Chapter 20

ChapterTwenty

ISLA

I caress the red ribbon around the thick cardboard box and look at Bryce. “It feels like Christmas. When I was young, I always wanted a room full of presents like I saw other children have on the TV. The one time I asked my dad if we could have presents under the tree, he smacked me across the face and told me if I ever mentioned it again, he’d beat me until I couldn’t walk. I never asked for anything after that.”

Bryce clenches his fists at his sides and a muscle tics in his jaw. “He still alive?  Cause I can fix that problem.”

Holding on to the box with one hand, I place the other on his cheek and smile. “He died a long time ago. I don’t have any family left.”

Peeling back the ribbon to avoid an uncomfortable conversation, I slide the box open and gasp. Between the black velvet fabric lies a leather garment with two flesh-toned phallic objects. “What exactly am I supposed to do with this?”

Bryce laughs as he pushes the robe off my shoulders so it pools at my feet. He caresses my skin, his fingers leaving an invisible flame in their wake before he pulls the contraption from the box.

He falls to his knees as he holds the smaller penis. “This,” he says as he rubs it against my entrance before inserting it, “goes inside you.” Once done, he pulls up the leather straps and tightens them around my waist. The larger penis is now directly aligned with his face. “And this is for me.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and say in a shaky voice, “You want me to, um…”

“I want you to have control. To know that even though I like to be in charge, that doesn’t mean you won’t have power. I also want you to have an outlet. When I was coming up, there was a girl who’d been abused in horrendous ways. I was surprised she survived. When I asked her what helped, she said that during sex, she was the one on top. It made sense because it’s the same reason that I like control. It allows me not to feel so helpless. I want you to have the same feeling. To have control and power and to grasp that you’re always safe no matter what. Protected by me.”

My hand glides up and down the silicon before me. I’m hesitant about what to do, unsure if he’ll be okay with everything.

As if sensing my apprehension, he smiles and says, “I have a safe word. Anything goes so long as I don’t say it. Once I say it, you stop immediately. Okay?”

I nod. “What is it?’

He smirks. “Pickle.”

I burst out laughing at his choice of word, finding a new sensation, a lightness of spirit.

Bryce places his hand on top of mine, and we rub the dildo together. Seeing this man on his knees, giving me all the power, is incredibly erotic. I’m soaked at the idea of dominating him, of ordering him, of giving him pleasure, and controlling his body.

I peel his fingers from my hand and walk backward to the bed. He goes to rise, but I stop him. “No one said you could move. Back on your knees.”

Bryce smirks and does as he’s told. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Not ma’am. Call me Mommy.” I sit on the bed, opening my legs. My hand moves up and down the shaft, and my eyes connect with Bryce’s. “You want to suck on this big fat cock, don’t you?”

Bryce’s nostrils flare, which only encourages my boldness. “Is your mouth watering at the idea of sucking my big fat cock? You want to choke on it like a good boy, don’t you?”

“Fuck,” Bryce says as he rubs his hand over his engorged cock through the towel.

“You’re being a bad boy. Mommy never said you could touch your dick. I should send you to bed without dessert.”

Bryce drops his hand, and his eyes narrow. “You’re too good at this.”

My hand quickens on the dildo. “My pussy is so wet. Bet you wish it were your cock inside me instead of the dildo, don’t you? If you’re a good boy and do as you’re told, maybe I’ll let you lick my pussy. You want that, don’t you, Pup? To have your tongue buried deep in Mommy’s pussy?”

“Yes,” Bryce growls through gritted teeth.

His control is fraying. The surge of power that flows through me is intoxicating.

“Beg me, Pup. Beg me to suck my cock like a good little whore.” The words that fly from my mouth shock me so badly that regret floods me.

Bryce cocks an eyebrow and glares at me. For a brief moment, I wonder if I went too far. Panic takes root, but it’s quickly extinguished with Bryce’s next words.

“Please, let me suck on your cock. I’ve been a bad boy and need Mommy to punish me by making me choke on her big fat dick.”

“Be a good little slut and crawl to me.”

I spread my legs and watch as Bryce gets on his hands and knees. His movements are slow and deliberate, first one hand, then his knee, followed by his other hand. The scene before me is torturously exhilarating. He stops at the foot of the bed, his face parallel with the enormous dildo fastened between my legs.

I slide my fingers into his salt-and-pepper hair and tug his head back, forcing him to look up. “You’re my little bitch now.” I watch in wonder as I slap his face with the silicon in my hand. “Open your mouth and say ‘ah,’ Pup. Mommy’s going to stuff you full.”