She shifted to the left, so the point of the wood was a little off-center and found a moment of relief.
Her other option was to stand on her tiptoes but with her legs spread wide, it was an awkward position she couldn’t hold.
But she followed his order and breathed and as she exhaled, her muscles loosened a fraction and searing pain turned to a throbbing warmth that made her wet.
Zee walked around her with his hands clasped behind his back, a small smirk on his lips.
“You like this, Master.”
“Hell yeah I do.I’m thinking this can live in our den, dear heart.I don’t want to see anyone else on it.You’re perfect.”
If her thighs weren’t trembling and sweat wasn’t slick under her breasts, she’d have waved off the compliment, but she heard the steel in his voice and knew he meant it.
“Lean forward for me, I want to see your tits touch wood.”
“Oh God, this hurts!Fuck!”She gasped for air as she shifted, trying hard to keep her body tilted, impossible to avoid her cunt on the centre point.
“Yeah that’s it,” Zee moved behind her and his hand pressed into her spine, titling her even further forward, a reminder that he was in control.
“I can’t!This hurts.”
“Breathe, Ella.Don’t panic.You’re doing this because I want you to.You’re obeying me.Count your exhales.”
He wiped her brow, stepped back, and she forced herself to exhale.
One shuddering breath followed by another one.
Her core clenched to her hold up with her toes pointed for purchase on the floor, but her calves burned from the stretch.
She knew she’d feel the point of the wood right in her pussy again and wanted to avoid that pain, but she couldn’t.
“Ahh!Master!Oh, it hurts,” she rasped, tilting to the other side, the point finding her seam and stabbing sharp.
A wave of dread twisted in her gut, but even through it, she could feel her body betraying her—her nipples tightening, her breath quickening.
She wanted to hate it, to fight it, but the sensation was too overwhelming, too consuming.
The line between discomfort and something else blurred, and she couldn’t tell if it was the pain or the pressure that had her trembling, desperate to submit.
“You’re doing great, Ella.”
His praise gave her strength to endure..
She arched her back as far as she could, but that seemed to sharpen the point right under her pubic bone.
Tears sprang to her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
This was too much.
She’d do anything he asked, anything he commanded, if he’d just let her off this stupid wooden torture device.
She’d serve naked behind the bar or go onstage if that’s what he wanted.
Anything.
“You’ve got this, girl.You’re doing so well.”
This time his caress rippeled through her, easing her tension. He pressed his palm to her back, and she leaned into his warm touch.
