs on the sides were mounted horizontally, like little platforms rather than in line with the black wood legs. It wasn’t a spanking bench she didn’t think, because didn’t those have two different platforms—one for legs, one for chest? And usually the leg parts stuck off the back.
Her confusion deepened when he brought over a heavy black case. Setting it down, he undid latches on all four sides, then lifted the top half off. The first thing he removed was a long extension cord. After that, a heavy black item that looked like half of a cylinder, the side profile a half circle.
He set the half cylinder on the top of the sawhorse, which was just barely wide enough to accommodate it. He spent some time fiddling with the underside, presumably attaching the half circle item to the sawhorse. Once he was satisfied, he plugged the extension cord into what must have been a piece of machinery, then unwound the cord as he walked it to the wall and plugged it in.
Sofie leaned forward, trying to see more details as she wracked her memory for something that looked like this.
The final piece of preparation was for Andrei to adjust the height of the side rungs, raising them up until they were just below the top piece.
“Come here, Angel.” The command wasn’t hard, but it was resolute. There was no question that she would obey.
Submission swept down her body, an almost physical sensation. She closed her eyes swaying for a moment as she let herself feel it. Sink into it.
Sofie shifted so she was sitting on the edge of the trunk, toes braced on the cold floor. “Do you want me to crawl, Sir?”
“Yes.”
Obediently she slid to her hands and knees, crawling across the floor to him. She stopped with her fingertips only centimeters from his shoe and rubbed her cheek against his leg. His hand tangled in her hair, massaging her scalp before making a fist. Her scalp prickled and she exhaled slowly.
“Up.”
This time, she rose smoothly, moving with his hand as he tugged her up.
“Up,” he said again.
Sofie stared at the curved machine mounted to the top. Slowly, she raised her knee, bracing it on the platform piece and then hiking herself up, so both knees rested there. He placed them a little too high because as she bent to face down over the curve, she almost tipped over the other side.
“What are you…” Andrei’s hands caught her waist, tugging her up.
“Trying for another spanking?”
“No, Sir.” She hid her wince of embarrassment that she’d guessed wrong.
“Oh, you don’t know what this is?” He patted the machine.
Slowly, she shook her head, since there was a very poor likelihood that she'd get away with lying.
“I’ll be the first Dom to strap you to a Sybian?”
The name rang a bell, like she’d read about it in one of the erotic stories she liked, but she didn’t remember what it did.
“Sofie,” he barked, and she realized she hadn't answered him.
“Yes, Sir. You'll be the first."
“Good. Straddle it.”
He liked that he was the first to do something to her. Maybe that meant…
Sofie lost her train of thought as Andrei helped to guide her into position so she was kneeling astride the Sybian, legs spread wide. With the kneeling platforms raised almost to the height of the top of the sawhorse, there were several centimeters of space between her sex and the Sybian.
Andrei reached beneath her and casually spread her pussy lips with one hand. He gave her clit a quick stroke, and she tipped her face to the ceiling and moaned in pleasure.
“Sit down on it. Good. Now up.”
She obeyed, watching curiously as he went to the case, though his body blocked her view. He came back with a long rectangular silicone piece. A hump ran down the center of it. There was a patch of small rounded studs, and a slight rise just behind that point.
“Lean back.”
She reached behind herself, bracing her hands behind her ass as Andrei bent to attach the panel to the top of the Sybian, his hands brushing her pussy as he worked it into place.
“Sit forward.”
When she did, the bumpy bit pressed against her clit, while that slight rise was now nestled against her entrance. Not enough to penetrate but enough to make her desperately aware of how much she wanted to be penetrated.
She rocked her hips, working herself against the new piece…
Until he gently slapped her breast and gave her a stern look.
“You don’t have permission to play yet.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
He slowly walked around her. “I want to see what you look like when you’re coming endlessly, but still frustrated because your pussy is empty. I want to watch yourself grinding down trying to get the penetration. Once you’ve come enough...” He stopped at her side, looking up at her as he casually stroked and tugged her pussy lips. “And begged enough…then maybe I’ll switch to the dildo piece.”
He pointed to the box and from this height, she could see down into the case. Several other rectangular silicon skins rested inside. One had a curved dildo set on an angle, another had an oval bulk atop of short stock—probably a plug, and the last had two dildos for double penetration.
Now she understood what he meant by ride. She was going to ride this machine first without penetration, and then with it. She swallowed the urge to protest. To tell him that she wanted him inside her. His cock, his fingers. As long as it was him, and not some unfeeling toy.
Then he turned the machine on, and all protests and worries were forgotten. The Sybian vibrated far stronger than anything in her toy box. The nubs pressing against her still-sensitive clit were almost painful.
With a gasp, she sat up, putting space between herself and the machine. She just needed a moment.
A sharp sting to her breast had her opening eyes she closed only moments ago.
Andrei watched her with hard glittering eyes, a riding crop in one hand. She looked down at the faint pink spot on her breast where he’d struck her.
“You can wiggle and lean forward and back all you want, but you stay on. Your pussy stays in contact with the toy at all times. Next time you disobey and try and escape the scene, I’ll strike your nipple.”
Sofie whimpered low in her throat, though her pussy clenched at the idea. She wanted that. Wanted him to hurt her nipples.
“No, Angel. I won’t be gentle, it will hurt and pull you out of the orgasm unless you’re a very committed masochist.”
She nodded more in acknowledgment than agreement.
He studied her for a moment. "Arms up. Hands behind your head.”
She obeyed, only to curl forward with a cry when the crop landed hard on her left nipple. She had to dig her fingers into her own hair, pulling hard, to stop herself from reaching down to cover her now-throbbing nipple.
“Sit up," he said gently. “So I can punish your other nipple.”
With a whimper, she straightened. “I didn’t try and get away. I’m still on it.”
“I know, but I could see that the thought of having your nipples cropped wasn't a deterrent. I want to make sure you understand that when I intend to punish you, I will use more pain than is comfortable. True pain, not pleasure pain.”
Their gaze locked, held, and then she lowered hers. “I understand, Sir.”
“Good. Take a breath.”
She inhaled, held it, only to release the air as a scream when he cropped her right nipple even harder than he had the left.
This time, she didn't fold forward, instead keeping her position, her elbows up and spread wide, her breast entirely vulnerable. Fine trembles ran up and down her arms and legs, and her panting exhales contained soft pained noises.
“Well done,” he murmured, the praise helping dull some of the stinging pain. “Now you're going to be my good girl, aren't you?”
“Yes, Sir.” She swallowed and looked at him. “You’re not disappointed, are you?”
“Never,” he said fervently. “You’re beautiful. Perfect. Even if you lift that pretty pussy up again and again, until your nipples are red and raw from punishments earned, I won’t be disappointed.”
She relaxed at that, sinking down even harder onto the Sybian.
Andrei slid one hand into his pocket, and the machine turned on.
This time, she gritted her teeth, bracing herself for that first shock of pleasure. The nubs against her clit were perfectly spaced, one on either side. She wiggled until a third nudged the underside of her clit.
The sensation was so strong—a bone-deep rumble—she actually thought she wouldn’t be able to come from it, though this was pleasurable in and of itself.
Only a few minutes in, her body proved her wrong. The orgasm slammed through her, hard and sudden. There was no slow buildup, just a constant pleasure that turn into a muscle-clenching pleasure.
Sofie nearly tumbled off as the orgasm quaked through her. Andrei lunged to grab her just as she managed to reach down and grab the top piece of the horse. Now, she was leaning forward, which only pressed her clit harder against the vibrating panel. She felt the vibration not just on her skin, not just on the glans of her clit but all through her lower body. The deep parts of the clit, her vagina, her muscles low in her body—they were all rumbling with the vibration.
Mad, nonsensical words tumbled out of her mouth. Pleas and curses in a mix of languages, as a second orgasm came on the heels of the first.
“Andrei, help,” she finally managed between pants.
He was there, helping her to sit up, though once she was upright, his hands gripped her hips, holding her down.
She whimpered, tipping her pelvis to give her clit a break.
“My good girl,” he murmured, eyes fixed on her pussy. “My beautiful angel.” His hand went into his pocket and the vibration eased just enough that after a few moments she perversely wanted more.
“I want to restrain you,” he said half to himself as she started to rock herself forward and back.
“Oh, yes please.” She didn’t know what to do with her hands, and the idea of having something to pull against was a relief.
A moment later, padded straps were buckled around her wrists, short chains leading to matching cuffs on her ankles so each hand was held down close to her foot.
It was the restraints going on, the relief of not having to think about what to do with her arms, that pushed her into the third orgasm.
“Open,” he said when she bowed her head at the end of that one.
It took her a moment to lift her face to see what he meant, her hair sliding against her cheek.
He held a bit-style gag in one hand.
“You’re clenching your teeth.”
Sofie didn’t even think. She opened her mouth, and he placed the rubbery stick between her teeth, buckling it in place behind her head.
“You can still make noise. Still make yourself understood. Tell me your safe word.”
“Rembrandt,” she mumbled awkwardly.
“Good.” Then that devilish glint was back in his eye…and he turned up the vibrations.
Her clit felt huge and raw, but needy, her sex so terribly empty. She would beg as he’d told her to. Beg him to fill her, and no longer care if it was a dildo or his flesh. She was a being of need and physical sensation, totally and willingly at another’s mercy.
Sofie closed her eyes and let go. No worry. No fear. She was safe in his care. Trusted him completely.
The gag, the restraints…she sank deep into that place she’d found when he spanked her, except now it was more than a disconnected place of peace. Now the space she sank into was awash in pleasure and sensation. Not just peacefully floating but floating in blissful, pleasure-filled surrender.
She was constantly moving now, rocking her hips against the machine in a way she was fairly certain meant that if there had been a dildo, it would be sliding in and out of her. She wanted that desperately.
There was a low-level buzzing in her ears that meant she didn’t hear anything. Didn’t realize there was a problem until Andrei took a step back, brows raised in surprise and concern.
Sofie was facing the glass walls, looking out at the river, her back to the door. If she’d been thinking straight and not consumed by the deep, constant pleasure, she would have turned to look over her shoulder and see what had caused Andrei to react that like.
But she was too deep in being his obedient, needy sub.
She didn’t see what had caused him to fall back in surprise until Colette was far enough into the room to move past her.
Her friend was wearing a short robe, her hair rumpled, her expression murderous. Colette shot Sofie a glance, her expression shifting from rage to guilt and then back again as she looked at Andrei.
Oh.
Oh no.
“You bastard!” Colette raised her hand, clearly to slap Andrei. Landon appeared, confusion marking his expression as he lunged for Colette.
“What the fuck?” Andrei caught Colette’s wrist as she swung, stopping her hand centimeters from his cheek.
Sofie yanked at her wrists, desperately needing to get the gag out so she could stop Colette. But she couldn’t. Her hands were bound, the gag mangling her pleas…
And her traitorous body chose that moment to launch into another orgasm.
She watched though half-lidded eyes, whimpering in pleasure, as her friend yanked her wrist out of Andrei’s hold.
“How dare you,” Colette raged as Landon gripped her waist, pulling her away from Andrei.
Distance might prevent her from hitting Andrei, but it wouldn’t stop her words.
“What the fuck is this?” Andrei snarled. “Landon, control your woman.”
“Andrei…” Landon’s voice rumbled in warning.
Sofie was looking at Colette, willing her to stop. To not say anything that would reveal the lies Sofie had told to get where she currently was.
Which was panting through the downhill side of a bone-rattling orgasm, her entire body thrumming in time with her heartbeat.
“I knew you were an asshole, but not this much of an asshole,” Colette snarled at Andrei. “I can’t believe you’d scene with her!”
“Why the fuck wouldn’t I?” Andrei snapped back, but there was a wariness to the set of his jaw.
Don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it, Sofie willed her friend.
But there was no stopping Colette. She stabbed one finger toward Sofie, as she said, “She’s a virgin!”