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After the way she sauntered up the stairs and stripped naked in the bathroom doorway, I know she’s waiting for me to break down and join her. If I didn’t already have other plans in mind, I would.
Instead, I sit back in my armchair, hands folded over my stomach, and wait.
Finally, the shower turns off. I hear frustrated stomping across the tile floor. I’m barely holding back a smile when the door slams open and Cora comes out looking like Aphrodite. Her hair is wet and falling over one shoulder, her skin is flushed from the heat of the water, and she’s barely covering herself.
“Is that a hand towel?” I ask.
She opens her mouth to respond when suddenly, she stops. Her brows pinch together as she takes in the scene—all of it.
Directly in front of my chair is an absurdly expensive sex toy sitting on a platform. A little stage arranged for a private performance.
“Is that… is that a saddle?”
“Something like that. With a few modifications.” I lift the remote control in my hand and tip my head towards the not-at-all subtle attachment rising out of the center of the seat. It’s purple and ribbed and it looks very, very dangerous.
A slow, persistent blush rises up her chest and neck. “What is this?”
“You said you’d pay my price. Payment time is here,solnishka.”
She ventures closer. The lamplight glints off the moisture clinging to her skin. When she’s close enough to touch, she traces a finger down the length of the dildo and I have to repress a full body shiver.
“I don’t see how riding a sex toy is a sacrifice.” She looks up at me with lowered lashes. “Isn’t this a treat for me?”
I shrug one shoulder. “I guess we’ll see. Drop the towel.”
Cora hesitates for only a moment. Then, shoulders back and chest forward, she lets the towel fall away into a pile around her feet.
Fucking hell, she’s gorgeous.
She’s always been gorgeous, but there’s something beautiful about the small ways her body has been changing since she started training. The little curves of new muscle. The proud posture—head up, shoulders back. The gleam in her eyes.
I hold out my hand to help her onboard. With delicate fingers, she grips my hand and puts her feet in the stirrups, but she stays hovering out of reach of the purple rubber cock.
“What do I—How do I—”
“Lower yourself onto it.”
Cora looks up at me, a quick flash of nerves. Then she maintains that eye contact as she carefully positions herself and lowers down, inch by agonizing inch. With the lube I put on before she emerged, she slides on with no problem, though she bites back a tender gasp.
“This is nowhere near as big as some of the toys you bought me before. Is that the punishment?” She arches an eyebrow.
Instead of responding, I hold up the remote and shift the dial.
It buzzes to life instantaneously. It’s on the very lowest setting, so it does little more than vibrate and pulse a quarter of an inch up and down. But it’s enough to get the reaction I want. Cora jerks with a yelp of surprise and squeezes the daylights out of the saddle grips. Once the initial shock passes, she screws her face up into as serious of a mask as she can muster.
“So is this—ah, fuck—is this it?” She leans back and arches her spine with another soft exhale. “You don’t touch me for days and now, I’m going to get off while you sit in that chair andwatch? I thought you were some big, bad Bratva boss, but now, I’m wondering if you’ve just been making it all up.”
I just smirk. She won’t be able to form words here in a little bit, so I’m fine with her trying to taunt me now.
I turn up the intensity on the dial and enjoy the show.
Another quarter-inch of penetration ramps up as the vibration intensifies. A moan she tries hard to hold back slips out of her. I can see the fight in her body. The pink tint to her cheeks. The way she pinches her lower lip between her teeth. The soft whimpers that slip from her, so quiet I can barely hear them.
When I turn up the dial another notch, though, there is no more hiding a goddamn thing.
“Oh,fuck.” She rocks forward again, all of her weight resting on her hands. Her mouth is open, eyes glassy as she rolls her hips. “Oh, oh… oh my—”
I shift the dial ever-so-slightly higher and Cora falls to pieces. Her stomach tightens as her thighs clamp around the seat. I can hear the relentless chugging pulse and groan of the machine as it splits her apart.
