He clipped another leather strip to the ring in the front of the collar. Her breasts were fitted into leather demi-cups, so they rested on padded leather seats. He sucked on first her right nipple and then her left, elongating them, and sliding each nipple between two forks she couldn’t see. The sensation wasn’t one of pinching. She couldn’t see what it was and had no idea what to think.
Hands at her waist, Elie guided her to the machine sitting in the middle of the mat where the coffee table had been. “You’re going to put your leg over the saddle and lower yourself right down on the dildo.”
Her heart jumped. She made the mistake of trying to look down and a jolt of fiery pain flashed through her nerve endings. A crop smacked the top of her breasts, the sting sending liquid flames racing through her body.
“You’re forgetting your posture, mon petit jouet très sale, and we haven’t even started. I have plans for my own pleasure, and if I have to stop every few minutes to correct you, I won’t be pleased.” While he spoke, his fingers slid between her legs to test her readiness. His lips pressed against her ear. “So slick, ma chatte.”
The more he talked dirty to her, the more her body responded. Brielle’s entire body was in goose bumps, endorphins already reacting as Elie lifted her carefully, guiding her leg over the saddle, and lowering her onto the thick length of the mechanical cock slowly. It felt almost an exact replica of his. The girth and length filling and stretching her. Her high heels tucked into stirrups and her knees gripped the saddle.
“Only your core strength and posture will keep you where you belong.” Elie came into view, naked now, his powerful body as aroused as hers. He placed a leather riding crop on the arm of his chair and a leather riding quirt beside it. Both were made of the same heavy-duty black leather as the cuffs and collar she was wearing. The sight of both sent hot blood rushing through her.
He sank into the chair and casually picked up a bottle of lotion, the one she knew was edible and tasted a little like cinnamon. In his other hand was a remote. The machine began to move, making her gasp. She had to get the rhythm of it, gripping it with her knees, as it went through the motions of a horse walking, then beginning to trot.
With her hands behind her back, she had to use her muscles to stay in the saddle and keep her perfect posture using only her core and knees. Her gaze never left the slide of Elie’s fist as it glistened over his thick, long, mouthwatering shaft. She had the horse down now, and she could match the movements with her body, so she could give complete concentration to worshiping the shape and size of her man’s cock.
Without warning, the dildo in her began to move, not slow, but using rapid, hard, deep strokes that took her breath and sent streaks of fiery electricity running along every nerve ending. She nearly toppled out of the saddle and only at the last minute was able to catch herself. The change in posture sent pain flashing through her. Instantly, the crop was smacking her breasts, the upper curves and sides, adding more flames racing through her until her body exploded and she cried out as the first orgasm rushed over her. It was powerful and seemed to move through every part of her so that she gasped for breath, desperate to find a moment to slow down what was happening.
Elie settled back in his chair and once more began fisting his cock as though nothing had happened. He didn’t acknowledge that she had an orgasm, or that the machine was trotting a little faster now so she had to adjust her rhythm to it. The dildo was relentless, slowing for a moment and then surging into her so there was no way to know what it was going to do next. Her body began to coil tighter and tighter all over again.
Brielle was in heaven and hell. If she moved wrong, pain flashed through her. Exquisite, perfect pain. She didn’t dare lose her posture. She didn’t want to topple out of the saddle. She couldn’t get away from the pounding cock in her and she was already moving with the horse. Another orgasm was building and watching Elie’s tight fist wrapped around his cock was so sexy. She wanted him in her mouth. She needed him there. She could already taste him.
Without warning, the small clips on her nipples began to vibrate. Really vibrate, stimulating them, sending waves of sensations through her body. She cried out and pulled back without thinking. There was nowhere to go and the thick collar didn’t allow for moving that way. She received the collar’s sharp correction of pain along her nerve endings and this time the riding quirt fell across her breasts, her belly and then the tops of her thighs.
The cock in her pounded hard and deep and the horse began to gallop. Her body exploded into another mind-numbing orgasm. This one went on and on, powerful and almost frightening in its intensity. Stars and colors burst behind her eyes. Her mouth opened into a silent scream, the only way to release the wild craziness in her that never seemed to be sated unless Elie gave her these surprises.