“You’ve been imagining me in your mind well over a year. And I’ve been imagining you. So it’s not at once. It’s just we’re finally making it real.” He gave her that look that scared her most of all. “In a few moments, I’m going to make you mindless and crazy with desire in a way you’ve never felt before. And that will be far bigger than any fear or worry. All right?”
“Okay.” She swallowed. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Because I’ve got you restrained where you can’t run, you’re going to hear me say this for the first time, but it sure as hell isn’t going to be the last. As much as you deny it, you know exactly what kind of Master I am. I don’t say something important unless I’ve given it a great deal of thought, from every angle. You’re what I want, not just until I find the next pretty face. I love you, and you better get used to that, and everything it means.”
He’d been so absorbed in his invention, she hadn’t been expecting such a declaration, though even if she’d had some type of warning, she didn’t think it would have prepared her. As she stared at him, stunned, he leaned forward, dropped a provocative kiss on the rise of her breast before he raised his head, his face inches from hers. His intense gaze registered her gasp, the widening of her eyes as he slid his hand down over her p-ssy, a firm, possessive grasp rather than a caress, holding the pressure there as her heartbeat quickened, the pulse of her * fluttering wildly against his touch. “You don’t believe me now,” he said quietly. “But I’ll have plenty of time to punish that doubt out of your head. A lifetime.”
Did he understand how knocking her off her axis like this could dredge up the debris of her life? Maybe he did, because he’d chosen to tell her now when, as he’d pointed out, he’d restrained her so she couldn’t run. Before she could find words, he rose, returning to his monitor. “Now, focus on the book. Let that take your mind wherever it will. Instead of getting bogged down in thoughts and emotions you don’t want to deal with right now, that you don’t have to deal with right now, start imagining something else.”
He’d given her an out she was more than willing to take, dangerous as she knew that could be. But the lights were dimming, putting the platform in the spotlight and Jon in the shadows. As that happened, the white pages of the book shimmered, an electronic tablet. It had a similar theme to the Kama Sutra, however, because the first image was a sketch of two people in coitus. The female was on her hands and knees, the male entering her from behind, his fingers pressed into the generous curve of her buttock. Rachel could see his cock partially entered into her, and her hair was thrown forward, her breasts hanging loose, begging to be squeezed and touched.
On the edges of the platform, vertical streams of air started up, wavering with light that formed images, making the workshop disappear entirely. Deer, bounding through a field of lavender flowers on one side… A rainbow delving into a valley… Clouds slipping away directly before her, as if she were flying.
She let out an amazed sound, watching the holographic images dance around her, but there was more. A ripple of sensation passed along her throat, her wrists, as if she was being caressed there. She tipped back her chin, feeling the sensation of it drift down her sternum, past her breasts and along her rib cage. A stroke along her hips and upper thighs, behind her knees, like a lover’s scattering of kisses, awakened her body without touching any of the more typical erogenous zones, thereby heightening their need to be touched further. As always, for her, Jon knew denial was the most powerful aphrodisiac.
Remembering his command, she returned her gaze to that tablet. Another page, this time a man on his knees, eating a woman’s p-ssy. Both beautiful, sexy and sensual figures, absorbed in what they were doing. While she lay on her back, her legs were pointed straight up and crossed at the ankles, a rope attached to a ceiling hook holding them in that position. It reminded Rachel of the Legs-Up-The-Wall pose, or viparita karani. Her arms were stretched out to either side of her, each wrist held by another man, both naked. All three were fully erect, implying that each would have his turn with her.
Her p-ssy contracted, and then she gasped, because it wasn’t coming from her, not exactly. The picture helped her easily identify what she was feeling. It felt as if a man was stroking her with his tongue, teasing her *, then sliding down from there to push his tongue inside of her, lap and lick, thrust, getting her ready for his cock. Arching up into the feeling, she found the restriction was not limited to her ankles or wrists, but included her back and thighs as well. She was totally immobilized, except for her head and neck, her tightly curling fingers and toes.
Now it felt like a man’s hands were caressing her lower back, another’s sliding along her throat. The soles of her feet were being teased by nibbling lips, though the body suit only came to her ankles. The pressure points being stimulated were awakening other parts of her, things that had no sensors on them all. It increased the sense of helplessness, the feel of being totally, deliciously out of control. He could do anything to her. She could die of pleasure here. Her body was making tiny jerks, her mind spiraling among all the different sensations, her p-ssy throbbing hard. She felt like kundalini energy from the strong sacral chakra was dancing through her body in a swirl of deep ginger color. It coated her skin, engaged her mind and deeper.
He’d told her he loved her, had known how deeply that would disturb her, and yet now he was wrapping it up in this, something impossible, magical, a near out-of-body experience that was happening in her body, because the last thing she wanted to do was leave her body at the moment. It made the impossible possible, and she realized how clever he was. She didn’t have the brain cells to resist it, or him.
Her nipples began to tingle and then respond as if being pinched by unseen fingers, stroked, plucked. “Oh…” she cried out as the sensors he’d put in her anus came to life as well. It was as if a man’s thick finger, lubricated and ready, had slid into her there while his mouth was so busy at her p-ssy, more hands and mouths on her nipples. Suckling, teasing, as other places were stroked, gripped and pulled. She snapped her head back on her shoulders, then rocked it forward, her hair tangling around her face. The book had changed to match the image she was feeling. Two men, taking a woman from the front and behind, as others closed in, pressing a kiss along her thigh, sucking her fingers, biting her throat.
This time it was a scream he wrested from her, as those sensations descended upon her in full force, engaging her imagination and taking it even further. The tongue was replaced by a definite penetration, a sense of a man’s cock stretching her, his testicles pushing down on the outside, his cock stretching her enough her * felt the pressure, the friction. At that same moment, the finger now deep inside her rectum withdrew…she felt it withdraw, and then it was replaced. Burning, as if a thick cock had pushed into her from behind, taking her ass at the same time another man took her p-ssy.
The suckling feeling on her nipples increased, as did the sense that a hand was closed on her throat, holding her, reminding her she was her Master’s slave, all of this done by his will. The stimulation was incredible, overpowering, overwhelming. She was vibrating in the chair, responding to the thrusts, even if she couldn’t move much.