“You want me to sit on that?” Alicia stared down at the clear bright pink blowup chair, at the attached dick close to the front edge.  Forming a perfect circle, it reminded her of a footstool. If not for the backrest, and the gigantic cock, she could use it as a place to prop her feet while she read instead of the obvious way it was supposed to be used. “Okay, now I know you’ve lost your mind.”

Dear God, the long shaft had to be no less than eight inches. Standing proudly at attention, it beckoned her to its stiffness.

Alicia stifled a giggle at Zoey’s newest sex toy and started to turn around.

Zoey grabbed her hips and stopped her. “It wasn’t a request,” she whispered from behind her, her splayed fingers lifting Alicia’s naked breasts.

She pinched Alicia’s nipples into tight peaks, sending a lifeline of fire through her pussy.

“You only have a few more seconds of freedom. Use them wisely.” Zoey’s tongue teased her lobe, then gently sucked it between her lips before nipping.

Alicia released a startled moan, eyelids fluttering. Hearing Zoey talk like a Dominatrix should be hilarious, should send her into bouts of giggles, yet it wasn’t. It was fucking hot, something very unexpected. Zoey was working the language like she’d done her homework. Had she been reading the same books as Alicia?

A tremble of desire flicked down Alicia’s spine. “But…”

“Shhh. No more talking.” One of Zoey’s hands released her breast, slithered up her chest, under her chin, until her index and middle finger pressed against Alicia’s lips, silencing her objections.

Alicia sucked their tips between her teeth. She wrapped both her hands around Zoey’s, slurping and sucking long fingers into her mouth.

If Zoey thought she was going to chicken out, she had another thing coming. She’d been waiting for this moment for more than a week. Even if she had to fight back her laughter for the next hour, she wasn’t backing out. A promise was a promise.

Zoey groaned, gently twisted her nipple, sending shards of thrilling pain straight to Alicia’s core. “Blue balls just took on a whole new meaning,” she panted.

Alicia grinned against her fingers, and sucked, then pulled them free with a loud pop.

“On the chair. Now!” Zoey released her, gently pushing her toward the chair.

Alicia took a timid step forward, suddenly shy, and leery, just the way Zoey wanted her.

She looked over her shoulder, at her gorgeous lover for almost a year, daring her with amethyst eyes. Zoey’s square jaw tightened as she nodded for Alicia to continue.

The grin Alicia was fighting so hard to keep under control, crawled across her lips. “Zoey…”

“I won’t tell you again. Do it, Ali.”

Alicia swiped the smile from her face and turned to the chair. Its size wasn’t intimidating. It was mere plastic, and collapsible.  Yet, for some reason, Alicia felt like a child approaching the creepy closet monster waiting with dripping fangs to gobble her up, like she was stepping into a world unknown to the human race. It was definitely unknown to Zoey. Her baby wasn’t controlling, wasn’t anything like the characters in the books who dominated their heroines into complete submission.

Where the hell did she get this chair?

With a deep breath, her cunt tightening in anticipation, she took her first step.

“Good girl. Now, sit.”

Alicia smiled again. Just the sound of her lover barking orders made her want to double over with laughter. She stifled the urge and kept walking until she reached the chair.

“Yes, ma’am.” Alicia swung her leg over the chair and faced the front.

The sheer pink dick stood between her legs like a statue of promised pleasure. She grabbed the stiff cock in one hand, bounced against the seat, and roped her hand in the air. “Ride ‘em, Cowgirl.”

Zoey knelt behind the chair. “Give me your hands and stop playing.”

Alicia slowly slid her arms behind her back. “Mmm. Mama means business.”

Zoey gently crossed her hands at the small her back. Metal clanked and then cold steel snapped around her wrists. Claustrophobia tapped at her common sense. She took a steady breath and relaxed. Handcuffs weren’t going to deter her from a night of mind-blowing sex. Not today.

She drew in a ragged breath, heaving her breasts forward, and checked the tightness of the cuffs by rotating her wrists.

Zoey licked the center of her palm. “Comfy?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Do you remember the safe word?” Zoey stood and strode to the front of the chair.

“Yes, ma’am. Wolf.”

“Good. And the safe gesture, just in case you can’t keep that mouth shut?”

“Touch my chin to my shoulder.”

“Ready?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Zoey knelt and picked up a red ball gag Alicia hadn’t noticed. A black leather strap dangled from either side of Zoey’s palm. She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief, of uncertainty. “If you can keep those giggles under control, I won’t be forced to use this.”

Alicia couldn’t help it. She spurted out a giggle. “Will you flog me, too? Maybe turn me over your knee and give me a lashing?” She threw her head back and roared with laughter when Zoey cocked her brow.

Zoey stepped forward. “Open up.”

Alicia looked down at the gag. She grinned despite her need to stop. “I’ll be good, Mistress. I promise.” The sight of Zoey holding the bondage apparatus, her naked posture poised like a cop on the verge of doing a strip search, sent another chuckle rumbling through her chest. “Will you frisk me, Officer? I’m being a very, very, bad girl.”

“I’m gonna do more than frisk you. I’m going to fuck you. Hard.”

Hot damn. Alicia cleared her throat, though she could feel her giggle box ready to turn to full volume.

Alicia batted her lashes. “But, Officer, is this legal? I was only speeding a little.”

“Open – your – mouth.”

Alicia licked her lips in invitation. “Are you going to use this big cock when you fuck me?” She tightened her legs around the plastic dick, then ground her hips. “Or do you have a big, stiff, night stick?”

Zoey stepped closer, her eyes narrowing.

Alicia pasted a frightened expression on her face. “Please, Mistress. I’ll be good.”

Zoey gave her a hard stare for several seconds, then nodded and dropped the gag to the floor. “Do you remember the rules?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Say them.”

“My body belongs to you tonight. I will do as you say. I will play this game to the very end.”

“And?”

Alicia looked heaven bound. “I will come only when you say I can.”

“Good girl. Now, lean back.” Zoey knelt and shoved Alicia’s legs apart.

Alicia sucked in a deep breath, teeth tightening at the arousal of Zoey’s take-charge attitude, her pussy flaring to life at the roughness of Zoey’s touch.

She leaned back, completely vulnerable, and spread her legs wider.

Zoey grabbed the shaft of the dick, and bent the head to Alicia’s pussy, teasing her clit with the tip.

Alicia moaned and let her head fall over the backrest of the chair, fearful it would give and spill her to floor.

Fingers probed the slit of her pussy, spreading her open, and then the head of the dick was against her opening.

“You have such a pretty pussy.” Zoey ducked and slurped at her clit, pressing the head of the dick deeper inside her. “Mmmm. You taste heavenly.”

Blinded by pleasure, Alicia whipped her head from side to side, thrusting her hips against Zoey’s mouth.

Zoey unlatched herself from Alicia’s clit, leaving her pussy cold and drenched with need. She continued her small thrusts inside Alicia’s cunt, the head of the dick gliding easily against her slick walls.

It wasn’t enough. Alicia wanted more. Dear God, so much more.

She bucked her hips, mumbling incoherent words, begging with moans for satisfaction.

Zoey pulled the dick away, and stood. “It’s not time, baby. I have more toys to practice on you tonight.” She walked to the couch, lifted a flannel throw to reveal several sex toys.

Alicia gave a groan of frustration, rolling her hips against the plastic, touching her pussy with the slick cock. “Can you put them all to use, quickly?”

She widened her eyes at the display of merchandise. A deep purple strap-on dildo, a lime green butt plug, and black butt beads lay on the couch. She arched her brow. Okay, so maybe she underestimated her lover. She was more than serious about their game, about their hands-on research.

Zoey lifted a leather holster, inserted an extremely small dildo into the opening, then secured the straps around her waist.

Alicia narrowed her eyes. What the hell was she going to do with something so small, or thin?

“What the hell is that? They didn’t have anything any bigger?” She ground her pussy against the plastic dick. “Like the size of this monster between my legs?”

Zoey grinned, then cupped the device in her hand, stroking along the shaft. She shook her head and prowled toward Alicia. “It’s perfect for that sweet ass of yours.”

Alicia tightened the cheeks of her ass, though her pussy pulsed with the intriguing images running amuck through her mind of what Zoey obviously had in mind with each toy.

Okay, so maybe agreeing to this game wasn’t such a bright idea. Role-playing was one thing, research was one thing, but being handcuffed, her body completely at the mercy of another, was quite another. She’d never been submissive. Did the characters in the books feel this – this fucking hot sizzle grinding through their body? Yes. They did. The author had made those descriptions crystal clear.

When Zoey stopped in front of her, Alicia saw the glistening head, already coated and ready.

She wanted to lick her lips, slip her mouth around the head, so Zoey could watch her suck her fake cock. All she could do was squirm in anticipation.

“Stand up and turn around.”

Alicia eagerly stood and faced the back of the chair. The need to laugh, to giggle at this new, controlled lover, vanished.

Zoey pressed against her, contouring naked flesh against naked flesh, and nibbled the skin on her neck, over her shoulder, placing tiny trails of kisses along her path.

Slowly she nudged Alicia down to the chair, her pussy poised over the head of the dick. Inch by glorious inch, she lowered Alicia onto the shaft.

Alicia loosed a soft cry as the plastic cock filled her, pressing against her womb. She expected it to bend, but amazingly, it remained true to its form.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck it.” Zoey squatted and spread the cheeks of her ass, opening her cunt for deeper penetration.

Alicia rose, then fell, stuffing herself, leg muscles quivering. Zoey was so close her heated breath spiraled against Alicia’s ass.

Just knowing Zoey was watching her pussy glide along the sheer dick, made her core burn, made her orgasm fly to the edge.

She ground her teeth – so close. Oh God, so close.

Zoey grabbed her hips, stopping her thrusts. “Not so fast. I haven’t given you permission to come.”

Alicia growled and circled her hips, grinding her cunt around the thickness. “You’re not going to tease all night, are you?”

Zoey smacked her ass cheek. “Stop!”

Alicia’s skin stung in response. She moaned in surprise, yet heated pleasure, and looked over her shoulder, eyes wide and curious.

“I tell you when you can and can’t come. Understand?” Zoey’s short brown hair fanned against her forehead, her sapphire gaze determined.

Hot damn but she looked hot as hell all butch and totally in control. Hot, animal magnetism speared Alicia through that heated gaze.

Alicia nodded, her pussy pulsing with uncontrolled need, then laid her face on top of the plastic backrest.

“Good girl.” Zoey rubbed the tender flesh of her ass, her cool, sensual caress simmering the sting from her slap. “Now, it’s time for more toys.”

Alicia wanted to scream, to pump her hips fast and furious until her orgasm shattered her insides. She controlled herself, and waited, determined to show Zoey she could do as instructed.

When a finger probed her puckered hole, Alicia sucked in a startled breath.

“Research says a woman comes twice as hard when her ass is filled.” Zoey pressed against the resisting ring once again. “Would you like the beads, or the plug?”

Alicia wanted to ask if she could have both, but knew asking permission was against the rules tonight. “Beads.”

“I thought you might say that.” Zoey’s finger slipped past the ring.

Alicia whipped her head back, tightening her cuffed hands into fists against her back. “Oh, God, Zoey. Please, I can’t take much more.”

“Yes, you can. And you will.” Zoey’s finger pushed deeper, then reversed.

Alicia ground her teeth together as heated pleasurable pain stroked her tight walls. “Oh, God. Fuck me, Zoey,” she hissed and arched her back.

“How does it feel? Tell me everything, Ali.”

“Hot – burns good. Don’t stop.”

“Does it hurt?”

Alicia shook her head then ground her pussy against the cock still filling her. “God, no. It feels good. Let me come, Zoey. Please!”

Zoey removed her finger, only to replace it with something round, and cold. “It’s not time.” She pushed against the ring, and the first bead slipped inside.

“Yes! Hurry, Zoey. Please. I’m on fire, baby,” Alicia begged. Her insides were as tight as a spring, her core flaring with heat, and her orgasm so damn close it was painful. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take without screaming and babbling like a fool.

Zoey’s hand shimmied around her waist and thrust between her legs. Instead of flicking her clit like Alicia desperately wanted her to do, needed her to do, she simply covered her crotch.

Another bead pressed against her opening, widening, stretching, then slipped inside. “Jesus! I need to come, Zoey. Oh, fuck – damn. I’m begging you.”

“Tell me.”

“It’s unbearable – so hot, burning … pinch my clit. Make me come. Oh God, Zoeeeey. I can’t take it.” Alicia pumped her hips, her insides clenching around the dick, around the beads. She’d never felt so desperate in her life.

Another bead pressed against her hole, then easily slipped inside. The heated burn shot to new heights. Alicia whipped her head back, clawing her fingers into thin air, beyond desperation now.

“Touch me. Please.”

“I am touching you.” Zoey rose onto her knees. She pressed her lips against the nape of Alicia’s neck, nipped, then kissed away the sting.

“You know what I mean! Please, Zoey. This is torture.” Alicia stroked up and down on the dick, shoving her crotch into Zoey’s hand, frantic for relief.

“Torture?” Zoey licked then sucked her lobe, her breath feathering against Alicia’s ear. “Nowhere near torture. That’s for next week.”

“Godamnit!” Alicia ground harder, her insides squeezing the toys. “Fuck me, Zoey.”

Another bead slipped inside. “You’re fucking yourself.”

Alicia growled, arching, stroking, pressing, getting no satisfaction, only flaring, breathtaking agony. She knew any second she’d combust. “Pinch my clit. Flick it, suck it – do something. Please, Zoey. I’m begging.”

“Yes, you are. I like hearing you beg. Makes my pussy wet.” Zoey’s finger curled and then pressed against Alicia’s clit.

“Oh God. Yes! Flick it … hard.”

Zoey moved completely behind her. Alicia arched her back in apprehension to what she knew was about to happen. The height of the stool put Zoey’s crotch level with her ass. Fingers fumbled at her puckered hole before the head of the tiny dildo pushed inside.

“Oh, yeah. Do it, Zoey. Fuck me!” Alicia used her feet for leverage, shoving backwards, fucking herself.

“Damn, baby!” Zoey kept her steady rhythm against her clit, circling, stroking, rocketing Alicia’s orgasm to the edge.

Burning sensations ripped through her core, seething tingles down her legs, through her pussy. Her orgasm teetered, refusing to shatter her into a million pieces.

“Harder, Zoey.”

Zoey pinched her clit, then rolled the hard bud between her fingers, blinding Alicia with need.

Alicia rocked harder, silently begging her orgasm to loose its death grip.

She growled, breathless, sweat sheathing her body, fingers clawing at Zoey’s stomach.

“Come for me, baby. I grant your permission. Scream my name.”

As if Alicia had subconsciously been waiting for just that permission, her insides convulsed and then her orgasm shattered. Her legs quivered as she rocked against the chair, pumping backwards. Bright lights flashed behind her eyelids, and then she screamed. Loud, guttural groans escaped her lips as her body shook and spasmed.

She was vaguely aware of bellowing Zoey’s name, of the handcuffs falling to the floor with a metallic rattle, and then Zoey pulling out of her.

Just when she thought the most powerful orgasm of her entire life was over, Zoey tugged the string on the beads. As each one slipped from her body, renewed pumps cramped her insides. She thrashed against the plastic, not knowing if she could take much more of the glorious pain, of the commingled stream of orgasms. Endlessly, her insides contracted.

When the last bead slipped free, she slumped forward across the chair, her insides still pulsing. She sucked in tiny gulps of air, trickles of sweat gliding along her forehead.

Alicia mumbled, pushed her hands against the chair, and slid off the dick. With muscles weak as water, she slid off the chair with as much grace as she could muster, and curled against the carpet.

She rolled onto her back, hands trailing down her stomach, searching the dull ache still throbbing low in her gut. Maybe she ruptured an ovary. She’d heard the phrase, but until now, never truly understood the meaning.

“Ali?”

“Hmm?”

“Ali!” Hands gently shook her. “Wake up, baby.”

Alicia jerked awake and sat straight up on the couch, staring frantically around her. The room was semi-dark with the sun starting to lay its face against the tall pines outside their cabin loft. She looked down her body to see she was fully dressed.

Where was the pink chair, the sex toys? Better, where was the take-charge lover who’d sent tremors through her, made Zoey’s name roar from her mouth?

She looked up into Zoey’s deep blue eyes. What a perfect submissive partner she was, was about to be. Laugh lines creased the corner of her eyes.

A book slid from Alicia’s lap and landed with a thump against the carpet.

Zoey looked down, bent, and picked up the book. “Dakota Cassidy.” She wiggled her eyebrows at Alicia. “Looks kinky.”

Oh yeah. It was kinky all right. Zoey was about to find out just how kinky.

Alicia gave her an evil smile, her pussy soaked, and pulsing. “It is.”

Zoey sat down and curled up behind her. “What were you dreaming?” She pulled Alicia against her body. “I hope that was me making you moan like that. Should I be jealous?”

Alicia pressed a kiss against her cheek then straddled her lap. “Always you, baby. Always you.” She looked around, searching for the reason she’d sent Zoey out of house to begin with. “Where’s my goodies?”

Zoey snickered, her cheeks pink. “In the bag by the door.”

Alicia pushed out of her lap, went to the bag, giddy about the contents inside. She peeked inside, saw the glittering edge of the chrome cuffs among the other toys on her list to purchase, and grinned.

When she turned back to face Zoey, she was wearing nothing but a bright smile.

Alicia pulled the cuffs and key from inside, and prowled back to her prey. “Do you remember the rules?” She strolled behind her lover, dragging the edge of the cuffs along her tanned skin, then cupped her naked breasts.

Zoey shivered, her breaths quickening. “Yes, ma’am.”

“You only have a few more seconds of freedom. Use them wisely.”