That her helplessness also aroused her was frustrating.
“Why can’t we just keep doing what we have been?” she asked plaintively, sounding whinier than she wanted.
Jordan chuckled, his free hand coming up to slide up the back of her thigh and tug at the plug in her ass. She let out a little squeal as he pulled, and the plug came free. Trish knew him well enough to know the relief of an empty bottom was not to last for long. In this mood, if he was removing her plug, it was likely she was about to have that hole filled with something else.
Instead of answering, he made a movement, and it sounded like he’d tossed the plug away, into a bin next to the bookshelves where it could be picked up later. Jordan let her drop down in front of him, one hand pulling her dress up, even as her feet touched the floor.
Standing naked in front of him reminded Trish of how small, how delicate she was compared to Jordan. She fit into the frilly, girlish room; Jordan did not. He stood out, dominating theentire space, too big and too masculine for the surroundings. He dropped her dress to the ground without looking at it as he turned Trish around, sideways to him, and began to pick her up again.
She gasped as she saw the rocking horse up close now. It was beautifully painted, like a rocking horse out of a toy catalog or a history book, but with one, very large difference. Actually, make that two very large differences.
Trish whimpered as Jordan easily lifted her into place, spreading her legs so they fell on each side of the horse, where the two huge dildos on the saddle pressed against her pussy and ass as he lowered her. She clung to his neck, holding on as her body began to slide down the lubricated lengths, her inner muscles protesting being stretched simultaneously.
“Nooooo….” she moaned. “I want to talk, not… not this!”
“We can talk later, babygirl.” His eyes glowed with appreciation as she sank further onto the dildos, burning with both discomfort and pleasure. “Right now, I want to watch you ride your new horsie.”
She wanted to bristle at the baby talk, but he pressed a button on the horse’s neck, and the dildos came to life inside her, vibrating and making her muscles seize at the rush of pleasure coursing through her.
“Oh!”
Trish threw back her head, and her back arched as she finally settled down into the saddle, her toes barely touching the floor, the twin dildos humming away inside her. It felt like the saddle was vibrating too, stimulating her pussy lips and clit to send the most delicious sensations running through her.
Hands cupped her breasts, kneading them, squeezing them, and pinching her nipples. Trish cried out, squirming in the saddle, not wanting to admit how much she liked the toyshe’d been protesting. With Jordan, she should have known it wouldn’t be a fair fight.
His dark chuckle in her ear, lips brushing along her neck, made her shudder.
“Good girl,” he said.
She tried not to whimper when he released her breasts, but was still a little indignant over the child’s room, no matter how adult the rocking horse had turned out to be.
It took Jordan less than a minute to secure her to the horse, with leather straps wrapping around her ankles and wrists, placing Trish in a slightly forward, sitting position. When he picked up what had looked like decorative braids hanging from the horse’s mane, Trish realized they had clamps at the ends.
“Noooo, Jordan, please!” she begged, even as her nipples stiffened more in anticipation. From the way he smiled, she could tell he planned to spend some time tormenting her. He only used clamps when he took his time, and an orgasm already built low in Trish’s core. If she had to ride the rocking horse, she didn’t want to be played with—she wanted to come!
And yet there was the part of her that thrilled at being bound and helpless, subject to his will. The part of her that was more turned on because Jordan would play with her even though she would beg him to let her hurry up and come.
She shrieked and squirmed as he placed the clamps on her nipples, ignoring her pleas. Trish was now attached to the horse by the restraints on her wrists and ankles, the clamps attached to the mane, and the dildos deep inside her.
Then Jordan set his foot on the front of the rocking horse and stepped down, sending her surging forward.
Not only did the horse rock, pulling at her nipples as her body moved in rhythm with the horse, but, as it rocked the dildos began to pump, receding halfway and then thrusting back in as Trish moaned and squirmed on top of the saddle.The pulling pain in her nipples was countered by the thrilling pleasure of two cocks thrusting into her holes, the vibrating saddle buzzing against her clit.
Jordan had stepped back, his foot still on the front of the rocking horse, dictating its movements, one hand pressed against the front of his pants, rubbing gently while he watched her. Trish met his eyes, felt her helplessness, her pussy and ass squeezing around the dildos, and she arched her back as her nipples were pulled yet again.
She’d thought Jordan would play with her longer before allowing her to come, but he kept rocking her on the horse as her ecstasy spiraled up and burst, making her cry out as she quivered and clenched atop the toy. The machine kept fucking her, making her pull at her bonds and try to get away from the thrusting, the buzzing, just for a moment, just long enough to catch her breath, to let her sensitive flesh quiet.
She came hard, her orgasm pulsing along with the steady, rhythmic thrusts of the cocks inside her, and their unceasing, relentless filling and receding from her tender holes.
Trish shuddered and writhed while Jordan stood there and watched, his foot moving to keep her rocking. Her thighs pressed together against the warm wood of the horse, trying to lift her body and relieve the pressure and hot buzzing on her clit.
She looked up and met his icy-blue eyes, which were currently not icy at all—they were hot and hungry as he watched her.
“How long am I going to ride this?” she asked desperately. While it was strange, being watched, it also turned her on. The rocking horse itself had been made for female pleasure, but how much could she take? Jordan had proven to Trish that too much pleasure could be as much a punishment as pain.
Her thighs weakened, sweat and her pussy juices making them slick, making it difficult for Trish to maintain her grip, and she slid back into the saddle as he smiled at her.
“Tell me you like the room,” he said.
