The handsome man grins then, his blue eyes flashing like a predator who’s just ensnared his prey.
“I knew you’d make the right decision, Renee. In fact, we’ll begin at this very moment. Come with me, sweetheart. Let’s get you prepped upstairs, and then the challenge begins.”
With that, I follow him up the stairs to the second level, my eyes fixed on his broad back. OMG, is this really happening? Am I going to stretch myself out in front of this handsome man’s eyes? Yet I already know the answer, and the truth is that I can’t wait.
4
Renee
We step onto the second-floor landing, and Bridge turns to smile lasciviously, almost like a beast baring its teeth.
“I think you’ll enjoy this challenge, Renee,” he says in a throaty tone. “Something tells me you’ll love it, in fact.”
I have no idea what to say because is he calling me a slut? But before I can formulate a reply, he takes hold of my elbow and leads me down the hall to the last door on the left. The door swings open to show off an enormous bedroom with a huge king size inside, made up with crisp linen sheets. Heavy oak furniture is scattered about the room, and I can see the entrance to an en suite on the right.
My breath catches and he grins. “Don’t worry, we won’t be using the bed just yet. Instead, I have this,” he says, walking to a corner of the room before dragging a long, thin wood bench to the middle of the room. Yet it can’t be a bench because the seat is only about six inches wide. Who could fit on a seat so small?
“Why do we need this?” I ask, eyeing it warily.
Bridge grins, and this time his smile is knowing as he rubs his fingers along the dark sheen of the wood.
“To hold the dildos, of course. We’re going to use upright dildos, honey, the kind with suctions at one end. I’ll plop them onto here, and they’re going to stick straight up towards the ceiling. Then you’ll lower yourself onto them one by one of course. It makes for a wonderful view,” he says in a throaty voice.
Holy fuck. For some reason, I thought I’d be on my back with my legs open, pushing these toys into myself one by one as Bridge watches. But instead, it seems he wants to witness the filth from another angle.
My flush deepens. “Oh,” is all I manage to say, feeling considerably embarrassed. This situation is clearly spinning out of control now, if it wasn’t already.
He licks his lips, reading my mind.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?”
I’m trembling inside and out. Has Bridge ever done this with other women? I don’t want to know the answer to that because maybe he does this all the time with bad girls from Sanctuary, and I’m only the latest in a long string of miscreants. Yet somehow, I want my punishment to be between us, like it’s something special. God, what am I thinking? Have I gone crazy? I shake my head and swallow thickly.
“Yes, I’m ready,” is my whisper.
He nods, his big body hard.
“Then take off your clothes, Renee,” he growls, those blue eyes raking over my curves. “Let me see.”
With trembling hands, I obey. Slowly, I pull my t-shirt over my head and then unfasten the miniskirt before letting the denim fall to the floor. My socks and sneakers are next so that I’m clad before the church elder in nothing but my white cotton bra and panties. My breasts heave as I struggle to breathe, and my inner core heats in anticipation. But Bridge wants more.
“Take it all off, Renee,” the older man commands in a raspy voice even as his eyes slide over my form. “I want everything.”
Trembling, I obey again. A shiver courses down my spine as I unclasp my bra, letting my creamy curves drop out, before sliding my panties down my legs. A long stream of fluid connects the gusset of the panties to my pussy and hurriedly, I break it with one finger, hoping that Bridge didn’t see. But the older man notices everything, and merely smiles again, blue eyes fierce as he licks his lips.
“Good girl,” he rumbles.
But instead of touching me, he makes his way to a wooden chest at the side of his room and opens it before digging a bit inside. Then, he pulls out four dildos before turning my way. I gasp because this is intimidating. All four are black and girthy, although they differ in length. The smallest is probably only about three inches long, the next five, the next seven, and the final, a full nine inches. All of them have bulging veins along the sides, as well as anatomically-correct helmets, complete with a small hole at the very top.
“They can even ejaculate,” Bridge says in a casual tone. “I just have to set them up with the tubes, bags, and remotes they came with.”
I stare at him again, my skin on fire.
“Seriously?” is my whisper.
He grins while beginning to attach them one by one to the bench, using the suctions at the end.
“Yep, these are full service dildos,” he says in a conversational tone, as if we’re talking about the weather. “They come with a special tube and holding pouch that can be filled with fluid. Then when the time comes, I can press a button on the remote and the toy will spurt, much the way a real man does when climaxing.”