Chapter 11

She was wearing the garters, stockings, fuck-me shoes, and nothing more. When she opened the playroom door, which he’d left slightly ajar, she was silhouetted by sunlight. Each decadent curve was highlighted in gold. She looked radiant and powerful, the queen he’d likened her to yesterday, strength reined, ready to fight him for control once more.

Sejal stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. Even with all the lights on, it was dim in comparison to outside, almost as if they’d entered a twilight world, where time didn’t matter.

He’d done as he’d promised, and pulled off his shirt. Her gaze went to his chest, and Cort crossed his arms, ego well stroked when he saw the way she inhaled slowly while her gaze lingered on his pecs. She was definitely an arm and chest sort of woman. He didn’t skip leg day, but he was more confident in his upper body physique. In this way, this single way, they were compatible.

Certainly nothing else about them matched.

And he needed to keep reminding himself of that. It was the only way to temper this feeling of rightness he got when he was near her. They weren’t right for one another.

Her gaze slid from him to the padded wooden glider placed in a position of honor in the middle of the floor. He’d shoved the spanking bench and one of the cages out of the way, then laid down mats before carrying in the glider. He’d taken his time examining it, reading the instruction manual, googling this particular model, and finally collecting everything he’d need and securing it all in a small wooden trunk. He’d considered laying everything out on the tray so she could look and see what he planned to do, but then decided it would be more fun to surprise her.

For once he was sure he was prepared, really prepared, for a scene. He wanted it to be perfect for her. He wanted her to feel special and treasured the way someone like her should feel.

“That’s…that’s the glider?”

Cort walked over to her. She surprised him by meeting him halfway and leaning into his chest while still examining the glider, as if he’d protect her from it. For one wild moment the white knight inside him wanted to do just that. Then the sexual defiant within told the white knight to go be a sad virgin elsewhere. He was sticking to the plan, and the plan was to strap her to it, gag her, and then fuck her with it until she was screaming from a series of unending orgasms.

Cort slid his hand under her hair, around her neck. “Yes, it is. And I intend to use you quite roughly today.”

She shivered, but when she spoke, her voice was hot with desire. “Yes, Master.”

Master. She’d called him Master. Not Master Cortland. Not Sir. Master.

It felt right.

Silence stretched, heavy and full of the implications of what she’d just called him. He waited to see if she would correct herself, but she didn’t.

“Good,” he said, and she relaxed against him.

Had she thought he was telling her not to call him Master? Correct her? Punish her?

No. He wanted to be her Master, as stupid and impossible as that was.

Keeping his hand on her neck, he guided her over to the contraption.

“How does it work?” She looked dubiously at it.

It wasn’t particularly large—about the size of a large moving box laid on its side. The top was two padded ovals with space in between them. A dildo protruded from the space between the pads, and there was a short handle sticking up at an angle from the front side.

Keeping one hand on her neck he reached down, put his hand on one of the padded seat pieces, and rocked it forward and back. As he did, the dildo thrust up.

Sejal made an odd little sound.

“Freaked out or excited?” he asked.

“I’m not wholly sure. It seems…dangerous.”

“Dangerous how?”

“Well, it would theoretically be possible to injure yourself using this. For example, if you hit the pelvic bone with the dildo support rod—”

He turned her to face him. “I wouldn’t use this with you if it was going to hurt you.” He realized what he’d said and smiled. “Hurt in a bad, not fun way, I mean.”

Sejal looked up at him, one brow raised.

“The dildo is soft plastic and a Vac-U-Lock. There’s no support rod.”

Her expression softened, her gaze lowered. “Yes, Master. I’m sorry. I do trust you.”

Cort’s cock twitched in his jeans. “Spread your legs.”

She stepped wide, and he reached for her pussy. Her labia were dry, but he opened her up, finding a pool of moisture at the entrance to her vagina. He pressed two fingers up into her. She made a delicious little sound, arching her back so her breasts were thrust towards him.

He had plans for those sweet nipples.

Sliding his now lubricated fingers up her pussy to her clit, he played with her, rubbing and stroking until her hips started to rock forward in a gentle rhythm that left no doubt as to how aroused she was.

Cort pulled his hand away and stepped back, turning to the glider. He’d left a tube of lube on the floor—damn he really was prepared this morning—and added a dollop to the tip of the black dildo, which had a stylized head like the head of a cock but was otherwise smooth.

He made sure the glider was in the back position, which retracted the dildo until only a few inches of the head protruded above the level of the pads, and locked it in place.

He turned to Sejal, who’d been watching him. “Shoes off.”

She stepped out of her heels, then picked them up and set them off to the side. She must have put on lotion or something, because her skin seemed to glow, her breasts begging for his attention.

He wanted his hands on her, now.

Cort picked her up, hands around her waist. She grabbed his shoulders, and wrapped her legs around his waist. That was perfect for what he wanted. Cort carried her over to the glider and set her down on the padded section. She released her legs and he helped position them—thighs on the pads, ass and pussy easily accessible. Her calves were along the outside of the glider, toes braced on the floor.

She was still holding onto his shoulders, and as he straightened her hands trailed down his chest. She sighed. “I didn’t realize I was quite so shallow.”

“If it makes you feel better, I intend to fondle you too.” He grabbed her wrists, raised her hands, and kissed her palms.

“I look forward to that.”

He let her rest her hands on her thighs as he took a knee and opened the lid of the box to pull out what he’d need next. Sejal strained to see what he was pulling out.

“What is that, Sir?”

She called him “Sir” but it didn’t feel like she was backtracking, rather that she used it to indicate that this was a casual conversation. Well, as casual a conversation as they could have while she sat on a glider prepared to be machine fucked.

“A chest harness.” He shook out the straps. “Arms out to your sides.”

She stuck her arms out, and he started buckling the harness in place. When he was done, the straps of the harness passed around her ribs below her breasts, between them, and then up over her shoulders. The straps met in large rings on her chest and between her shoulder blades.

The next thing he pulled out were the suspension cuffs. She offered him her wrists without prompting. He fastened the cuffs, then positioned her arms behind her back, elbows bent. The leads coming off the cuffs were attached to the ring on the back of the harness. When he let go, her arms were behind her back, but not pulled so tightly that it would put strain on her shoulders. He intended to keep her on the glider for a long time, so he’d have to change up the bondage, but for now this did what he wanted it to—she was bound, and the harness meant that the pressure and weight of her arms was distributed across her chest and shoulders, rather than pulling on her neck the way it would have if he’d attached them to a collar.

Next he added padded restraints to her ankles, and then clipped them to small hooks on the vertical supports for the padded top. Her knees were now bent, toes six inches above the floor. The glider may have been meant to be used solo, but he was going to be in control. He would rock her forward and back. He would control when and how hard, how deep, the dildo fucked her sweet pussy. She had no control.

That thought made his cock throb painfully against the zipper of his jeans, and he wished he’d worn his lace up leathers again.

He wanted to start, wanting to watch that dildo disappearing into her while he fantasized about fucking her, but there were two things he wanted to add to her bondage.

He scooped up a small bag containing magnetic nipple balls and a bit-style gag.

He laid the gag on one thigh. She stared at it, inhaled slowly, and then looked at him. “Another gag, Master?”

He didn’t bother to hide the fierce grin being called master brought to his face. “Another gag. I’ll give you a clicker. Same rules as yesterday.”

“Yes, Master.”

“But first, I want to play with those sweet nipples. Have you ever had magnetic nipple balls used on you?”

“No, Master.” The words were breathy.

“These can be intense.” He spilled the four balls onto his palm. Immediately the two sets snapped together, the clink of metal loud in the quiet room. “Use your clicker if you need.”

He laid one set down on the floor, then pried apart the other. He positioned the first ball on the side of her right nipple. “Ready?”

“It will hurt.”

He met her gaze. “It will.”

She shivered, her lashes lowered. “Yes, Master. I’m ready.”

He placed the second ball on the opposite side of her nipple. He felt it the moment the magnets were close enough to catch, the ball jerking from between his fingers, digging into her nipple. There was the briefest pause, and then she cried out in pain, the sound delicious and submissive.

The cry faded to a whimper, and Cort leaned forward, taking her nipple into his mouth. He licked the captured nub, careful not to suck, which might dislodge one of the magnets.

Her whimpers became pants, and he reached down for the second set of magnetic balls. This time she screamed when he placed them, whipping her head side to side, her hair lashing her face and falling over her breasts. He licked her nipple and pushed her hair back, wanting an unobstructed view.

“Talk to me,” he ordered. “What are you feeling?”

“It hurts. My nipples hurt. I need it.” Sejal rocked her hips, but the glider was locked in place. “I need more. Hurt me more. Fuck me. Please, Master. Please.”

Cort jumped to his feet and shucked his jeans. He was naked beneath, and at the sight of his cock, Sejal leaned forward, lips parting in invitation, in desire to have him in her mouth. He grabbed the gag and shoved the rubber bit between her teeth. Her eyes widened and she spat it out.

“No, I want to suck your cock.”

He caught her chin, forced her to look at him. “You will do what I say, won’t you.”

She bared her teeth, the war between her intense physical desire and her submissive side clear on her face.

He didn’t back down. “Open your mouth so I can gag you.”

She licked her lips, biting the lower one. Her eyes drifted to his cock.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded in a harsh voice.

Sejal shuddered, and then parted her lips and teeth. He placed the rubber bit between her teeth and quickly buckled it in place behind her head, the strap holding her hair in place too.

He took a step back, looking over his handiwork. She was bound and helpless, gagged with her nipples’ aching little points compressed cruelly between the magnetic balls.

Cort grabbed his cock, stroking it a few times to relieve some of the pressure. She mumbled into the gag, leaning forward a little.

“Oh no, not yet,” he said. “First you need a good fucking.”

The last thing he did was to grab the clicker and place it into her hand, making sure her thumb was on the plate. Then he took a seat on the floor at the front of the glider. The stationary handle was in his way, so he quickly undid the bolt holding it in place and removed it. Now he had an unobstructed view of her pussy, and the dildo. She was sitting about an inch too far back, so he grabbed her knees and tugged her forward, until the tip of the dildo touched the inner lips of her sex.

Cort reached around, undoing the lock that kept the glider from moving. Gripping one knee he pulled, rocking her forward. The motion transferred to the arm that lifted the dildo, and the tip of the dildo disappeared into Sejal’s pussy.

He pushed her back and the dildo slid out, glistening with a mixture of lube and her body’s own lubrication. Sejal moaned, her eyes closed, and she rocked her body weight, trying to move the glider forward once more. His hand on her knee stopped that. He waited until she looked at him.

“I’m in control,” he growled. “I’m your Master.”