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It took Ellen a moment to switch gears. “I’m sorry?”
“You know what they say about falling off a horse, right? You’ve got to get right back on if you want to succeed.”
Ellen’s stomach swooped unpleasantly. He wasn’t seriously going to force her back into the stockade for a repeat performance, was he?
Something in her face must have registered her dismay because he said, “Relax, Ellen. I’m not throwing you to the wolves. We’re going to take baby steps. And I’ll be with you for each of those steps.”
Ellen rose to her feet, quelling her nerves. “Yes, Sir,” she said quietly. Whatever he had in mind, she would trust him.
She followed him back into the playroom. She watched silently as he detached the large dildo from the sex machine. Holding the thing between thumb and forefinger, he gestured with it toward one of the yoga mats.
“Kneel there and wait for me. I’m just going to wash this before we use it again.” Without waiting to see her comply, he strode from the room.
Ellen knelt as directed. She could hear the water running in the sink. Closing her eyes, she recited her internal mantra: Breathe. Relax. Accept. Whatever he had planned for her, she would handle with the grace she’d lacked while strapped into the stockade.
Master Damon returned a moment later. He brought the stool over to the edge of the mat, along with the dildo and a tube of lubricant. He straddled the stool so he was facing her. Opening the cap on the lube, he squirted some over the fat head of the dildo. He held out the sex toy to her. Trying to master her reluctance, Ellen took it.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he said. “I want you to lie back and ease that thing inside your cunt. Take as much time as you need, but don’t stop until you’ve got the whole thing inside you. We clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Ellen shifted on the mat until she was on her back. From her angle on the floor, she couldn’t see Master Damon’s face, though she could see the outline of his substantial cock, already erect beneath the thin fabric of his lounge pants.
Closing her eyes, she parted her thighs and positioned the fat head of the phallus at her sex. While she didn’t love sex toys, she was sure she could handle the assignment. The fact that she was controlling the process made it much easier.
Slowly and carefully, she eased the dildo into her tight passage. It had the feel and heft of a real penis and, in spite of her nerves, she couldn’t deny that, once she adjusted to its girth, it felt rather good. It had been a long time since she’d been properly fucked.
Once it was in as far as she could comfortably tolerate, she stilled, waiting for his next direction.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Now, I want you to fuck yourself. Again, take your time, but I want to see that thing going in and out like you really mean it. Pretend it’s a real cock. Pretend it’s me.”
She couldn’t stop the blush that rose over her skin as she immediately pictured Master Damon lowering his gorgeous, naked body over hers. She kept her eyes closed, almost certain he was regarding her with a knowing smirk.
Spreading her legs wider, she slowly pulled the dildo almost all the way out and then eased it back in. With each movement, it became easier and more pleasurable. The friction of the large phallus dragged at her clit as she slid the toy in and out of her passage.
“Faster,” he directed. “I want you to come from fucking yourself with that thing. Show me what a good, eager slut you are. Make yourself come for me.”
His words were like fire lighting her from within. Her breath came fast and shallow as she pumped the dildo in and out. She could almost feel Master Damon’s hard body on hers, his hands pinning her wrists as he fucked her hard and fast.
“Oh, god,” she gasped, the words pulled from her lips without her permission. “Oh, fuck. Yes…”
As her climax mounted, she managed to lift her head. Opening her eyes, she met Master Damon’s dark, fiery gaze. His eyes were hooded. He’d pulled down his pants just enough to fist his gorgeous cock, which he stroked as he watched her.
“Come for me, slave,” he growled.
With a cry, she pummeled herself as a hard, strong orgasm lifted her hips from the mat. She shuddered as she sank back down, her heart hammering, her breath a ragged pant in her ears.
Her fingers remained wrapped around the base of the toy, its shaft still buried inside of her. He hadn’t given her permission to remove the thing so she just lay there, legs akimbo, her cunt still pulsing around the hard phallus.
“See?” Master Damon said, a smile in his voice. “That wasn’t so hard. Baby steps, like I said. You may remove the toy and set it aside for now.”
As Ellen pulled the dildo away from her body, Master Damon continued, “Your next assignment will be a little more challenging. But first”—he rose from the stool and tugged down his pants, revealing his erect cock and the heavy balls beneath in all their masculine glory—“I need a little relief. Get on your knees and make me come, slut. Keep your hands behind your back.”
Ellen eagerly scrambled to her knees, her mouth watering in anticipation of worshiping his beautiful cock. She let all thoughts quiet as she slid her lips over his shaft. She sighed with pleasure as his fingers entwined in her hair.
It wasn’t long before he took over, holding her head still as he thrust in and out of her mouth. Within only a few minutes, he groaned, his hard cock pulsing against her tongue. With a small cry, he ejaculated, shooting down her throat so that she barely needed to swallow.
With a satisfied sigh, he pulled back from her, yanked up his pants and sat heavily on the stool. He ran his hands through his thick, dark hair as he smiled down at her only to have it flop back down over his forehead.
