Chapter 19 ELLA
Rolling waves of terror crashing through her limbs, causing her to hyperventalie.
She willed her body to move but it’s like something had taken over her limbs, and she couldn’t get off the floor.
The grip of an unfamiliar arm grabbing her from behind felt like it was embedded in her skin and she couldn’t shake it off.
The memory made her stomach lurch.
She tried to kick, to get away but her captor was stronger and before she could get away, she was thrown into a vehicle.
Something sharp pierced her skin.
Did she cry out?
No audible scream left her lips but the echo of a vibration.
And then the vehicle stopped.
Rough, cold hands lifted her out; she thought there were stairs and then she was tossed on something soft, a lumpy bed.
“How come he got everything? Stupid motherfucker is going to realize that he can’t have it all after all,” the voice rasped.
Her injured shoulder burned, scorching her skin.
It felt like the bone had broken out of her skin, slicing out of her.
Zee.
A cold hand on her arm wrenched her back.
“Shush, you must be quiet. Here, this will make you better.”
Her bottom lip was tugged down, something slipped into her mouth.
Saliva immediately foamed, throwing her into a coughing fit.
Her throat constricted, she felt like she couldn't breath.
“No, you’re fine!” Arms grabbed her, pulling her up, twisting her shoulders so hard she screamed in pain.
But the panic subsided.
Her fear dulled, and she giggled.
“Yep, there. That’s going to settle you down and shut you up.”
Her limbs felt like she’d just walked out of a sauna.
She couldn’t stop giggling and like her body had a mind of its own, she rolled to the side, opening her legs wide, even as she balled her fists up and her heart pounded.
“That’s later.”
The dangerous timbre of the tone made her shiver.
But another giggle slipped out before she could stop it.
She tried to cover her mouth, but her hands wouldn’t move.
They felt heavy, distant, like they didn’t belong to her but she couldn’t stop giggling.
So unladylike.
But neither are the things that her Master does to her… Ella giggled as her thoughts turned syrupy, pleasure spiking through her blood, a sweet memory rolled through her mind like a movie.
“This Club? Ella! Look at it, it’s magnificent!””
Are you sure people are going to come to a sex club owned by an old man?“ She gave him a cheeky grin.
“I’ll show you how old I am, slave of mine. Just wait till I try out every single piece of equipment in one night the weekend before.” Zee slung his arm around her waist and his breath was hot on her ear, making her squirm in his grip.
“Master!”
His eyes gleamed, and she knew he was serious.
“It’s gorgeous,” Ella breathed.
“You’re gorgeous.”
Zee lightly danced his fingers down her back, over her raised skin— a sore spot where his bullwhip had caught her thigh and still ached.
Zee had carefully applied ointment, but she insisted she was fine to keep going.
He had said he wanted her to test every piece of equipment in Club Bandit and, as always, he was true to his word.
The only thing they hadn’t done from their original plan was the viewing room on the third floor but she knew they’d add that down the road.
“Now before we open, it’s time for this. I can’t wait.”
That last piece of equipment sent a chill up her back.
“You can do it, dear heart.”
“No, it’s too much, Master.”
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, turned her head so she clearly saw the intense expression on his face.
“It’s not up to you, is it?”
She wanted to scream because no matter how much he wanted her to do this, no matter how interesting it would be to watch someone else get on that thing, she knew for certain this was going to hurt.
Not in the fun way.
This wasn’t what she’d consider “fun” or something on her try list.
He dropped her hair and took her chin in between his thumb and forefinger and she exhaled.
He loved her and commanded her obedience.
“No, Master, it isn’t.”
“Get on the pony, girl.”
She took a step toward the wooden piece of equipment, dread churning her stomach.
It resembled a sawhorse but with an inverted triangle on top.
This wooden pony had been exquisitely made.
The wood gleamed, the two-tone colour of the triangular pommel gave it an elegance.
But her legs had to go over that triangle, and it was going to hurt. She’d heard tales about riding the pony but never done it herself.
Until now.
She carefully put a leg over the saddle, then the other, keeping on her tiptoes.
Her mouth watered, thinking about how long she could last like this as her nipples pebbled. “Good girl.”
Zee’s breath warmed her neck. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, taking her nipples in each hand and squeezing, pinching until she cried out.
His touch made her lean forward, shifting her weight onto her pubic bone.
The pain sharpened under her, cutting through her composure.
“Fuck, it hurts!”
Zee’s fingers kneaded her nape, steady and warm, but his touch rough.
“Breathe, Ella,” he whispered. “That’s it. You’re doing this for me. You know I’ve got you.”
His thumb brushed the nape of her neck.
The touch melted through the ache, and she exhaled, shaky and slow, her world narrowing to the heat of his hand and the pulse between her legs.
“It hurts so much!”
“Breathe through it, girl. You’ve got this. You’re going to stay on for ten minutes. Show me how you ride it.”
She flexed her feet, trying to stand on her toes.
Zee tugged her hair.
“Oh, I forgot to secure your legs to the wooden horse. Let’s start with the right cuff.”
All the air whooshed out of her, and panic sent her muscles tightening.
“Ella, you’re going to breathe through this and stay on this pony for the whole ten minutes.
If not, I’m going to put you in stocks, plug your beautiful ass in front of the opening night audience, and take my whip to it.
You don’t want that, do you?” The cool bite of the leather cuff closed around her right ankle, and she choked back a sob.
“I want to please you, Master.”
“I know you do, girl.”
The other cuff followed, forcing her to straddle the wooden ridge so that the pressure spiked.
She shifted to the left, so the point of the wood was a little off-center and found a moment of relief.
Her other option was to stand on her tiptoes but with her legs spread wide, it was an awkward position she couldn’t hold.
But she followed his order and breathed and as she exhaled, her muscles loosened a fraction and searing pain turned to a throbbing warmth that made her wet.
Zee walked around her with his hands clasped behind his back, a small smirk on his lips.
“You like this, Master.”
“Hell yeah I do. I’m thinking this can live in our den, dear heart. I don’t want to see anyone else on it. You’re perfect.”
If her thighs weren’t trembling and sweat wasn’t slick under her breasts, she’d have waved off the compliment, but she heard the steel in his voice and knew he meant it.
“Lean forward for me, I want to see your tits touch wood.”
“Oh God, this hurts! Fuck!” She gasped for air as she shifted, trying hard to keep her body tilted, impossible to avoid her cunt on the centre point.
“Yeah that’s it,” Zee moved behind her and his hand pressed into her spine, titling her even further forward, a reminder that he was in control.
“I can’t! This hurts.”
“Breathe, Ella. Don’t panic. You’re doing this because I want you to. You’re obeying me. Count your exhales.”
He wiped her brow, stepped back, and she forced herself to exhale.
One shuddering breath followed by another one.
Her core clenched to her hold up with her toes pointed for purchase on the floor, but her calves burned from the stretch.
She knew she’d feel the point of the wood right in her pussy again and wanted to avoid that pain, but she couldn’t.
“Ahh! Master! Oh, it hurts,” she rasped, tilting to the other side, the point finding her seam and stabbing sharp.
A wave of dread twisted in her gut, but even through it, she could feel her body betraying her—her nipples tightening, her breath quickening.
She wanted to hate it, to fight it, but the sensation was too overwhelming, too consuming.
The line between discomfort and something else blurred, and she couldn’t tell if it was the pain or the pressure that had her trembling, desperate to submit.
“You’re doing great, Ella.”
His praise gave her strength to endure. .
She arched her back as far as she could, but that seemed to sharpen the point right under her pubic bone.
Tears sprang to her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
This was too much.
She’d do anything he asked, anything he commanded, if he’d just let her off this stupid wooden torture device.
She’d serve naked behind the bar or go onstage if that’s what he wanted.
Anything.
“You’ve got this, girl. You’re doing so well.”
This time his caress rippeled through her, easing her tension. He pressed his palm to her back, and she leaned into his warm touch.
“You’re at four minutes.”
“Only four? I can’t!”
“Yes, you can, Ella. You’re so strong. You’ve done everything I’ve ever asked of you. You are my property. you will obey.”
|He tugged her hair before walking away to the front of the pony.
He leaned toward her, offering his hand.
She grabbed it like a deseprate life line as her legs gave out and she couldn’t hold herself up on tiptoes again.
She screamed fresh pain washing through her.
A trickle of sweat slipped down her spine.
Ella flexed her calves, trying to take some weight off, but the leather cuffs kept her spread low and wide.
Every shift brought a new spike of pressure laced with searing pain.
Zee let go of her hand, placing it on the edge of the wood.
“You got this, girl. You’re pleasing me. You know you can push yourself.”
She exhaled, the pain throbbing in her calves and hips.
And she knew she was going to sit on the edge, but this time she exhaled as the point hit her cunt and cried out.
“Remember the first night we were empty nesters?”
He brushed his palm along her brow, cupping her cheeks.
“Yeah. That was mean.”
He’d tied her to a fence post in their garden and whipped her, while she was being bitten by mosquitoes.
Not that she realized she was a midnight feast until later but standing there, sweltering in the warm summer night wasn’t pleasant.
But the look on her Master’s face as she obeyed and took every lash?
She lived for that.
Afterwards he’d untied her bonds, carried her all the way back to the house and ran a bath for her.
The next morning, he covered every mosquito bite with ointment and helped her sort her beads for a custom order corset.
“Oh! Master! Ow, it hurts!” She yelped as her control slipped and her sensitive flesh hit the sharp point again.
“Fucking gorgeous” he said softly, brushing her damp hair off her face. “Yeah, look at how tight your nipples are. I bet you’re soaked. It’s my choice when to take you off and I love this suffering you are giving me.”
She gripped the edge of the frame, knuckles white.
The wood was cool under her palms, grounding her, even as she knew she couldn’t avoid that point for much longer.
She tried to ease up, but her limbs felt so heavy, so exhausted.
“You can do this, Ella. Come on, girl, ride the pony! Move.”
She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood and shifted her weight to ease off her pussy.
It skidded over the tender flesh of her labia, but she took that and then shifted back, trying to escape the pain in that miserable point because her Master ordered her to.
She sat back as far as she could, taking the pain of pressure right on her pubic bone then leaned forward to ease it, trying to hold herself up before her legs gave out again.
She slumped forward, trembling but exhaling quiet rasping breaths.
Her whole body shuddered, covered in sweat.
A haze clouded her mind, and she floated—out of this awful device, somewhere else, where all she felt was intense, ultimate pleasure.
When Zee finally freed her and gathered her in his arms, she whimpered, her body shaking with the aftershocks.
“Good girl, my dear heart. Remember, you will always obey.”
“Always, Master.”
“And I will always catch you. You’re my everything, Ella. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He carried her over to the cozy couch beside the bar area, draped a fuzzy blanket around her and held her.
There was nothing she wouldn’t do to stay in his arms forever.
Now, Ella pushed herself up from the floor, even as something in her shoulder snapped.
She had to get out of here.
He told her to take care of his property and that’s exactly what she was going to do.