That somehow helped. She had a say.
“What are you going to do…to me?” And saying it that way, saying to me put the control back in his hands. She didn’t mind. Her * clenched at the flare of lust in his eyes.
“I’m going to shave your little * until it’s smooth as a gun barrel. And then I’m going to fuck you there. Does that suit you?”
Oh, yes.
She quivered and got her mouth working enough to say, in a voice that shook and dropped into a whisper at odd moments, “It suits me, though…we could’ve done this elsewhere.”
His brow furrowed at that. “You think so?” Then he leaned over and fisted her hair, biting her neck in a most rapacious way, up into the hollow beneath her chin. His hand wandered between her strapped-open legs, and his fingers speared through her juices, into her entrance, and deep into her tunnel.
“Unh.” The suddenness shocked her. Today, slow and steady had gone out the window. Though hopefully not through the one at their feet.
He hooked those fingers upward, pumping, discovering some new delicious spot. She gasped and arched her back against the leather strap. Another pump lingered on that spot, and she writhed, wanting those fingers moving. More. When he stopped and pulled out his fingers, then stood, merely watching her, she blinked up at him, openmouthed.
He smiled. “I think this way is worth it, and so do you.”
All that to prove his point? Oh. The spot inside her pulsed. Maybe I should argue some more.
Then he ducked away and came back with yet another device made by Henry—all metal and glass and cogs going clickety click. After an alarming glimpse of a row of little jaws at the front, she could only endure as Theo hooked up a long air pressure hose from the wall, and proceeded to shave her *.
The cold metal teeth made her jump as they cut her pubic hair. With her legs tied in a V, he could see everything down there.
He continually played with her clit and * and sometimes dipped a moistened finger into her nether hole while peering up to see how she was doing—still with a smug look on his face—and that only made her squirm and squeal. The man was insufferable, and now, she ached so much down there, she would explode if he didn’t let her come soon.
“There,” he declared. “Done. Now that looks so pretty and…hmm.” He slid a moistened finger along and over the swollen bump of her clit. “Yes. Ready for me.”
Panting, she craned her neck to see where he went and what he did.
The device set aside, Theo approached to stand beside her head and retrieve a leather strap from somewhere beneath. He laid it across her mouth, settled it between her lips, and buckled it down, pressing her head back into the padding and effectively gagging her.
She poked her tongue against the leather, swallowed. Why did he gag her?
But he said nothing and went over to the crank mechanism. She stared upward. The ceiling looked a long way away.
“Prepare for another move, dear. You can’t fall off, so relax.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. What is this? Musical crosses?
The beams under her tilted sideways until she looked at wall, not ceiling, and then kept on rotating until the cross stopped with her looking down at the glass, watching clouds curl past below. The leather gag took the weight of her head, pressing at the corners of her lips.
Freakin’ hells and heavens above. She was upside down, and the only things holding her on were the chains and the straps on her body and spread limbs. She heard clothing being unbuttoned and tossed away, heard footsteps, and saw Theo’s bare legs back there, between her legs, his hands under her thighs.
“I don’t think you need arousing, do you?”
Those words sounded ominous. She tried to talk, but only a gargled sound emerged.
He thrust into her in one long move that threatened to split her in two. Joy, not pain, made her clamp down on him. The pleasure ratcheted up as he rocked out and in, slapping into her, in time with his roving fingers squeezing her clit and stimulating her nipples. And oh, her nipples stood out like bullets, stiff and throbbing. The clouds below, the ten thousand foot drop—all was forgotten.
“Ah!” Pleasure curled like a clock spring overwound a billion turns. Scrunching hard and tight, curling up her toes, making her body twist—she’d waited so long, and he’d teased her so much she couldn’t have cared if she were upside down at the bottom of the sea. Her toes arched again. She cried out past the gag.
That was when he stopped, not the thrusting, just the movement of his fingers. He released her nipple and clit and clasped her hips for purchase, then slammed into her. Her heart drummed. Her inner thighs were slick with juices, and his legs rubbed on them as he slid down and back. She needed him.