Chapter 12

“Yes, you are my Master. I want to be yours.”

That’s what she tried to say. The rubber bit clamped between her teeth prevented any of that from being intelligible.

Master Dowell pulled on her knee, the glider rocked forward, and the dildo tunneled up into her, the smooth lube-slick head parting her labia and entering her body in a smooth thrust. This time it went deeper and she moaned in pleasure. She needed this—to be full and fucked.

He rocked her back, the dildo retreated, and Sejal couldn’t stop herself from rocking her body weight, trying to send the glider forward once more.

Cort was too strong. His seemingly casual hold on her knee was enough to prevent the glider from moving. She looked down at him, sitting naked and powerful on the floor in front of her. Spit leaked from the corner of her mouth and she grimaced. He smiled, pulled the glider forward, and reached up with his other hand, touching the saliva on the upper curve of her breast and sliding his finger down to her throbbing nipple. She winced as he touched the aching tip of her breast. The magnetic balls were cruel and painful.

She loved them. She wanted him to grab them and pinch them tighter.

The dildo retreated, leaving her empty and aching. She whimpered, hoping the sad little noise would entice him to play with her more.

The diabolical man kept up the same maddeningly slow rhythm, pulling her forward, holding her there for just a moment, and then pushing her back. She’d thought this might feel like normal sex—after all, the dildo was thrusting in and out the way a cock would, but it didn’t. The odd sensation of gliding forward and back, the way the dildo entered and left her body without touching any other part of her pussy, and the pause when the dildo was deep inside her and when it retreated were all strange and new. That strangeness kept her from losing herself into either a submissive headspace, or from becoming so aroused she was out of control.

This is good, but I won’t come from it.

Almost as if he could hear her thoughts, Master Dowell picked up the pace, pushing her forward and back with increasing speed.

She looked down, between her spread legs. She watched the black dildo disappear inside her and realized that was what he was watching too. The hand not on her knee was wrapped around his cock, stroking and pulling as he watched her getting fucked.

“I want you to come,” he growled. “From just this.”

Sejal shook her head. She didn’t think she could. She needed something more.

He glanced up, paused, and then smiled. “I have an idea.”

She made her eyes as wide as she could and he chuckled. He released her knee, then reached between her thighs and pressed on her clit. He didn’t just stroke it, but actually planted his thumb on it and pushed, making the glider slide back, the dildo retreating.

He grabbed her thigh, pulled her forward, and then once more thumbed her clit, using the pressure against the sensitive bud to push the glider back.

It was another odd sensation, different than anything she’d felt before.

Better, but I still won’t be able to come from—

The first pulse of pleasure shocked her, cutting through her thoughts. It was like the first time she’d slid her hand down between her legs, tentatively touching herself, guided by nothing more than instinct and then being taken by surprise when her body tightened and that first orgasm awakened her to a world of possibilities.

She closed her eyes, focusing on what he was doing to her. Her wrists and ankles were bound. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t stop him from playing with her. He was fucking her with a machine, toying with her clit, leaving her nipples aching from the painful balls. The gag in the mouth made her jaw ache, spit sliding from her bottom lip to drip onto her chest. The dildo thrust up into her, and then retreated, as he pressed hard on her clit.

She either had the pressure of the dildo inside her or his thumb on her clit. Instead of a slow, gradual build up to orgasm, the pleasure mounted in short bursts.

Her shoulders were starting to hurt, her nipples ached. Her pussy clenched around the dildo each time it entered her, and despite her aching shoulders and nipples she didn’t want this to ever end.

Cort made a growling noise, then grabbed both knees, jerked the glider all the way forward, until the dildo was buried deep inside her, and then buried his face between her legs. His tongue found her clit, lapping at it with short, hard flicks, and she came.

Sejal moaned into the gag, her head thrown back.

Cort pushed her back, the dildo sliding from her, then jerked her forward again, fucking her with the machine and once more licking her clit.

He kept going like that—fucking her hard and fast on the glider, holding her in place to lick her clit every few strokes—until she was practically hyperventilating with pleasure, until she was worried she was going to lose her balance and fall off the glider. Just as she was about to start clicking, he surged to his feet.

He grabbed the gag, jerking it from her mouth and letting it drop around her neck. He took her face between his palms.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he growled.

She waited for him to thrust in, and when he didn’t, she realized he was giving her a chance to say no, to use her safe word.

Sejal leaned into his hands, opening her aching jaw even wider. Cort braced his feet, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pulled her onto his cock. Sejal gasped and almost choked as the glider slid forward, the dildo sliding into her. She’d thought they were done with the glider, thought that all this would be was a blowjob.

Instead he fucked her mouth, his hard, hot cock thrusting into her mouth, tapping the back of her throat. He pushed and pulled her mouth onto his cock, at the same time fucking her with the glider. She’d never had double penetration like this—simultaneously having a cock thrust into her mouth and pussy, even if the cock tunneling up into her sex was plastic.

Her clit, sensitive from the orgasm, throbbed in time with the rhythm of the fucking. Her nipples throbbed, the aching burn having turned to warm pleasure. His cock thrust deeper, his hand at the back of her head not letting her pull away as he pressed into her throat. Her eyes watered and she was drooling again.

She was a sweaty, spitting, aching mess, a cock halfway down her throat, dildo buried in her pussy, and nipples aching. This was raw and visceral, not controlled and elegant the way she was used to playing. She felt dirty and used.

She also felt treasured, and more alive than she had in a long time.

When Cort started to grunt, his thrusts losing their rhythm in favor of hard, uneven jerks, she knew he was going to come. She wanted him to come in her mouth—something she normally didn’t enjoy. She wanted to taste him even more than she could now, with his cock sliding over her tongue.

When he tried to pull back, she shook her head as much as she could, leaning forward trying to keep him in her mouth. He paused, and then yanked her forward, the dildo thrusting deep, at the same time as he came in her mouth. She sucked and swallowed, not caring that some leaked out of the corner of her mouth, his come dripping down onto her nipples. He held her head down on his cock, not letting her pull back—not that she wanted to.

She wished she could see him, see the look on his face that went with the sexy sound of his labored breathing.

When he finally released her, pushing her back so the dildo slid out of her, Sejal stayed hunched over, too tired to sit up straight, even though the posture added tension to her shoulders. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she’d come again, maybe even a third time during the double penetration fucking.

Cort released her arms first, then her ankles. He tenderly helped her put her feet on the floor, and kneaded her shoulders and upper arms to help her circulation. He slid the glider all the way back and locked it in place.

“Come on, baby,” he murmured, reaching down to lift her off the glider. She was stiff, but could have done it herself. She should have, but she liked having him do it. Liked being held in his arms.

Cort laid her down on the mats, rolling her onto her back. He cupped her left breast, gently thumbing the nipple. She’d forgotten about the balls and moaned in anticipation of the pain.

“Legs spread.” He spoke softly, but it was clearly a command.

She bent her knees, spread her legs.

He took her hand, pressing it against her own pussy. “Play with your clit. Just your clit.”

Her fingers went to work, responding to his command before she’d consciously made a decision to do so. She jumped a little at the first few passes of her fingers over the sensitive bud, but then settled into a rhythm. He reached for her nipple, took hold of both balls, and yanked them off.

Sejal screamed, pain like fire spreading from her nipple. She kept playing with her clit, her fingers trembling.

“Next one,” he warned her. She whimpered just before he removed it, the soft sound rising into a cry of pain.

She came—the pain mutating to pleasure, her body no longer able to tell the difference between the sensations. She squeezed her eyes closed, tears sliding into the hair at her temples.

“Hands off your clit,” he demanded in a growl.

She slid her hand away and tried to close her legs. She was exhausted and spent. She wanted to curl up and float on a post-orgasm, post-scene high.

He didn’t let her. He forced her to stay there, open and spread before him.

“Look at me.”

When she did, he gently pinched one nipple. A soft pleading sound escaped her, even as she bared her teeth at him. He thought she couldn’t take it, but she could.

“Spread your legs wider,” he demanded.

She didn’t know why he was being so harsh, so rough with her. She liked it, and yet it made her feel like she didn’t know him.

You don’t know him. You just met him.

She spread her legs, then took it a step further, reaching down with both hands, pinched her pussy lips and spread them too.

He released the first nipple and started toying with the other, wringing another cry from her throat.

“There are two items on our checklist we didn’t talk about.”

She met his gaze.

“I didn’t think I should mention them. Didn’t want to hurt you or push you by doing them.”

“I want them,” she said.

“You don’t even know what they are,” he counted.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll let you do anything to me.”

His eyes closed and he twisted her nipple. She screamed. He released her.

“That’s a dangerous thing to say.”

“I trust—” She had to stop and swallow; her mouth was dry. “I trust you.”

“Genital sex. One of them is genital sex. Do you want me to fuck your pussy?”

“That was an option? Why didn’t you say that in the beginning?”

Her outrage made him smile. “I didn’t want you to feel obligated.”

“You don’t have to fuck me, if you would rather not.” Her insecurities made themselves known.

He took one of her hands, guiding it to his semi-hard cock. “If I hadn’t just fucked your mouth I would slid into you right now.”

She stroked him gently, trying to coax his cock to harden so he could do exactly that—fuck her.

“There’s still one more,” he said.

“Whatever it is, I want to do it.”

He examined her, his gaze taking in every inch of her naked skin, starting at her toes and working his way up to her face. He raised his eyebrows. “You’re sure?”

“I trust you.”

“Then tonight you’ll be the center of a gang bang.”