Four Beautiful Letters (Desire Island 4)

“Oh, yeah,” she said eagerly. “That works for me.”

“Great,” Nick said. “That station over there with the swivel sling just came free. Let’s go grab it.” He slid from his stool and hoisted his gear bag onto his shoulder.

“Yum,” Sophia said eagerly, also getting to her feet. “I’ve seen those before. They’re motorized, right?”

“Yep,” Nick agreed, flashing a grin. “Round and round she goes, and where she stops, only her Dom knows.”

“Cute,” Sophia said with a grin. There was a playful side to this man. Too many guys in the scene took themselves way too seriously.

They made it to the station before anyone else got there. The swing was beautiful, made out of a single piece of black leather with attached stirrups and a chain at each corner. The chains joined together in an apex that hooked onto the motorized carabiner.

Nick placed his hands on Sophia’s shoulders. “I plan to secure you in the swing so you can’t move. I will gag and blindfold you. You will be unable to stop the scene except with a safe signal.” He studied her face, his expression serious. “Do I have your permission to take full control for the duration of the scene?”

She stared back at him, her heart doing a fluttery dance in her chest, her nipples pressing hard against her bustier. “Yes, Sir.”

Sir? Where had that come from? Sophia never went in for protocol. But somehow the honorific had slipped off her tongue of its own accord.

“Good,” he said, his eyes blazing with an inner fire that caused an answering heat to leap to life deep in her belly. “Strip out of those sexy clothes. I want you completely naked for this.”

Sophia nodded. She took off her things and set them near Nick’s gear bag. She watched with eager anticipation as he adjusted the height of the swing. He helped her up, settling her feet into the leather stirrups so that her legs were extended and spread wide.

She gripped the chains on either side of her as she watched him unzip his gear bag. He pulled out a purple silicone double penetration vibrator still in its original packaging, along with a tube of lubricant.

“Whoa,” Sophia breathed. “That thing looks pretty intense.”

Nick smiled. “It is. Do you have a problem with intense?”

“No,” she replied staunchly. After all, this was why she’d come to Desire Island—for intensity of experience. “I can handle it.”

“I’m sure you can,” Nick said with a smile. He squirted lube over both heads of the toy. “Scoot forward on the seat. I want full access to your cunt and ass.”

Sophia shifted her bottom on the smooth leather. She glanced around at the small crowd who had formed around the station. It was the same at the BDSM clubs she went to in the city. For every scene, you got an audience whether you wanted them there or not.

Crouching, Nick eased the lubricated double phalluses carefully into her cunt and ass. Aside from a flash of pain as the anal dildo fully penetrated, they went in easily. Nick clearly knew what he was doing.

Taking a step back, he said, “Since you’re in a sitting position, you should be able to keep those in. Do they feel okay? Seated properly?”

“Yeah.” The sensation of two silicone shafts inside her was actually quite pleasurable. This was going to be fun.

“Excellent,” Nick said.

He cuffed and clipped her wrists to the back two chains of the sling. Returning to the gear bag, he pulled out a rubber horse-bit gag, also in its original wrapper.

Sophia’s pulse picked up its pace. How had he known? She loved to be gagged, but hated ball gags. Bit gags were so much nicer.

As Nick buckled it around her head and fitted it into place, he said, “Remember, if you have to stop the action, use the club safe signal. You just open and close your hand in a fist. Okay?”

“Yrgg,” she mumbled against the bit, showing him the signal with her right hand.

“Now the blindfold.” He pulled a molded sleep mask from his bag of toys.

A shudder moved through Sophia’s body as he placed it over her eyes. She felt deliciously vulnerable—cuffed, gagged and blindfolded—utterly at this man’s mercy.

She gave an involuntary yelp of surprise when the dildos inside her suddenly vibrated to life. Pleasure coursed through her body, her clit throbbing from the vibrations radiating outward. Then the swing began to turn in a slow circle, adding to her sense of helpless disorientation.

Nick chuckled softly nearby. “That should be a nice distraction from the pain,” he said. “You do understand there will be pain.” It wasn’t a question.

She jerked, reflexively tightening her grip on the chains at the sudden, painful flick of something against her inner thigh. A single tail, her brain informed her. It struck again, this time on her other thigh. Again she twitched, moaning against the bit.