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Oh.
Oh.
When he released her and stood to go open the duffle, Autumn didn’t turn around. That little peck on the head had left her…stupefied.
She’d walked away from him before because he was the kind of man she could fall in love with, and because of that she couldn’t stand for him to see her being submissive.
When he’d kissed her head like that…a quick, spontaneous, affectionate gesture…she’d realized that he wasn’t just the kind of man shemightdevelop romantic feelings for.
She was catching feelings. She was falling for him.
Crap.
Her internal panic distracted her enough that she didn’t notice when he took the heavy half-barrel-shaped piece of equipment out of the bag. She tuned back in only when the buzz of vibration distracted her.
She glanced over and her eyes went wide.
Daniel had brought out a Sybian. The half cylinder covered in black vinyl was just over a foot high and about that wide. He’d set it up in the center of a woven blanket, which he’d spread out beside where she knelt.
As she watched he disappeared, holding a rather incongruous thick orange extension cord, which he was unlooping as he walked.
He returned a few moments later, apparently having found someplace to plug the Sybian in.
While he was gone Autumn had tried to see what else was in the bag, in particular what attachments he’d brought for the Sybian—sometimes called a saddle masturbator or just “a saddle”. At the apex of the curved machine was a small ridge, with a circular opening where a short metal shaft could be attached, though it wasn’t currently screwed in. The various attachments were fitted onto the raised ridge, and, if there was a dildo on the attachment it fit over the metal shaft.
She’d only played with one once. And though it had been here at the club, it hadn’t been as part of a scene. One of the overseers had developed a new type of attachment and had asked for volunteer subs to test it out.
The orgasm had been quick and gasp-inducing, thanks to the o-shaped clit stimulator.
However, that time she’d been in charge of the controller, and chosen how long she wanted to spend in that particular saddle.
This was going to be very different, she was sure.
Daniel took a seat, leaning forward so his elbows were on his knees, his head turned to the side to look at her. He was smiling, and it was the same delicious smile she’d seen at dinner. No sneer or smirk. A real smile.
The tight knot of worry low in her gut loosened.
“Have you ridden one of these before?” He leaned down and picked up the controller, a box slightly larger than a game controller, with a long black wire connecting it to the Sybian.
“Once. But I was in charge of that.” She pointed at the controller box.
“This is mine.” He pressed it possessively to his chest, then smiled. “This is going to be fun.”
“I think so too, Sir.”
He hooked one booted foot in the strap of the duffle bag, pulling it closer. She waited for him to pull out an attachment or overlay, but he didn’t reach into the bag.
His gaze swept down her, and the air around them thickened. Her breath caught, her nipples tingled, and she knew that when he spoke again his words would be a low-toned command.
“Stand up and strip, pet.”
Autumn pushed to her feet, bracing her hands on the ground. Normally she could do it without having to use her hands—a pride point among the submissives, and the only reason she tortured herself with squats and deadlifts—but she’d been kneeling long enough that the support was necessary. Daniel didn’t reprimand her, the way beginner and fake Doms would have. He reached out, cupping her elbow as she rose. Once she was steady he reached down and massaged her lower legs, helping to restore the circulation.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I have to take care of my slut, don’t I?” His hands slid up her legs to her hips.
He toyed with the straps of her thong. Now that she was standing she could feel the bunched, sodden fabric of her thong between her labia, an awkward, uncomfortable feeling that made her hyper aware of her pussy, and slightly embarrassed by how it must look.
