Chapter Fourteen

Elise

As I look up at my husband's face, I see a mix of emotions playing across it. Restrained on the Saint Andrew's cross, his eyes dart around the room, taking in the audience that's gathered to witness their leader being dominated by his wife. A smirk plays on my lips as I bring my mouth to his cock. I take him in, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting his pre-come.

I pull off after a few seconds and look up at him, seeing the plea in his eyes. "Please, Elise..." he begs, his voice strained. I just giggle and dive back in, sucking him deeply, my hands holding his hips to steady him. I start to stroke him, using my hands and mouth to bring him to the edge, teasing him.

I repeat this edging process again and again, each time bringing him to the brink of release, only to pull away and deny him. I can almost feel the electricity in the room as the viewers hold their breath, waiting to see what will happen next. I go up to my tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “You’re mine tonight, Luci.”

I stand before him, reveling in the power I hold over my husband's body. He's restrained, helpless, and at my mercy. A shy smile stretches across my face as I bring the mechanical masturbator close to his swollen cock, teasing him with its proximity. “Fuck, you’re an evil little woman,” he groans.

I'm determined to push him further than he's ever been pushed before. With a swoop of the machine, I engulf his entire shaft, the powerful suction setting off his first orgasm. He moans deeply but his pleasured noises turn frantic when I turn it up. It sucks and strokes him faster than any human could do, and I fucking love it. I love how his eyes plead for mercy, but I don’t give it to him. Each time his climax hits, his come splashes as the machine violently pulls orgasms out of him.

In between his panting breaths, he pleads with me. "Elise, please... I can't take much more." I just smile sadistically and enjoy the way his eyes widen in disbelief at my cruelty. I bring him to release a total of nine times, forcing him to endure the exquisite torment while the fucking machine awaits his ass. This is a long process, but it’s worth every second.

I turn my attention to it, setting up the specifications I want. The silicone dildo is massive, almost comically so, but I assure the onlookers with a wink that his ass will stretch to accommodate it. With their encouragement ringing in my ears, I activate the machine and guide it towards my husband and leader's ass.

The group gasps as the thick dildo pushes into him, stretching his ass to its limit. Lucian screams, his eyes squeezed shut, and his entire body is taut with tension. I adjust the settings, maximizing the depth and speed of each stroke, loving the way his body becomes a puppet. My puppet. His pleas grow more desperate, but my resolve remains unshaken.

The machines work in sync, punishment and pleasure intertwined. It is pushing him into a state of ecstasy and pain. I watch in satisfaction as his body quivers, sweat coating his skin, and his muscles straining to their limits. The audience is trapped in their own desires as they witness the show.

Bradley has Laura bent over and is roughly fucking her. She has her hand over her mouth to contain her pleasure. Others follow suit, while some take to masturbating. A few are standing, watching in awe. This simple switch of dominance is bringing everyone pleasure, and it gives me a sense of pride that reminds me just how much I love this community. There is no judgment or mocking. No one is laughing or making jokes because Lucian is being dominated by his submissive. Everyone is in love with the scene playing out in front of them.

“Elise. Please. God, I can’t take it anymore,” Lucian says with tears rolling down his cheeks.

I giggle as I apply more lube and then turn his face to me. I kiss him softly as I let my hands wander down his chest. “You can take it, my sweet little slut. Look at you… so fucking helpless.”

I force him to come twice more but slow the machines to a stop when I see discomfort taking over. I help him down and take my time cleaning his body before hugging him. He kisses the top of my head, still breathless, before I step back and sink to my knees to present myself to him.

“Thank you, sir,” I say softly.

I've pushed him to his absolute limit, and he's loved every minute of it. I glance at him, proud of what we've shared, knowing full well that this night will be etched into our memories forever. He leans down, planting a possessive kiss on my lips. "My pleasure, Elise," he responds, his voice gruff with satisfaction.

Lucian helps me stand, and we both take to cleaning up the area before addressing everyone. “I think it’s time I get him to bed,” I say.

“It was a sight to see, Elise. We are all proud of the both of you,” Bradley says sincerely.

“I think I underestimated just how much of a brat she really is,” Lucian chuckles and wraps his arms around my waist. “But I’m lucky to have experienced it with such a wonderful woman.”

“Wanna make a deal?” Laura says to Bradley, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Baby, we don’t need to make a deal for me to let you do that to me,” Bradley replies with a suggestive tone. “I think tonight would be a fine night to let the submissives run wild, hmm?”

“Let’s go then,” she says, smacking his ass. “Time to lube up that ass.”

“Bye, guys,” I laugh. We all walk upstairs, Lucian and I clearly the weakest in the group. Once we see everyone out, we lock up and gather what we need to take an ice bath together. This time, we both need it.

We get the tub set up and I take my medicine before we get in. I sit in his lap straddling him. “I love you, Lucian,” I murmur.

“I love you too, Elise,” he says, squeezing me in a hug.

“I didn’t push you too far, did I?” I sit up and ask.

“No,” he says. “Not at all. It was intense. I’m not exactly sure why I was asking you to stop, because I was very much enjoying it.”

“It’s just instinct, I think. It’s intense and overwhelming, so your first reaction is to shut it down,” I say. “I tortured you for a long time, so I’m glad you enjoyed it. I stopped at the end because I could see you were exhausted and starting to get uncomfortable.”

“I am proud to see that you were paying attention to nonverbal cues,” he says.

“You’re going to be sore,” I giggle.

“Elise, baby. I'm already sore. It feels like I was just fucked for hours by a man with a giant dick,” he says.

“Luci, those are the same size as you. The ones today were a bit bigger, but what I used on you is the one that was made from your dick,” I explain.

“I feel like I owe you a huge apology then,” he says with a chuckle.

“I did learn that after a certain point, your orgasms are dry,” I say.

“You drained me, woman. What did you expect?”

“I don’t know, but I’ve never seen a man come that many times,” I laugh and lay back against his chest. “Are you going to get me back for that?”

“No, baby. This is not tit for tat. We made a bet, and I lost. I will not punish you for doing what I allowed you to do. I knew what I was getting myself into,” he says.

“Hmm… I was kinda looking forward to the stockade,” I yawn.

“I’m sure your bratty little ass will earn it,” he says. “Let’s go lie down before you fall asleep.”

“Mmm. Too tired to carry me?” I ask.

“Never,” Lucian replies, kissing my head. We get out of the bath and dry off before he scoops me up and takes me to our bed. I snuggle up to him and drift to sleep.