Sold

by Jaymie Holland

  The thought of him taking photographs of her like this made her feel even more excited.

  “Can you feel me?” he asked.

  She could only nod and moan a “yes”.

  She opened her eyes to see him sitting in a chair watching her, his camera now at his side. She loved his smile of excitement. She could see the bulge in his pants. The thought of how excited he was watching her made her wetter than she already was.

  After about three minutes, Zach and the saddle started to fade as she fell into the feeling of the dildo and plug inside her. She was going to climax. She felt it coming closer and closer—

  “Do not come.” His firm tone startled her, pulling her concentration away from the plug and dildo.

  But then her eyes started to cross and she started toward an orgasm again.

  The dildo and plug stopped.

  “Remember our talk about consequences?” He held her gaze. “If you come without permission there will be repercussions. Do you understand?”

  She bit her lower lip and nodded. “Yes.” How could she not come? She was too aroused—it was impossible. She needed to focus on something that didn’t excite her. She pictured Henry having her restrained. Him half naked, belly hanging out, smiling at her. Such a horrible thought caused the urge to subside.

  “Let’s get you down from there.” He caught her by the waist and helped her so that she was standing in the stirrups, the plug and dildo no longer inside of her. Then he assisted her in getting off of the saddle and back onto the floor.

  “That’s my girl.” He kissed her forehead and held her close for a moment, rubbing her back in slow circles, making her feel safe and secure. Her body throbbed from the experience on the saddle and it was like she could still feel the plug and dildo inside her. That was a whole different way to be saddle sore.

  He nuzzled her hair. “Is my pretty little horsey rider okay?”

  “Mmmuumph.” She moaned through her gag.

  “Did you enjoy my device?” he murmured in her ear. “Did you enjoy me inside you?”

  “Mmmuumph.” She moaned again as she nodded.

  “I love hearing your sounds, Christy.” He stroked her hair. “You did really well.”

  He bent over and licked her nipple while sliding his hand between her legs. He stroked her clit and again she wanted to come.

  “Don’t come, Christy.” He stroked her clit harder. “Control yourself. You are excited aren’t you?”

  She nodded again. “Mmmuumph.”

  The fact was she was as excited as she had ever been. She loved it. She loved everything about Zach and the playroom. Not any playroom. His playroom.

  He kissed her again then took her by her shoulders and turned her to face the stockades.

  Her stomach dropped.

  He gestured toward them. “Go stand by the stocks.”

  She looked at him then hurried to obey. The thought of being put in the intimidating device made her pulse jump with excitement and trepidation.

  When she stood where he told her to, he had her bend at the waist. The nipple nooses dangled and the little bells jingled. He adjusted the stocks and raised the top part enough that she could put her head through as well as both wrists. Her belly twisted as he closed it so that she was locked in. There was no way to move.

  “I love the helpless look of you bent over with your ass in the perfect position to take you just like this.” He slowly stroked her ass cheek and she shivered from desire.

  He trailed his fingers down the sides of her legs, teasing her, taunting her. Then he secured her ankles in the rings at the base, her legs parted. He could do anything with her in that position, including taking her from behind.

  A highly desirous proposition.

  He moved in front of her and crouched so that he could meet her gaze. “I love the helplessness in your eyes, but the sign of trust, too. Your trust in me excites me.”

  She loved that he liked how she looked and the way that he talked to her the whole time he had been securing her.

  As she watched, he took off his suit jacket and laid it aside on one of the benches, then his dress shirt followed. He removed his shoes and socks next. She watched, hungry for him as he stripped off his slacks, leaving him in boxer briefs. There was something so hot about her being secured and played with by Zach while he was still in a suit and a tie, but it was time for those clothes to be gone.

  Nice.

  He had such a powerful body, his muscles sleek and solid. He walked into a closet and returned. He was wearing black leather pants now. They looked so good on his muscular body, his trim hips and his athletic thighs. His cock was a hard ridge behind the leather.

  His expression was intense, almost fierce as he came toward her. When he reached her, he unlaced the leather tie on his pants and let his cock and balls out. The sight caused the ache between her thighs to increase. He moved his erection against the ring gag, through her parted lips.

  “Suck my cock, Christy,” he ordered.

  She couldn’t have done anything but obey as he slid his erection through the O-ring and into her mouth.

  His cock was thick and long and she loved sucking it as he moved his hips against her face. She loved his scent, his taste. She wished she could touch him, but she could do nothing else. It felt so erotic being used for his pleasure.

  “Good girl.” He drew his cock out of her mouth then tucked himself back into his leather pants and tied it again.

  With her being in the stocks, she couldn’t see well but she was able to watch the lower part of him walk to his wall of devices.

  He opened one of the drawers and brought out what looked like some kind of leather harness with big silver rings, then returned to her. He crouched down in front of her.

  “Beautiful.” He brushed her hair from her face and kissed the corner of her mouth.

  He moved away and went behind her then started fastening leather straps around her waist and through her legs.

  And then she realized what else he’s been carrying—a butt plug. He pressed it against her anus and started to gently push. This plug felt bigger than the one on the saddle and she held her breath as he slowly pushed it in. She tried to relax but it was so hard. Again it burned and her eyes watered until it was fully inside her. He secured the straps and they held the plug in tight.

  “Now,” he said, “we will make this a little more snug.”

  She could see him in the mirror on the wall as he reached for the little rubber bulb pump hanging out the back of the plug. He squeezed it slowly three times. Each time she could feel the plug filling up in her ass.

  She moaned through the gag.

  “That should be enough.” He patted her ass. “Can’t get that out, can you? “

  She wanted to say, “Are you kidding me? Get it out?”

  He had her. Helpless, gagged, and plugged.

  Yet at the same time it started to feel good. An extension of him as he had described it, as if it was him taking her in the ass.

  He reached down and tightened the nipple nooses and she groaned from the increased pain. Then he bent to kiss her lips around the gag.

  She watched as he moved back to the wall.

  A flurry of excitement went through her at the thought that she was really doing this, really doing it with Zach. So far everything had been amazing.

  He stopped to take a few pictures and it made her ache even more between her thighs. Something about it felt so naughty—she loved it.

  After he set down the camera, he came toward her with a flogger.

  Her anticipation turned to nervousness. Yes, she was really doing this and about to get flogged.

  “I want to see you pink.” When he reached her, he started caressing her body with the flogger’s strips of soft leather. “Just for me.”

  Chapter 8

  Christy shivered from the erotic sensation of Zach teasing her with the flogger, as she stood bent over and secured for him to do what he wanted to with her.

/>   He went in front of her and crouched again so that she could see his face. “I told you there would be consequences for not obeying me immediately. Now you will be reminded so that you never do it again.”

  Zach started using the flogger on her in a way that told her he knew really well what he was doing. At first it didn’t feel bad at all. But then after he concentrated on one area for a bit it started to burn and sting. A part of her thought how interesting that the pain turned into pleasure when he stopped flogging one part of her. But then he started it all over again on another part of her body and it stung and burned like crazy.

  Tears wet her eyes from the harsh sting all over her backside, but she was also excited beyond what she had imagined.

  “Good girl.” When he was finished, he tossed aside the flogger running his hands over her body that felt hot everywhere a strap had touched. Then he slipped his fingers into her folds.

  She caught her breath and squirmed against his hand, wanting him to continue. It felt so good. She was so sensitive, so close…

  “That’s enough.” He moved his hand away and stopped touching her clit. “If you thought the flogger was bad, that’s nothing compared to what I’ll do if you come before I say you can.”

  A niggling of fear crept in, but she pushed it aside.

  He took her out of the stocks. She felt relief that she was no longer stretched out and secured so tightly. He left the butt plug, the harness holding it in snugly. She could feel the continued pressure.

  “How do you like it?” he asked after he removed the ring gag.

  “I’ve never been so excited.” She found it hard to explain how amazing it had been so far. “I love it. It’s better than I ever imagined.”

  He kissed her long and slow and she sighed as he stepped back and walked to the drawers.

  As she waited, he retrieved the same leather ankle and wrist cuffs that he had used on her last night, as well as a ball gag, and he returned. The rings on the cuffs jingled as he put them on her.

  From inserting the new gag to putting on her cuffs, everything he did was sensual and slow, heightening her arousal that mixed with the small amount of fear she was experiencing.

  Next he retrieved a thick leather collar with O-rings on it and secured that around her neck. She thought about all of the women she had seen and what had been done to them, and how much she had wanted to try those things. She was finally getting her wish. And she was getting it with Zach.

  “How are you doing?” He moved in front of her and palmed her breasts, then pinched her nipples that still had the nipple nooses on them.

  With the ball gag in, all she could do was wince and nod.

  “On your knees on the mat.” He guided her down, keeping her from falling as he did so. “Now lean forward so that you are on your shoulders, knees under you.” He helped her so she would not fall forward. “Put your arms between your legs.”

  She wasn’t sure what he meant but he helped her, having her lean forward so that she was on her haunches, her face to the mat, and her arms between her legs. He took off the lock that had held the two cuffs together, freeing her for a moment.

  But then he said, “Put your arms through your legs and touch your ankles.”

  She had no idea what he meant.

  He took one of her arms by her wrist and moved it down so that it was between her thighs. And then he forced her to move her arm down more, which caused her to have to lie on her shoulder. Then he locked her wrist to her ankle he did the same with her other wrist and ankle.

  She was in the most vulnerable position she had ever been in her life. She couldn’t move anything, her ass was up in the air, and her thighs spread wide.

  “How are you feeling?” He stroked her shoulder. “Do you like being my toy to do whatever I want to?”

  She nodded, her cheek rubbing against the mat, her hair over her face. It was all so bizarre yet it was amazing how it felt to be his toy.

  He palmed her butt cheeks. “Look at this fine ass. I should take you just like this. Would you like that?”

  Yes…she would love it.

  She nodded and groaned. “Uhummph.”

  “You’ll have to wait a little longer for that.” He patted her ass. “But, I have something else in mind that you will love.”

  She couldn’t see anything but she heard a buzzing sound and then something placed against her pussy. A vibrator. Not just any vibrator but the mother of all vibrators. One that was so amazing she was sure she was going to come almost at once.

  “How is that?” He moved the vibrator over her clit. “Do you like that?”

  She nodded. She looooved it. She could feel an orgasm charging forward, coming closer and closer—

  “Don’t come, Christy,” he said. “Not until I give you permission.”

  Again? Is he crazy—?

  The vibrator stopped. “Can’t have you coming too soon.”

  No. Don’t stop. She wanted to scream. That was the third time he had denied her an orgasm. All she could do was make sounds behind the gag that made no sense. Her body throbbed, her clit so sensitive that it seemed like the slightest touch would set it off. He continued to bring her close to orgasm and then stopping before starting again. Her groans of excitement told him when to back off.

  After five minutes of the little orgasm denial game, he unlocked her wrists from her ankles and relief made her limp. Still she needed an orgasm so badly that her body felt like she might come undone.

  She felt lightheaded as he helped her to her feet and directed her to the toy wall again. There he took off her wrist and ankle cuffs and replaced them with different kinds of cuffs that she had seen before but couldn’t remember where. He also put a wide belt around her waist then added thigh cuffs. There were big O-rings on everything.

  He went to another drawer and took out a hair tie then returned and jerked her head back as he gathered her hair in a tight ponytail.

  When he finished, he grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back as he kissed her at the corner of her mouth, and he pressed his rigid cock against her belly.

  Then he led her over to the corner where the black ropes were hanging down from the pulleys. Now she remembered where she had seen the special cuffs. They were suspension cuffs.

  He guided her toward the ropes that hung over a mat then paused to trail kisses along her jaw to her ear. He nipped her ear and her entire body felt like it was a mass of nerves, and every touch sent sensations straight between her thighs.

  “Lie on your belly on the mat,” he said as he drew away.

  When she was lying facedown, he pulled her arms back and attached her wrist cuffs to her ankle cuffs in a hogtie. Then he started attaching ropes with heavy clips to the cuffs, including her thighs and her waist and he added a torso harness also.

  What was he going to do now? Her heart beat faster. She loved the anticipation, the wondering. Trusting him.

  “I love how you are handling everything.” He caressed her shoulder and kissed the top of her head before getting up.

  He went to the wall and pressed a button. She caught her breath as the pulleys raised her up, slowly, until she was about three feet from the floor. It was a wild feeling hanging from a beam in the exposed ceiling.

  When she was suspended, he moved in front of her. “Do you like this?

  She couldn’t nod so she made an affirmative sound.

  “Do you want more?” he asked.

  Again she made a sound meaning yes!

  He grabbed his camera and took multiple shots of her from all angles.

  Again he set the camera aside and he untied the leather tie on his pants. He grabbed her by her ponytail, pulling her closer and undid the buckle on the ball gag and dropped it on the floor. He pressed his cock against her lips and she opened her mouth and he slid his cock in. He grasped her head and she bounced back and forth in the air as he moved her up and down his cock.

  “Damn, but I love your mouth.” He pulled out. “If I didn’t ha
ve something better in mind I would come right now and you’d swallow every drop of my come. Wouldn’t you,” he stated.

  Another affirmative sound as she sucked his cock. She would love to do that, love to do anything for him.

  He moved away then came up from behind her, placed his hands on her ass, and pushed.

  She gave a little cry of surprise and her head spun, and she felt almost dizzy. Yet free and exhilarating, too, and she wondered if that might be what it felt like to fly.

  He pushed her back and forth like she was on a kids’ swing, only in a much different position. In the mirrors she saw herself swinging and what she looked like with only her stockings on. Seeing herself like that made things even more erotic.

  Another swing and then he caught her by her thighs from behind and held her still. He spread her thighs, grabbed her by her hips, and drove his cock inside her.

  Her eyes felt like they were going to cross from the amazing feeling of him fucking her while she was suspended in midair. She moved back and forth in the air as he took her hard from behind, the sound of their bodies meeting a rhythmic slap.

  She was so sensitized from all that he’d done to her and she could feel her orgasm bearing down on her like a landslide. It felt like every one of her senses was cut off except for feeling him pounding inside of her and the orgasm that was coming faster and faster toward her.

  “Don’t come, Christy.” He continued to slam into her. “Remember, consequences.”

  By then she didn’t care. She needed to come so badly and there was no way she could go back now. Her orgasm slammed into her. Her body jerked and her core contracted around his cock. She felt him throbbing inside of her even as everything pulsated within her.

  She sagged, exhausted but happily sated, as he moved away and then he lowered her to the mat.

  He released her from the hogtie and helped her to her feet, then brought her into his arms and kissed her forehead.

  For a long moment he held her before drawing back and frowning at her. “I told you not to come.”

  “I couldn’t help it.” She gave him a pleading look.