Submission rolled down her as if someone had poured warm molasses on her head and it was slowly coating her body.
She spread her legs, until one foot was against the solid bed frame, the other against the base of the bars. “Yes, Master.”
“The first thing I want you to do is adjust the jesses on your wrists. Loosen them and then put them midway down your forearm.”
Quickly, she did what he commanded, her need to obey—and to fuck that dildo—urging her on. She loosened each jess and slid it up, and then made them snug but not tight with a few tugs on the dangling line. The bells chimed as she worked.
“Get up on the bed. Straddle the board, but don’t go near the dildo yet.”
Again, she obeyed, making sure she was facing the foot of the bed, and him, as she got into position.
“You’re going to ride that dildo. I want you to first focus on taking it as deep as you can. Tell me when you feel stuffed full of cock.” He all but growled the words. Behind him she could see the night forest out the window, and he looked like a creature that belonged out there—dangerous and intense, his eyes locked on her like she was prey.
“When I give you permission, you can fuck yourself on the dildo. Fuck yourself as slow or fast as you want.”
She waited, breathing fast and shallow, waiting for the catch.
“But you can’t come. You can’t touch yourself, and if you think you’re close to an orgasm from penetration only, because we know you’ve had one or two of those in the past, you say ‘edge’ and stop.”
She groaned, nails digging into her own thighs.
“Shift forward until you’re on top of the dildo.”
She shuffled forward on the mattress. The dildo was listing to the side and the tip bumped her thigh.
“Use one hand to put the tip at your entrance. Other hand on your head.”
Her right hand gripped the dildo several inches down from the tip. She tried to get it into place without stimulating herself, but the head rubbed over her clit as she maneuvered it, making her moan.
“Did you rub your needy little clit with that fake cock?”
“I’m sorry, Master. It’s just the angle.”
“Don’t blame physics,” he scolded. “That’s one.”
One punishment, though she didn’t know what the punishment would be.
Cessie placed her other hand on top of her head, elbow bent and out to the side. The jess dangled near but not directly beside her ear—if he hadn’t told her to move it, she would have had it ringing practically in her ear.
The fact that he’d thought of that allowed her to ease deeper into the power exchange. He was in control and trusting him with that control wouldn’t put her at risk.
“Take it,” he commanded.
Cessie kept ahold of the dildo as she sank down. A shiver of pleasure rippled over her as she took the first two inches in one slow movement. She stopped there, savoring.
“Other hand on your head too.”
She released the dildo, leaning back to find her balance as she raised that hand, lacing her fingers together on top of her head.
“Deep as you can, baby.” His voice was rough with arousal.
Cessie took a breath and sank down lower. The too-thin dildo, which was not nearly as thick as his cock, pressed up into her, giving her that internal pressure she craved, but not stretching or filling her the way he could.
She whimpered in frustration, because this was good, but not what she needed.
“What’s wrong, Cessie?”
“It’s not enough.”
