by Jayne Rylon
When he peered down at her, he made a sound that was a cross between a moan and a sigh. “Thanks. You seriously never did that before?”
She shook her head.
“You’re going to be dangerous when you have a little more practice.” He found a clean section of his shorts, wiped her chin then lobbed them into a pile with his shirt. Next he reached for the hem of her nightgown and peeled it from her frame. She put her hands up to help him free her.
Bare breasted, she felt slightly exposed yet comfortable. When he reached for her panties, she shied away. “Can I keep them for now?”
“You’re the boss.” He patted his lap. “Will you snuggle with me? I want to taste us together on your lips.”
Brielle wondered if he meant what she thought until he tugged her forward. She curled into the spot she fit so well, conformed to his body, and tipped her face up to his.
He devoured her, including the slickness she could feel glossing her lips.
With her fingers resting on his neck she could feel every pound of his heartbeat.
“I usually have a little more endurance than that.” He grimaced. “You’re just too much for me. I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.”
She angled his chin up so she could press a kiss to the bold mark on his neck that she’d given him. “I trust you.”
Luke inhaled so hard, his chest mashed against hers. “That means everything to me, Cookie.”
She tipped her head, sweeping her hair to the other side so that her mark was exposed. He rubbed a circle around the claim with his thumb, staring deep into her eyes before dipping down to enhance the decoration. Now, no one would be able to miss it.
Sometime later, maybe seconds, maybe minutes, Kurt entered the room. “You gave her a hickey? Leave you alone for a few minutes and see what happens?”
Brielle giggled, proud to be his. Luke put pressure on her shoulders, encouraging her to turn. She did, using him like a recliner. Her ass snugged into the juncture of his legs and torso. His semisoft cock fit in her crack, making her squirm. Nudging her legs, he suggested she splay herself with one knee draped over each armrest. The position was actually quite comfortable, so she stayed despite the shyness she would normally have suffered around Kurt. Today she felt as if she owned the world. They’d given her this chance.
One of Luke’s arms wrapped around her waist, like a belt, and the other created a band just below her breasts. His hand cupped her even as his forearm took the weight of the other side of her chest.
Her boyfriend made the best seat in the house.
Settling in, she lifted her gaze to Kurt. He had his back turned. A white lab coat covered most of him, but his legs and feet were bare where they extended below the hem. Was he naked beneath the thin poplin?
When he stepped aside, she got the answer to that question and a couple more. Like where was Becca?
While she and Luke had been busy making out, Kurt had placed his wife on the examination table that took center stage in the laboratory. The terry-covered platform contoured to her body and looked fairly ergonomic. She was completely naked and, from the rosy hue of her cheeks, Brielle assumed Luke wasn’t the only one who’d gotten some warming up before this exhibition.
“You understand the purpose of today’s session, Becca?” With that, Kurt began to educate Brielle.
Chapter Eighteen
“Yes, Doctor.” Becca squirmed a little beneath her husband’s regard.
“Tell me.”
“You’re going to use me to prove to Brielle that her fantasies of bondage and other perceived deviant sexual practices are nothing like the abuse she suffered. You’re going to show her how a loving Master can mold the experience into one of mutual admiration and pleasure.”
“Very good.” Kurt petted his wife. He toyed with her hair, using the ends to tease her breasts until her nipples plumped and tightened.
Brielle knew the recap had been for her benefit. She nodded.
Prodding and poking his captive, Kurt tested various parts of her anatomy. Pinching the tips of her pebbled nipples, he shook his head. “Could be harder. I think you’re holding out to try my new inventions.”
Becca whimpered, but the sound seemed like it was motivated more by need than by pain or misery.
Brielle stared.
“She’d agree to anything if it would get his hands on her,” Luke whispered to Brielle. “She trusts him completely. It’s beautiful. I’ve seen plenty of subs in my time. Very few ever reach this level of devotion to their partner. Same goes for Kurt. He can sense her every thought and desire. I used to think it was a little creepy. Until you started tuning in to me the same way.”
“I do?” His revelation tempted her to take her eyes from Becca for a second.
“Yeah.” He nibbled on her ear lobe. “I hope I can learn the same for you someday.”
Her pussy clenched. She wished he would touch her.
Luke’s hand disappeared between her thighs. He cupped her mound, pressing on the engorged flesh enough to still the ache, even while his touch inspired a much deeper longing.
“You’re doing just fine already.” Breath caught in her lungs when he began a circular motion of his fingers.
When their attention winged to the couple on display, Kurt had opened several compartments in the table. He extracted wide black straps, like seat belts, from each of the slots. The material made a distinct whirrp as he unwound it from the spring-loaded coils.
Brielle tensed when he extended one over Becca’s wrist and clipped it to the table. He did the same to her other arm and then both ankles in quick succession. Though the redhead thrashed in the bindings, she couldn’t escape. She’d had no chance to object.
And now she was trapped.
“Let her go!” Brielle couldn’t stop herself from shouting the order.
Luke didn’t cling. He released her immediately when years of conditioning were triggered by Becca’s innocent testing of her bonds.
Brielle rushed to her friend’s aid, stepping between Becca and Kurt. She might not be nearly as tall as the doctor, but she was mean when cornered. Half-naked, she puffed up to her full potential and squared herself for confrontation.
Kurt went still. He didn’t yell or lash out in any way to punish her for interfering. Instead, he pointed to his wife. “Time to mix logic with your reflexes. Ask her if she needs your help.”
Becca blinked out of a sensual fog at the intrusion. “Brielle?”
“I’ll get you out of here.” She picked at the devious clasps holding the belts to the table on the opposite side of Becca’s limbs. How the hell did they come off? “We have to leave before it’s too late.”
“Hang on.” Becca didn’t sound frightened. She sounded sluggish, as if it was hard to think in her condition. Fear did that to Brielle all the time.
“No, I’ve got you. Luke won’t let him hurt you. Neither will I.” She dared Kurt to come closer or buckle the strap in his hand. He didn’t budge. Didn’t attempt to cage his poor wife any more fully to the—
Brielle shook her head.
Rationality began to override her knee-jerk reaction. “Oh, crap. You’re not trying to stop me. You’re not keeping her against her will. You’re not Brad.”
She looked from Becca to Kurt and, last, to Luke. Had she embarrassed him?
“It’s okay, Cookie.” He stayed still, not encroaching on her space.
“No one’s hurting me, Brielle.” Becca smiled up at her. “I want to be right where I am. Kurt would never violate my trust. He’s giving me what I need. Actually, he’s going slow on purpose, taking his time and teasing me until I might scream. But only because I’d like a hell of a lot more.”
“You’re sure?” Brielle held Becca’s hand. The fact that they were both nude, or nearly so, didn’t register.
“Positive.” Becca squeezed her fingers. “Thank you for caring and coming to my rescue though. You’ve got big balls, Ms. Norris.”
“Anytime. I can t
ake Kurt. I’m a tough cookie.” She flexed her nonexistent muscles, trying to lighten the situation.
Luke took his cue to collect her, holding her close and repeating reassurance until she couldn’t help but hear him. And start to believe.
“Would it help you to see concrete data, Brielle?” Kurt stopped her when she would have slunk away. “You seem like a very visual person. Sights impact you more than other ways of gathering information.”
“What do you mean?” She canted her head as she peered up at the doctor.
“Remember how you wore the probe to bed last night?” He reached out and squeezed her shoulder, not at all upset with her interruption. “I have similar tools that can record and project Becca’s responses on the monitor over there. In fact, it makes her hot when we play with it.”
“Seriously?” Brielle’s eyes grew wide.
“Yes, on all counts.” Luke ran his hand down her arm. “Kurt is a brilliant and devious scientist. Let him have show-and-tell with his creations. It’ll help you see the truth, and Becca really does get off on Kurt’s big…brain.”
She bit her lip then nodded. “Okay.”
“Pull the chair up, Luke.” Kurt directed his friend as he turned to the supply cabinet and rummaged through the contents. “Make sure she can see everything.”
Brielle gulped. Could she handle all of it?
“If you’re uncomfortable, we can walk at any time.” Luke spoke softly in her ear as they resumed their position, but closer.
“I’d like to watch.” She took his index finger, wrapping her fist around it. “I’m sorry—”
“No apologies needed.” He put his other hand over her mouth.
Brielle kissed his palm.
They gave their attention to Kurt and Becca when the doctor returned with several items in tow. The long, thick dildo in one hand was easiest to identify. He fished around beneath the table, releasing a lever. The platform split at the bottom, allowing him to shove Becca’s legs apart, still bound, but spread. He clipped the device to a metal shaft in the base of the table and aligned it with Becca’s pussy before speaking up so they all could hear. “The material of this tool is embedded with electrical circuits and more of the radio transmitters for collecting temperature and pressure data, the same as the ones used on Brielle last night.”
Brielle couldn’t believe she’d been so bold. The thought alone had her squirming on Luke’s lap again.
“The screen is now displaying a historical average of Becca’s response levels during vanilla sex. We’ve conducted a large number of trials to ensure the validity of this data.” Kurt’s lecturing monotone couldn’t hide the decadence of what he was saying.
“Yeah, they basically fucked with the monitoring tools on,” Luke explained in a hushed voice. “A lot. Then they did it some more with her tied up and stuff like that to compare.”
He pointed to a blue line emerging much higher on the screen than the original slash.
“When Kurt puts the probe in her, you’ll be able to see how today compares to those two groups. There’s a lot at play here. Having us watch could be distracting or it could make her arousal greater. Considering the other times I’ve seen them together, I’m voting for us turning her on more.”
Following his explanation, Kurt flashed a grin in their direction. “If I were a betting man, I’d say you’re right. And the winner is…”
A whir echoed around the clinical surfaces of the room. Becca moaned and arched off the table as much as her partial bindings allowed. Brielle could see there were plenty more belts Kurt could have used to strap his wife in. Apparently he didn’t want to upset their guest.
“Come on, Becca,” Luke cheered low and deep. “Show Brielle how much you love an audience when Kurt puts you through your paces.”
The orange line that glowed to life on the monitor was nearly off the charts.
“She likes it.” Brielle was in awe. She could hardly believe it. Becca. Sane, smart, pretty, fun Becca enjoyed being bound and used where her husband’s friend could watch.
“No, Cookie. She loves it.” Luke huffed. “And we’ve hardly begun. What’s that purple thing, Kurt? I don’t remember seeing that before.”
Brielle put her hands on the rests and shoved upward, trying for a better view.
“Do you want to go stand next to them?” Luke tempted her, but she didn’t want to intrude.
“Come on over, Brielle.” Kurt waved to her. “It’s important that you don’t miss any details.”
Lifting her from the chair when she hesitated, Luke carried her to the front row.
“Here, you can check them out.” Kurt handed Brielle one of the new instruments. She was surprised by how lifelike it felt. Soft and fleshy.
It was like a shallow purple bowl that fit pretty evenly in the palm of her hand. At the bottom of the vessel, a wheel coated in filaments of the fleshy material kicked on. As it spun lazily, the strands fluttered. The device had a part of the wall cut away in a deep U.
“How do you think of this stuff?” Luke leaned over and put his knuckle against the endless parade of flapping tendrils. “This is going to drive her wild.”
“That’s the goal.” Kurt cracked his knuckles. “I sit in my office and imagine how I might torment her with more and more of this.”
“Oh God. It’s working.” Becca met each thrust of the probe.
Brielle refused to fall behind. “Wait, I don’t understand.”
“Let me show you.” Kurt took the gadget from her, drew a tube of lubrication from his pocket and squirted a daub onto his fingertip. Then he put his slick digit into the bowl, allowing the fibers to coat themselves as they turned, slapping his hand lightly.
Once satisfied, Kurt stepped between his wife’s legs, checking the fit of the straps around her ankles along the way. Tight but not biting. He attended to her as if she were a queen and he her subject despite the balance of power supposedly weighted in his favor.
Though Becca was helpless to do anything but entertain his attention, Kurt never once acted selfishly. Every action was designed to maximize Becca’s delight. Bound, the pretty redhead still retained plenty of clout.
Luke rubbed against Brielle’s back and bottom as they observed Kurt turn the bowl upside down. He whispered, “Don’t get scared. She’s probably not going to be able to stay quiet when that starts licking her clit.”
“Ohh.” Brielle could see how that could work. The flexible bowl covered Becca’s mound and the U groove in the bottom slid over the metal shank of the dildo probe, which steadily filled, then retreated from Becca’s pussy.
Sure enough, Becca gasped and shrieked when the Licker nestled into place.
“Take it, baby.” Kurt leaned over her, keeping his hand on his new toy to ensure it created suction and adhered. “It’ll be just right in a few seconds.”
“Yes!” Becca cried out as she thrust her pelvis upward. The motion forced the probe to misalign on its next return journey.
Kurt reacted quickly.
“Keep still,” he commanded in a tone that brooked no argument. He fed the dildo back into her clenching pussy then restarted its forward motion before glancing over at Brielle. “I won’t let her hurt herself. I’m sorry, she needs additional restraints.”
Brielle looked at Becca. Really stared.
Flushed and desperate, the doctor begged. “Please, don’t make him stop. More. I need more.”
Brielle took a deep breath. She reached out herself and extracted the belt near Becca’s waist. Testing the resistance of the auto-retract feature, she dropped it once, startling herself. On the second try, she handed the length to Kurt.
“Do you want to do it?” He was unbelievably patient with her, given the state of his undeniable arousal. From this angle, she could easily spot his raging hard-on, which protruded between the flaps of his lab coat. Dark hair sprinkled over his bare chest, leading in a very happy trail to his cock.
No one else reacted to their nudity, so she continue
d on as if she was totally impartial to their beautiful bodies. “I’m sorry, what?”
Kurt’s laugh drew her gaze back to his face. “You guys aren’t exactly making it easy for me to concentrate either. I asked if you’d like to strap her in tighter. I’ll show you how the fasteners work. Just in case… It would actually be possible for you to release her if you needed.”
A nod shook Brielle’s hair around her face a little more vigorously than she’d intended.
The Dream Machine’s creator covered her hand with his. He guided her first to uncover the receptor for the clasp, teaching her the slide-and-twist motion necessary to engage or extricate the buckle.
“Very good.” He nodded as he double-checked her handiwork. “How about one more across the top of her chest?”
The monitors beeped as if they were performing Vivaldi’s “Allegro”, Brielle’s favorite track from the CDs she’d snagged on one of her rummage sale runs.
Becca truly enjoyed this. The equipment sang the proof.
She looked down at her friend, meeting Becca’s gaze fully for the first time since they’d entered this room today.
A smile graced her lips, which were swollen from Kurt’s kisses earlier, Brielle guessed. “I hope one day you can open your mind to experiencing what you crave. It will be worth every bit of the fear and agony the desire has caused you when you are bound and yet free. I promise. I struggled. Kurt guided me to this place. I would be honored to help you find your way here.”
“I love you, baby.” Kurt swooped in for a kiss. Passionate, urgent and gentle simultaneously, their exchange brought to life a combination Brielle couldn’t have quite imagined before.
“They’re great together, right?” Luke cupped her chin in his hand, angling her face so that he could share with her.
Though she didn’t respond verbally, Brielle tried to communicate her gratefulness with every swipe of her lips over his. This awakening inspired her to reach farther than she’d ever thought possible. For an enduring mate rather than temporary companionship.
