The smile broadened. “That’s it. You got it exactly.”
She waited a beat, expecting him, now that she’d apparently learned this lesson, to let her take it out. Instead, he said, “You indicated in your questionnaire that you have no direct experience with water play, but that the idea intrigues you. Do I have that right?”
“Yes, Sir,” Skylar said, almost forgetting about the plug as she focused on his words.
“What about it intrigues you?”
“Um.” She paused, gathering her thoughts. “The helplessness, I guess. Being bound and sprayed with water seems like it would be really intense, because you can’t protect yourself.”
“Being held underwater is even more intense,” Master Caelan said, waving toward the submersion tanks. “It takes an extraordinary level of trust to give someone else such complete control over you.”
“Yes, Sir,” Skylar agreed, her heart jolting at the thought. She hugged herself protectively as she followed his gaze.
He guided her toward the back wall. “Today we’ll start with some erotic water spray torture. Stand with your back against the wall. Spread your arms and legs so I can restrain you.”
Skylar obeyed, her pulse pounding as he cuffed first her wrists and then her ankles to the manacles on the wall. The concrete was slightly rough against her bare back. She imagined the picture she must present, standing chained like a human X against the wall.
He pulled a coiled hose loose and stood in front of her, aiming the spray nozzle directly at her. “When you’re a little further along, I’ll put a hood over your head so you can’t anticipate. But for now, I’ll leave you that bit of control. The hose water’s not heated, but you’ll soon forget that. You are not to come unless or until I say so. Got that?”
“Yes, Sir.” Skylar eyed the hose dubiously, excitement warring with anxiety. It was one thing to watch water bondage online. Now that she was about to experience it firsthand, she had no idea how she would actually handle it. She pulled at her restraints, her heart beating high in her throat. She was frightened by the thought of a hard, cold stream of water hitting her body while she was unable to protect herself or resist in any way. But if she were honest, she was also incredibly turned on.
“We begin.” He pressed the trigger on the nozzle.
Skylar squealed reflexively as the cold water splashed over her abdomen. She shivered as he ran the spray over her body, droplets of water hitting her face. Then he shifted his aim, adjusting the stream so that it pulsated directly against her spread, bare cunt.
This was nothing like the anemic splash from her tub’s faucet. It felt like a dozen fingers, teasing, stroking and stimulating her. She shivered as she struggled to catch her breath.
As the water pummeled her sex, the intensity mounted. “Oh,” she cried out, trembling with the effort of staving off the inevitable. “I can’t…” she panted. “It’s like pins and needles and wet kisses and… oooh…”
The pleasure tipped over into something approaching pain. It was too much. She needed it to stop. It had to stop or she would lose all control. Her safeword rose in her throat, very nearly escaping her lips. But no. She wasn’t in danger. And she was certain Master Caelan knew exactly what he was doing.
She tried to focus on his face. There was a dark shine in his eyes, as if a fire had been lit inside him. The bulge in his jeans was visible. It startled her to realize he must be as turned on as she was.
She tried unsuccessfully to shift away from the direct onslaught of the spray pummeling her clit. She began to shake, her body convulsing with the stimulation overload.
Please let me, please let me, she silently begged as the focused stream vibrated relentlessly against her. In spite of the chilly water, sweat trickled beneath her arms and on her forehead as she valiantly struggled to control her body’s reactions to the onslaught.
It was no use. She was going to…
“Come for me,” Master Caelan commanded.
Nearly sobbing with gratitude, Skylar obeyed.
~*~
Caelan dropped the hose and moved quickly to Skylar, who was shaking, her chest heaving. “I’m going to remove the plug now, Skylar. Just relax and it’ll pop right out.”
Standing in front of her, he reached between her legs and gripped the flared base of the plug between his fingers. “Just relax,” he repeated softly, looking down into her lovely green eyes. He tugged gently, pleased when the plug gave way and slid out easily. He dropped it into a nearby bucket for later sterilization and then quickly released her from the restraints. She sagged against the wall, nearly sliding down it before he caught her.
“Shh,” he murmured as he scooped her into his arms. The experience had been powerful, not only for her but for him. It had been thrilling to watch her move through the stages of submissive acceptance, from trepidation to stoic endurance to fully embracing the experience. He loved how sexually responsive she was, and he ached to respond in kind. He longed to cover her body with his, to kiss away the chill, to warm her from inside out with his cock.