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Using his foot, Damon inched the machine a little closer to her body, so the head of the phallus nestled between her legs.
Ellen’s eyes flew open at the contact, but she didn’t pull away. She clutched the small, oval remote in her hand, her grip tight. Looking like a skydiver about to jump out of an airplane for the first time, she tapped the on button.
As the mechanized shaft slowly began to penetrate her, she gasped, her shoulders hunching. Her pupils were dilated, whether from fear or desire, or a combination, he couldn’t quite tell.
“I’m scared, Sir,” she blurted as the shiny black cock pumped slowly in and out of her cunt. She was trembling, a sheen of sweat just visible on her brow.
He rolled the stool closer, placing a comforting hand on her upper back. “Relax,” he reminded her. “Breathe. Release the tension in your shoulders. You can do this. You’re doing it.”
She drew in a shuddery breath and let it out. He could feel her muscles loosen, if only a little.
“Good job,” he encouraged. “Now, conquer your fear with the true submission I know you possess.”
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Master Damon’s words galvanized Ellen. He wasn’t just ordering her to power through to please him, though that in itself should have been enough for her. But he seemed to understand this was also about her intrinsic need to submit, and the spiritual grace that submission gave her.
His hand felt good on her back, his touch warm and soothing. She was grateful to him for allowing her to control the remote. As long as she managed to remain calm and focused, she just might be able to get through this without making a fool of herself.
Empowered by his apparent faith in her, she touched the plus sign on the remote, kicking up the power a notch. She couldn’t stop the involuntary squeak of nerves as the pumping dildo picked up speed.
Breathe. Relax. Accept.
She increased the speed, this time without a squeak. To her surprise, the toy actually felt good inside of her, almost like a real cock. His hand fell away and she felt its sudden lack.
Focus on your task, she reminded herself.
She would have preferred if Master Damon had been the one behind her, his big hands on her hips as he drew her back onto his hard, thick shaft. Clearly, she hadn’t yet earned that privilege.
A mewl of pleasure escaped her lips as the automated dildo pumped in and out of her sex. Feeling brave, she increased the tempo again. Her eyes fluttered shut as spirals of pleasure radiated through her core. The remote fell from her grasp.
Breath shallow and rapid, she reached between her legs to stroke her clit, which was gooey with lubrication from the toy. She opened her eyes, fixing her gaze on her Master. He was watching her with an intent expression, his eyes glittering with power and something else. Desire?
Both thrilled and unnerved, Ellen forced herself to keep her gaze on his. Her fingers flew over her sex. The piston pumped noisily behind her, the almost hypnotic sound punctuated by her uncontrolled moans of lust as the machine relentlessly fucked her from behind.
Glancing down, she saw the remote on the mat beside her. Without picking it up, she managed to tap the plus button once more. She cried out, not from pain, but from nearly blinding pleasure. She was no longer powering through. She wanted this. She needed it.
A part of her couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. She was moving past what had once been a hard limit for her. She experienced a sudden, fierce pride in conquering her fears.
“That’s it,” Master Damon encouraged, his gaze flitting over her body and back to her face. “Fuck yourself on that big, hard cock. Make yourself come like the dirty little slut you are.”
“Oh, god,” she groaned, that delicious combination of erotic humiliation and dark pleasure firing her blood like a shot of hundred-proof alcohol.
The hard cock continued to pummel her with relentless speed and force.
“Please, Sir,” she panted as she rubbed herself with feverish abandon. “May I come, Sir?”
Reaching out, he gripped her ponytail, using it to wrench her head back. The sudden erotic pain juxtaposed perfectly with the hot, shivery pleasure shuddering through her.
“Yes,” he hissed, his fingers still tight in her hair. His face was so close to hers that she could feel his warm breath on her cheek. “Come for your Master.”
With a cry, she let go completely. A powerful orgasm burst through her like fireworks exploding from within. She heard a keening cry over the pounding of her pulse, dimly aware it must be her making the sound. Her body convulsed, sensation edging from pleasure to something darker and harder to handle as the phallus continued to fuck her with relentless force and speed.
Shaking, she reached for the remote, which had somehow skittered away from her grasp. A cold spurt of adrenaline shot through her gut. Where had the damn thing gone? But before full-blown panic could take hold, all at once the piston stilled. There was sudden silence, save for her shallow, hiccupping gasps.
“It’s all right, Ellen. You’re okay.”
Master Damon held the remote in his hand. Crouching beside her, he pulled the machine away from her body. Getting to his feet, he leaned down and gently pulled her upright.
