by Livia Grant
Embarrassment at her naked display had her wanting to shrink away, but Ryder had stepped up against her back, his hands digging into her hips to ensure she was immobile as he once again whispered against the shell of her ear, his words meant only for his captive.
“Look at them all, Princess. For the rest of their lives, every time these people see you in a magazine or on a movie screen – hell, even as they’re masturbating in the privacy of their own homes, every single kinkster out there watching you will remember the night they got to witness how beautiful you are up close and personal. They’ll remember the rapture on your face as you come, your guttural cries as you let your body finally admit what it craves.”
His words excited her and a part of her hated herself for it.
“Let’s give ‘em a good show, baby.”
Seconds later the sound of him dragging the sawhorse closer broke the hushed silence of the dungeon. As he positioned it directly in front of her, she glanced down for her first close look at the diabolical piece of furniture. It was made of heavy wooden blocks, polished smooth with heavy metal rings positioned at odd locations along the legs and each end where they met in the V. It was the top tip of the V that held her attention.
“It’s a called a wooden pony.” He answered her unasked question.
It took a few seconds for the words to sink in. “Christ. No!” She tried to shrink backwards, but all she managed to do was pull her hair and nipples painfully. “But, I don’t ride!”
Ryder chuckled. He fucking laughed at her. “Princess, today you do.” He was at the far end of the contraption, the horse between them. He waited until she tore her eyes from the torture device to look into his. She’d expected to find him gloating with sadistic glee, but was shocked to find him smiling at her in a comforting way. His back was to their audience so they couldn’t see his mouth deliver the low message meant only for her.
“Trust me, baby. I’ve been paying attention. Let me prove to you that when it comes to sex, I know you better than you know yourself.”
He was so confident. Conceited really. Hollywood was chock-full of conceited assholes, so why did he feel so different? He gave her time to sort it out. Ryder might be a cocky bastard, but unlike any other man she’d met, he’d made her believe to her core that she was the only thing he was thinking about in their time together. He’d made Khloe the center of his universe, at least for their dangerous game of Roulette.
His eyes flamed with barely contained dominance, just waiting for her permission to unleash it on her. That he even stopped to confirm he had her approval was reason enough to trust him. Her small nod was what he’d been waiting for.
“Open your legs as far as you can and still keep your toes on the ground.” When she stood stock still, he barked a stern, “Now.”
As soon as she had separated her legs even a few inches, he started shoving the wood forward, moving between her legs. It was too tall, forcing her to stand on her tippy toes to keep from putting her weight on the slightly rounded, but nonetheless, pointed top ridge. Only when he had her positioned in the middle did he stop and reach out to roughly pull at her labia, spreading her lower lips wide around the hard surface.
His fingers grazed her clit, bringing an unexpected zing. When he pulled away, he lifted his glistening fingers to her mouth. “Lick me clean. You’re dripping all over the wood already.”
He didn’t wait for her tongue to lick. Instead, he shoved his wet digits into her mouth, forcing them deep enough to make her gag. She tasted her own juice and hated how turned on she felt by his rough treatment.
Still, it wasn’t until he started cranking a wheel she couldn’t see that she realized the true danger of her predicament. The horse’s legs started moving farther apart from each other, forcing her legs apart until they were spread so wide that her feet left the ground completely.
The bulk of her weight now crushed her girly parts down against the unforgiving wood. The surprised scream she heard was her own. The pain wasn’t sharp. It was more like an uncompromising pressure that started to build. Khloe instinctively tried to pull herself up, using her restrained arms. It worked for a less than a minute. She was able to almost pull herself completely off the pony, but then the muscles in her arms started to burn from the effort of holding her frame off the torture device.
Ryder stood directly in front of her, enthralled by her predicament. “Eyes. Don’t look away from me, Khloe. If you do, I’ll make it worse.” She saw the sick glee in his gaze, almost daring her to glance away, before adding. “If you can keep your eyes on me until I tell you to stop, I’ll reward you.”
She somehow doubted his idea of a reward was the same as hers, but she knew without a doubt she didn’t want to find out what his perverted mind could come up with that would be worse.
Their showdown was hypnotic. Focusing on holding his glare actually helped her keep her mind off the growing pain in her shoulders and arms, off the cramping in her splayed legs and even off thinking about what was happening in the audience. She could hear sounds of sex and submission, but she didn’t dare let it distract her from her mission.
She had no idea how long it lasted. All she knew was she could barely hold her body weight up by her arms for more than a few seconds before she would come crashing down on her pussy, each time harder than last. She finally gave up trying to pull herself up, resigning that as bad as the pain was in her cunt, she was doing herself no favors by crashing down on it again and again.
Khloe saw approval in Ryder’s eyes as she bit the inside of her cheek and the pain settled deeper. She hadn’t realized she was crying until she felt the wet tears splashing down onto her breasts being pulled up to the ceiling by the still attached nipple tweezers. It was then that his approval turned to pride.
Ryder Helms was proud of her and the knowledge filled her with a strange gratification. It made her heart pound harder, almost anxious for his next test so she could prove to him again she was worthy.
Her master took slow steps forward, stalking closer like he was circling his prey, properly trapped and unable to escape. When he was close enough, he reached out to cup her boob, tweaking the tip lightly.
“Such a good girl.” His hand roamed her body, caressing, pinching, and even tickling. A full-body shudder consumed her. She felt on fire, ready to combust into flames. Instead of focusing on the pain, all she could think about was having his cock inside her.
His slap to her ass made her jerk, jarring her pain points.
“Stay,” he ordered as he pulled away from her.
It was on the tip of her tongue to answer ‘where the hell would I go’, but she bit the words back. She didn’t want to see his reaction to her sass.
He was back quickly, kneeling next to her right leg. When he lifted her foot and bent it back so that her toes almost touched her butt, the weight on her girly parts shifted, rubbing her clit hard against the rolled top of the pony and zinging her with a bolt of hot agony.
Her muscles were fatigued so she had no fight left in her to try to stop him from wrapping the soft, white rope around her ankle and thigh, now brought together. He was exceptionally thorough, arranging the rope in a perfect line, encasing her entire leg until he reached her bent knee with the hugging rope. She watched him artfully tie it off in an impossibly tight knot that ensured she would not be stretching her leg out until he wanted her to.
By the time he’d repeated the rope treatment on her left side, her legs were beginning to tingle. The change in position of her legs also changed how she was balancing on the top of the pony, making her torso lean forward slightly and putting greater pressure directly on her swollen clit. As if he wanted to prove he knew her torment, Ryder placed his fingers directly on her button, mastering her completely and effectively launching her into another stratosphere.
Her orgasm lit like a rocket. It was as if he’d created an on/off switch on her body that only he controlled. Through the pleasure, she felt the bite of pain as she completel
y relaxed her body until her shoulders, arms, scalp, and tits all felt on fire. Her chin had dropped to her chest and she felt the drool on her chin, dripping down.
Ryder was there, his arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her just enough to take the weight off, bringing her a few precious moments of reprieve.
“You are so fucking beautiful. In case I don’t have the chance to tell you later, I want you to know I feel lucky that the wheel matched us up tonight, Khloe.”
It felt like he was telling her goodbye. A few hours ago, she wouldn’t have bet any money that she could have made it ten minutes with the terrifying Dom on the stage with her. Now, a blanket of sadness threatened to ruin their final time together as she realized she would most likely never see the older Dominant after she left Black Light.
His voice against her ear brought her back to the present. “How would you like a little help with holding up your weight, Princess?”
“Yes, please,” she begged.
“Your wish is my command.” It got worse when he walked away, forcing her pussy to bear her weight again. She heard the sound of the mechanical motor at the same time that she felt the tension on her shoulders, arms, and boobs lesson slightly. Unfortunately, what relief they felt seemed to quadruple the pain as the pony felt like it was about to split her down the middle. Her body was leaning forward, dragged down by gravity she was too tired to fight. Her tears turned to open crying as she let the pain consume her.
His hands were massaging her ass, now sticking out as she almost lay on the top of the pony. He lulled her into compliance so when she felt the slick wetness being spread across her anus, she bucked, trying to get away from the dirty invasion of Ryder’s digits being thrust in and out of her body.
“Dammit!” she protested.
“Patience, Princess. You asked for relief.”
His finger fucking did distract her. With him now behind her, she had a direct view of the crowd of spectators gathered around to witness her debasing. She saw women, and a few men, with jealousy in their glare. Others looked on with shock and awe. More than one couple was in the middle of fucking while they enjoyed the show.
She’d just started to relax into his invasion, opening her bottom wider to surrender to his dominance, when she felt the cold hardness at her opening. She didn’t have time to clench before a piercing pain pinched her bottom hole as what felt like a tennis ball sized metal sphere was pressed home, deep inside her bowels. Once the ball got past the entrance, the searing pain eased slightly.
She could feel it shoved inside her, yet she still felt as if her back passage were completely filled, the puckered opening stretched uncomfortably wide to accommodate whatever the hell it was her Dom had shoved inside her.
It had been worth it. Once he’d plugged her butt, he lowered the hook above even more, letting her torso fall forward on top of the pony. She was far from comfortable, but the hardest edge had been taken off and she was grateful. Unfortunately, the chain of the nipple clamps was now pressing against her neck and shoulder in the forward position she found herself in. She allowed herself several deep, cleansing breaths, mistakenly thinking the worst was over.
How wrong she was. Her ass, now thrust up in the air at the back end of the pony, was to become target practice for his implement of pain. It struck her bare skin with a loud splat just below where the plug protruded from her body.
“Ow!” she screamed.
The second strike came quickly, feeling much harder than the first. Panic closed in. She wasn’t sure if he’d struck harder or if it was just worse because she knew what was coming.
“Stop! Please.”
The next paddle struck lower, hitting fresh flesh. She lurched forward trying to get away and only succeeding in renewing the pain in her pussy, ass, and shoulders.
Tears blurred her vision as her bottom felt on fire. Still, she’d dreamed of being spanked. She’d even begged Dean to try a little hanky-spanky, but he’d denied her. Memories of him doing something not terribly different than what was happening to Khloe with Ryder, only with the married Gloria, jarred Khloe back to reality. The spanking hurt way worse than she’d ever thought it would, yet the empty ache at her core now throbbed with need.
“Take a look at it, Princess.” He’d stepped closer, thrusting a crimson red leather paddle in her line of sight. “I know you’ll feel cheated if I don’t light up your ass before I send you on your way tonight. I’m gonna paddle you until your butt is as red as the implement.”
She groaned through her tears. Overwhelmed… consumed by the emotions the sexy dominant evoked in every inch of her body. Ironically, his use of the word red had reminded her she had the ability to stop things immediately. She held the real control. The word sat on the end of her tongue, tempted to spill out as he delivered the next strong swat to her ass. When she opened her mouth, she surprised herself by screaming his name instead of red.
“Ryder!”
“I’m here, baby. You’re fighting it. Don’t think about it. Just feel.”
The leather fell again… and again… until she sobbed. Everything she’d been worrying about before Roulette fell away. The pain settled in, pushing away her hunger. Ryder’s presence dominated her, pressing away her loneliness, her self-doubt, even her fear. All that was left was need. The need to please him. The need to make him proud. The need to have him inside her.
He stood close enough to brush her naked body as he exerted himself delivering the discipline he’d somehow known she craved. He stopped to caress her hot globes tenderly between strikes.
Relief invaded when she heard his implement crash to the floor, but panic returned when she felt him move away from her body. He left her collapsed over the pony until the sound of the hook above her head moving jarred her back to reality. He was raising the hook back up again, but this time, the greatest pressure pulling up was centered at her bottom hole as she was physically lifted by her tits, arms, hair, shoulders, and now ass.
The new pain was exquisite, encircling her completely and threatening to overwhelm her. Ryder didn’t stop when she was merely upright. She rose higher until she felt the first real relief in her private parts since the scene had started. Once he stopped raising her up, he kicked the pony hard, sliding it forward and away from them. Her body was now dangling from the hook in the ceiling.
He was in front of her again, this time an unreadable glare in his eyes. What she now recognized was a hook in her pucker felt like it was splitting her back passage open. The only thing that helped her forget about the pain was watching Ryder unbuckle his leather belt and unzip his black fitted pants, letting them fall to the floor where he stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
She’d swallowed his cock in their first scene, but she hadn’t been able to get a good look at it. She knew she was gawking at him with a stupid look on her face, but she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t believe she’d been able to take that shaft down her throat. She’d never been very good at giving blowjobs so she was seriously proud of herself for getting him off earlier now that she saw his impressive length.
He was nursing the flesh-covered steel in his hand as his gaze devoured her.
“Please…”
“Beg me. Tell me exactly what you want, baby.”
He was such a cocky sonofabitch, yet he seemed to have the playbook to her body so she didn’t bother resisting.
“You. I want you, dammit.”
“You have me. I’m right here.”
“Please… Ryder…”
He glared dangerously. “Tsk, tsk. You’re supposed to call me Master or Sir.” His words didn’t match his gaze. She just knew he liked hearing his name on her lips.
“Ryder!” This time she screamed his name and he moved into action, unable to deny her another minute.
Her body registered relief as he lifted her by her hips, taking some of the pressure off her shoulders, hair, tits, and especially her anal cavity, although she was still unaccustomed to the uncomfortable fullne
ss.
“Ready, baby?” She felt the tip of his cock sliding through her tender folds and knew the ride he was about to take her on would be a strange mix of pleasure and pain. She held her breath, strangely wanting the moment to last forever.
Chapter 9
Ryder froze, wanting to sear the scene into his memory. Khloe Monroe was unexpected perfection. What a treat she’d turned out to be. He’d avoided looking at his watch, not wanting to acknowledge how little time they had left together. He was under no delusion. They would almost certainly not be seeing each other again after they said goodbye tonight.
“Master!” Christ, she’d done it. Surprised him again.
He couldn’t wait any more. He buried himself deep inside her in one stroke, dragging a scream like none other. Over her shoulder, he watched the heads in the crowd turn towards them to watch the grand finale.
Her tunnel was impossibly tight. He could feel the ball of the stainless steel anal hook shoved up her ass rubbing against his shaft as he pummeled her pussy hard and fast. He didn’t have the patience for finesse. Raw passion drove their coupling.
He had trouble formulating words, but managed to speak into her jostling ear held in front of him by the hook from the ceiling. “Keep your eyes open. Watch the crowd while they enjoy watching me fuck you, Princess.”
She gurgled that sexy growl of hers that showed up when she lost control. He almost regretted taking her from behind because he hated to miss watching her expression when he pushed her over the edge to freefall into her la petite mort, yet he knew the spectators would appreciate the memory.
He shifted his grip from her hips to grab where her roped legs met her torso, giving him a much better grasp to lift her body to the perfect angle for his deep drilling.
