“What is that?” she asked. The lavender of the morning sunrise pushed insistently against the covered windows.

“Don’t ask questions,” he said. Sean gestured for her to stand. Harper obliged quickly. He snapped his finger and pointed across his lap. She leaned across him, naked. He felt her heavy breasts as they brushed against his calves and she presented her ass to him. It was already heavily marked with light red and purple bruises for what was going on forty-eight hours of fucking.

He chose a part of her creamy white roundness that was unmarked and spanked her twice, smartly. She grunted, half in pain and half in pleasure. He rubbed comfort into the area. “You know better than that,” he said. “Stand up.”

Sean peeled off the lip of the black latex tape, thick as duct tape. He assessed her body, though it was unnecessary—he knew every inch of her by heart.

She flinched slightly as he started the complicated process of “dressing” her. “Okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said. “Gomorrah.”

As he wrapped the tape around her curves, he pulled tautly at the most sensitive areas. “This might sting a bit when it’s removed,” he said as he held the tape over her nipples.

“Yes, sir,” she said, and he promptly pressed the tape across her flesh. Her nipples hardened as he smoothed it down with a practiced palm.

It took thirty minutes to dress her properly. The kind of precision it took to highlight every angle, the slope of every hill, was almost meditative. Throughout the process, she didn’t speak unless spoken to. She took directions swiftly. Sean framed her triangular valley carefully. When a sheen of wetness appeared and her clit began to swell, he ignored it. Had she whimpered in desire or pressed herself into him, it would have been cause for punishment. Harper learned fast.

Finally, he bound her in a cross-chest box tie. The tips of her pale fingers could barely be seen from the front as they flickered behind her back.

“I’m going to bind your feet,” he said. “But you need to get on this first.” He went to the closet and pulled out the electronic black saddle. “Do you know what a Sybian is?”

Her eyes grew wide as she took in the monstrosity. Harper shook her head. “No ...”

“No, sir,” he corrected.

“No, sir.”

“For that indiscretion, I’m not going to spank you,” he said. “What I am going to do is start you off without a dildo. Just the vibration. That should be punishment enough for you. I was going to stop you at a three-inch girth,” he said as he held up a flesh-colored dildo, six inches long. “But forgetting your manners, I think we’ll train you up to five inches of girth today.”

She swallowed as he held up the black dildo. Like all the others he’d ordered, it was made specifically for the machine. “Yes, sir,” she said.

“Remember your words,” he said.

Sean spread a layer of lubricant onto the machine, though he doubted she’d need it. Still, her body had taken a lot in the past couple of days. “I control it with this,” he said, as he held up the remote. “Hold still while I bind your feet.”

Once she was tied, straddled over the Sybian, it all fit so well it would be nearly impossible for her to dismount on her own. Sean started the Sybian on the lowest vibration, and immediately Harper’s eyes rolled back. She started to pant and her nipples pushed against the tape when he kicked it up a notch. His erection pressed against his boxer shorts, but he refused to touch himself.

Her first orgasm came quickly, and Harper ground herself against the machine. “That’s good,” he said. “Time to start size-training you.” He lifted her and moved her a few inches toward the back of the machine while he fitted the smallest dildo onto the Sybian. He’d chosen it to be especially small, less than half his own size, to frustrate and tease her. He lifted her again and eased her onto it. Even that small amount of fullness in Harper made her cry out.

Sean brought her to orgasm a second time with just the slightest bit of edging. With each new dildo, both length and girth increased slightly. She was damp and heavy by the time she reached her fourth orgasm—and where he’d originally thought he’d stop.

He held the black dildo in front of her. By now, she was wet and her muscles were loose from the constant waves of pleasure. “I’m going to unbind you for this,” he said. “I need you to have a little more control. Don’t take more than you can handle.”

“Yes, sir,” she said.

He snipped off the tape at her ankles and wrists. Harper leveraged herself over the black dildo that he’d fixed into the Sybian. As she lowered herself onto the tip, knees spread, she let out an animalistic moan.

“Keep going if you can,” he said. She lowered halfway onto the dildo. Sean saw her juices had already soaked down to the base.

“Eden,” she said cautiously.

“Wait it out if you can,” he said. “Just stay there. Think about how full you are. That’s a pressure on your G-spot you might not have experienced before.”

Her lips had parted perpetually. She was soaked in her own sweat, her own desire. Just the look of her, gorgeous and poised above the machine he controlled her with, was enough to make him almost go over the edge himself.

Harper tried to lower herself farther. “Inferno,” she said. She shook her head instinctually. “I can’t.”

“It’s okay,” he said. He went to her and helped ease her up. She breathed heavily when the black tip finally appeared. Sean saw the white wet strings of all the orgasms, a thread that trailed from the plastic cock to her middle.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said.

As he laid her on her back, he began to slowly peel away the tape. She did what she could to help and arched her back to provide better access. Harper let out a small cry when he pulled the tape from her nipples, though he did so fast to minimize the sting. After every inch of tape removal, he kissed her tender skin. When he gathered her sore nipples into his mouth, he licked and sucked gently.

When all the tape was finally removed, he nosed to her center. It was easy to see the fruits of his work. She was stretched, though temporarily. He began to lap softly at her clit, and she writhed in pleasure, insatiable. Sean licked up every drop that he’d commanded she release over the past ninety minutes.

Harper lifted her mound closer to his face, and when he obliged with a finger slid deep inside her she let out a sigh of contentment. The smallest sounds of protest came from her when he removed his finger, but she purred in surprise when he moved immediately to her anus and circled her rim.

As she came against his tongue, he wondered if his needs had shifted. When did the line between degradation and pain get so blurred? Or perhaps it was her needs that had changed.

Sean raised himself over her when he felt the last surge of her orgasm wane. Harper immediately grasped for his cock, needy and desperate. She called out his name as he buried into her. She nipped at his neck gently, and for a moment he considered punishing her. But it had been hours, and she’d been incredibly obedient. Let her have her fun, he thought. The sex was still amazing, but the undercurrent of pure need was new.

“Please come in me,” she said. “I need it, please …”

“Are you going to be my good girl, my sweetheart?” he breathed into her ear. “Are you going to clean me up with that mouth afterward?”

“Anything you want,” she panted.

“I want you to taste your come all over my cock,” he said.

“Yes,” she yelled.

“Tell me you’re just for me, you’re all mine.”

“I’m yours,” she said. “Please come in me.”

Even as he lost himself inside her, spilled his seed into her deepest parts while she writhed in pleasure below him, he couldn’t help but worry about everything. They were in unknown waters now, even for him. And he didn’t know how long he could stay afloat.