"Yes Sir." She turned and started to walk away, her chains making gentle sounds against her skin.
"And Bridget," Brad added. "One of those Cuban cigars."
"What’s a Sibion?" I asked as he led me down the hall to our room.
"Patience, my dear."
Once inside the room, Brad set about his plan. He opened one of the bedside drawers and removed a rope with cuffs at the end. Pulling a chair into the middle of the room, he stood and hooked the end of the rope onto a metal eyelet in the ceiling. I was amazed that I had never even noticed it there.
"Come here." He nodded to me and I walked toward him.
"Let’s see how these feel."
The cuffs were fur lined and he tightened them twice to ensure that I couldn’t pull my wrists out of them.
"Are they okay?" He held the rope tight as I pulled against it.
"Yes, they’re fine."
There was a gentle knock on the door.
"Enter!" called Brad.
Bridget carried in a device that looked like a saddle with an electrical cord attached to it. A smaller box was filled with various attachments.
"Your cigar, Sir," she said, handing him the last item.
"Thank you, my dear. You’ve been most helpful."
After she left, Brad searched through the box and brought out one of the larger dildos and connected it to the Sibion. He plugged it into the wall and then placed it between my legs. Next he went to the drawer and removed a bottle of lubricant and coated the dildo.
"Kneel down," he instructed, releasing the tautness of the rope.
"On that?" I nodded toward the dildo.
"Of course," he smiled.
Straddling the saddle, I got on my knees and then eased myself down onto the dildo. It was firm, yet pliable as it entered.
"How does that feel?"
"Very full," I laughed.
Brad pulled the rope tighter so my arms were straight over my head. He secured it tightly and then went over to the drawer and removed a blindfold.
"I love how you look in this," he whispered, placing it over my eyes. My world was dark once again. There was something safe, and yet scary about it.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Ready for what?"
The saddle started vibrating, first slow and then faster.
"Ooh.." I giggled, feeling the vibration against my clit when I moved forward.
Brad opened the window and soon I smelled the sweet odor of his cigar. The chair creaked slightly and I imagined him sitting by the window watching me.
The dildo started moving in a circular rotation, alternating in speed of slow and then fast. I wondered if the speed was controlled by Brad or if it was just the way the machine worked.
"Show me how you come, Joni." Brad’s voice was low and soft.
The dildo changed it’s direction and went up and down instead of circular.
"Oh...mmm..." I bit my lip and moved as far forward as the rope would let me, getting the vibration of the saddle on my clit.
"That’s it," whispered Brad. "Come for me."
"It feels so good," I moaned.
"Come on," he encouraged. "Show me how you come."
He increased the speed of the vibration and dildo and I knew I couldn’t wait much longer.
"Oh, help me," I whimpered.
"That’s a good girl," he whispered. "Come."
The orgasm was intense as it started deep inside and shook me in waves as I screamed.
"Oh, make it stop," I panted, feeling the sensitivity of the orgasm.
"No, I want you to come again."
"I can’t," I cried, trying to lift myself off of the dildo.
"Yes, you can," insisted Brad, who had come to stand in front of me. "Open your mouth and receive me."
For his cock, I would endure more of the Sibion. I settled back down on the dildo and opened my mouth. He caressed my lips with is cock, which was already hard from watching me.
"Do you have any idea how much you turn me on?" he whispered.
I couldn’t answer when he moved his cock into my mouth and instructed me to suck it. I was so eager to take him in, to bring him even a fraction of the pleasure he had given me. He moaned quietly while I ministered to his cock with my mouth.
"Come while your sucking me," he whispered. "Scream all over my cock with your pleasure."
I was going to too. I didn’t think I could come again so soon, but the Sibion had a mind of its own as it fucked me. I started to whimper and choke as the orgasm rose, but Brad kept his cock deep in my mouth.
"Give it to me," he demanded. "Come for me."
My screams were muffled by his cock and the sweet taste of his precum announcing his readiness to come.
"Oh God," he groaned, pulling his cock out of my mouth. "Now you shall have me."
"Please stop this thing," I whimpered. If it weren’t for the rope pulling me up, I would have surely fallen to the floor.
"Not yet." I heard the sound of him putting condom on. "We’re going to ride double this time."
"What do you mean?"
My question was quickly answered when he knelt behind me and squirted lube on my ass.
"Oh God, Brad. I don’t know if I can take you and this thing."
"Let’s see how you do."
He stopped the dildo from plunging in and out as he positioned himself behind me. Only the vibration of the saddle continued.
"Relax," he whispered, pressing his cock against my opening. Slowly, he teased my ass, putting it in a little bit at a time. I found myself pressing back for more.
"Yes, you’re ready for me." He put one arm around my chest and played with the nipple as he pressed his cock in further.
"Oh God!" I screamed as it made its way inside of me. He didn’t move, but gave me a moment to adjust.
"Let’s see how this feels." The dildo started to penetrate slowly.
"Oh God!" I was breathing hard, trying to relax and let them both take me.
"You’re all mine, Joni." Brad cupped each breast as he held my body in his clutches. His cock was deep inside of my ass, penetrating at the same speed as the dildo.
"One more... give me one more and I’ll come with you."
"Help me," I whimpered.
He bent me forward, pressing my clit against the vibrating saddle. That was all I needed to come again. My vaginal muscles seemed to grip and release in a rhythm of their own as the orgasm shook me. I was crying from the intensity as Brad came inside of me bellowing deep grunts of pleasure.
He turned off the vibrator and dildo and held me, his cock still jerking inside of me.
"It’s okay," he whispered, holding me tight.
I couldn’t stop crying. It was as if a damn had broken and the floods had been released.
"I’m okay," I managed to say. "I just need to cry."
He held me as he unfastened the cuffs at my wrists, kissing the back of my neck as he worked. He pulled his cock gently out of my ass and helped me to stand. My knees ached from the long ride on the Sibion. He took the blindfold off and told me to go lie down on the bed while he went into the bathroom.
My crying had subsided by the time he pulled me into his arms under the covers. He didn’t ask what the tears were about, he just held me. I wasn’t even sure I knew what they were about. It was just a release. A letting go.
"Sleep now," he whispered.