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He’d noticed a small stool in a corner of the playroom when they’d first arrived. It was the kind of adjustable stool used in doctor’s offices, with wheels and a lever to raise or lower the seat. Retrieving the stool, he set it at the head of the stockade, facing Ellen. Straddling it, he gripped a handful of her thick hair, using it to lift her head. With his free hand, he pulled his erect shaft through the fly and fisted it.
He rolled the stool closer until the head of his cock grazed her parted lips. “I’m going to fuck your face while that huge cock fucks you from behind,” he murmured. He moved the head of his cock over her lips, coating them with the droplet of pre-come that had gathered at the tip. “Would you like that, slave?”
“I, um…” Again, the rapid blinking. “If it pleases you, Sir.”
He tightened his grip in her hair until she winced. “That wasn’t what I asked you. I asked if you would like me to fuck your face while you get fucked from behind by that great big rubber cock.”
She sucked in a breath, her eyes going wide. “Yes, Sir.”
Damon frowned. She’d said what he wanted to hear, but it had lacked conviction. No matter. She didn’t have to like it. She just had to submit. Wasn’t that her reason for being—total submission? She could take her pleasure in that.
Letting go of her hair, he tucked his erection back into his pants and got to his feet. Moving around behind her, he crouched by the fuck machine and shifted it forward until the phallus was poised at her cunt.
She gasped and jerked against her restraints as the lubed head of the fat dildo touched her spread cunt.
“Relax,” he soothed. “Breathe.”
She managed to draw in a shuddery breath and release it.
“Again,” he directed, leaning forward to place his hand on her lower back. “Let all the tension go. Submit to your Master. Take what I give you.”
She did a little better the second time and even better the third.
“Good,” he said. “Just keep breathing and you’ll be fine. I’m going to start nice and slow to give you a chance to adjust to the girth of this thing. Then I’ll increase the speed so you get a good, thorough fucking. You can come, but not before I do. Got that?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, a quaver in her voice.
Without turning on the motor, he eased the phallus forward, nudging it against her opening. She drew in a sharp, startled breath, her body clenching.
“Breathe,” he reminded her. “Relax your body. Make me proud, Ellen. I know you can do this.”
He waited until she visibly relaxed. He started again, this time penetrating her with the head of the lubricated shaft. She emitted a sexy, breathless cry that only made him harder. She looked so fucking hot with the glistening, hard black shaft being swallowed by her forcibly spread cunt. He pushed it deeper, his own cock throbbing.
“No,” she cried, startling him. “It’s too big, Sir. I can’t—”
“Of course, you can,” he interrupted, trying not to let his impatience get the better of him. She would be fine once she got over her jitters. “You do want to please me, don’t you? Isn’t that why you’re here, Ellen? To please your Master?”
“Yes, Sir. But—”
“No buts. Show me the grace I know you possess.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
Slowly, steadily, he eased the shaft forward until it filled her. “There,” he said, giving her ass a pat. “I knew you could do it. Now comes the fun part.”
He turned the machine on to its lowest speed. It whirred to life with a mechanized pumping sound. Ellen yipped, her hands clenching into fists, her toes curling. As he slowly turned up the speed, the huge phallus eased in and out of her bound body. She was trembling, hands still clenched.
“Relax your body,” he reminded her. “Uncurl your fists.”
After a moment, her fingers slowly unfurled, though the trembling continued. He turned up the speed another notch. Her moan was low and feral, punctuated by mewling cries. Once he got her used to the machine, he would turn it all the way up, not easing off until she came hard. But, for now, he would give her more time to adjust.
Getting to his feet, he slipped his hand into his fly and pulled out his aching cock. He couldn’t wait to shove it down her throat and let her milk him dry. “Remember,” he said as he came around to sit on the stool, “don’t come before I do.”
But when he saw her face, his hand fell away, his plans forgotten. He furrowed his brow as he tried to understand what he was seeing. Sweat beaded on Ellen’s forehead. Her hands were clenched into white-knuckled fists. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her mouth drawn down in a rictus of anguished fear. Were those tears pouring down her cheeks?
“Fuck,” he swore softly. Racing back to the sex machine, he quickly killed the motor. Carefully, he eased the gooey phallus from the bound girl’s cunt.
He quickly released the Velcro restraints that held her immobile. “You’re okay,” he told her, as much to reassure himself as her. She was still trembling like a leaf. “You’re okay. It’s okay, Ellen. It’s okay.”
