I opened the door and flipped on the lights. She shuddered and took a step back, her eyes fixing on the spanking bench. Maybe I’d made a mistake in pushing her so hard for her first punishment. It was time to teach her to crave being brought into my playroom.
“No, cosita,” I chided her for her hesitance and wrapped my arm around my waist, guiding her forward. “We’re not using the bench today,” I promised, leading her farther into the room. I pointed at the black, curved device that was built for her to straddle while on her knees. “Do you know what this is? You have my permission to speak.”
“A Sybian,” she answered immediately.
Satisfaction curved my lips. “Such a clever, kinky virgin.”
“But I can’t…” Her cheeks flushed crimson. “There’s not a dildo attached.”
My little virgin had certainly done her research. How depraved was the pornography that she preferred? Probably not half as perverted as the things I planned to do to her.
“My fingers and my cock will stretch your tight little pussy before I put anything else inside you. The vibrations will be strong enough that you’ll feel it everywhere. Your clit, your pussy, your ass. I don’t need to fill you with a fake cock to make you scream in pleasure.”
She swallowed, her cheeks glowing brighter. “That… That sounds…intense.”
Her gaze fell to my erection, which was clearly visible through my slacks. Our kiss had aroused me, and anticipation of her hot, untried mouth around my cock kept me hard.
“I won’t be able to fit… It won’t fit,” she mumbled, staring at the bulge.
I smothered my amusement. I didn’t want her to think I was laughing at her inexperience, but I did find her embarrassment adorable. Such a kinky girl to be so shy about saying the word cock.
“We’ll go slow,” I told her. “You can take me. You will learn.”
Her chin lifted slightly. “And if I say no?”
I met her challenge with a level stare. “Are you saying no?”
“I… I’m nervous. I mean, you’re so big. And I’ve never… I don’t know…”
I captured her lips with mine before her nerves could overwhelm her. The kiss lasted for several minutes, until I was certain her mind had quieted. The anxious tension eased from her slender frame, and I allowed her space to breathe.
“You don’t have to talk anymore,” I murmured, my lips brushing her cheek in a feather-light kiss. “It’s okay to be nervous. I’ll be right here to tell you what to do.”
She nodded, her crystalline eyes shining with relief.
I grasped her upper arms, guiding her down so she straddled the Sybian. “On your knees.”
She moved with uncharacteristic grace, her body supple as I positioned her where I wanted her.
“So beautiful,” I praised as she settled down onto the machine. The sight of her on her knees before me made my cock throb. She’d never been more alluring, not even suspended in my ropes. Her eyes were clear of fear or worry; she simply looked up at me, waiting for what I would tell her to do next. Her serene expression could almost be mistaken for one of absolute trust.
She didn’t trust me. Not fully. Not yet.
I didn’t think she’d try to rise up off the Sybian once I turned it on, but after her first orgasm, she might try to squirm away for relief from the relentless sensations. Flooding her system with ecstasy was a key component in my plan. After this session, her pussy would grow wet at just the thought of my cock in her mouth.
I strapped her down on the machine, so she couldn’t escape the stimulation. When her ankles were cuffed and locked in place, I secured her arms above her head. Another pair of cuffs dangled from a chain bolted into the ceiling. It only took a few seconds to buckle them around her wrists, effectively shackling her in place for erotic torment.
She didn’t struggle or protest. If anyt
hing, she seemed curious, her sky-blue eyes watching me as I locked her where I wanted her.
Was she interested in the effects of the Sybian after watching her porn? Or was she secretly curious about what it would be like to taste my cock?
The idea didn’t seem to disgust her. If anything, her nervousness about taking me in her mouth had pertained to her physical ability to accept all of me. She’d been embarrassed about her inexperience.
I would thoroughly enjoy teaching her how to bring me pleasure.
Keeping her locked in my gaze, I reached into my pocket and pressed the button on the small remote that controlled the Sybian.