If I weren’t just about to get fucked by a giant alien prince, that is.
Glancing over my shoulder, I find Kiahn - who seems to be standing to the side, frozen, staring at me while I lay here for him. “Kiahn?”
His glazed-over eyes suddenly clear, and there’s a hint of pink under the gray of his cheeks when he grunts to himself. “I’ll do the straps,” he murmurs.
The straps. I’d almost forgotten that the whole point of this contraption was to limit my movement. I need to be as still as possible to lessen the chances of Kiahn getting over stimulated and biting me.
Why does that make me want to wiggle and squirm more?
Kiahn pulls the first strap that fastens around my waist. They must be retracted and housed up under the body of the bench when not in use because I didn’t notice them before. As with the rest of this item of sex furniture, the theme seems to be comfort -mycomfort, since even the straps are padded and lined with silk. Kiahn is intent and methodical in his task as he buckles and fastens me to the bench, straps tying me down across my waist, rib-cage and shoulders. Next, he goes to my rear. “Do you mind?” he asks, and I can feel he has a fist-full of my dress.
“Go ahead.”
Cool air meets the flesh of my exposed ass and pussy as he slowly lifts my skirt like a veil on a bride. I hear a short, ragged inhale behind me, but now that I’m strapped down, I can’t turn to look at him, but I know he’s staring right at my most intimate of areas.
Somehow, I don’t feel self-conscious, though - I feel a tingle of anticipation.
Kiahn gently gathers and arranges the fabric of my dress so that he can fasten the straps that tighten around my thighs like restrictive bridal garters that keep my legs splayed for him. Once that’s done, I feel him step away. “Fuuuck,” I hear him mutter low to himself and I try fruitlessly to shift in my restraints.
“I can’t see you when you’re behind me.” I squirm a little more but soon give up.
He is quick to answer with a swift, “apologies,” and then I hear movement. Soon, he is in my line of sight again, carrying a large, golden-framed mirror that he props against the wall. “Now, you may keep an eye on me.”
I roll my tongue out to wet my lips.Now, I can watch you fuck me, you mean?
Letting out a shaky breath at the thought, I turn my head to lay back down on the softness of the padded headrest. My eyes slip closed and I pray the coolness of the silk will go some way to temper the flames of anticipation burning across my cheek. It’s not long before I can feel Kiahn’s close presence before he even utters a word, or makes a move to touch me.
His warm hand encloses around mine where it’s still wrapped around the golden handles. “Your controls are accessed here,” he tells me, his big thumb moving to the end of the handle. There’s a button right there that I hadn’t noticed before. He presses it, and from tucked away somewhere beneath the breeding bench comes a control panel, hovering right in front of me. He taps a few buttons and with a sleek-sounding whooshing noise, a little compartment pops out from the side of the panel. In that compartment lay two of those sticky patch things like we’d used in the simulator. Kiahn takes them and attaches them to his temples. I frown.
“This button here,” he says pointing at a large yellow circle on the control pad, “will shock me through the patches enoughto make me drop to the ground and stay paralyzed for roughly thirty seconds.
I suck in a breath. “Why would-”
“In case I do something you don’t like and am too far gone to stop myself,” he tells me sternly. “You do not hesitate to push that, Niska.”
He makes it sound like he’s about to become an uncontrollable crazed beast.
Why is that so thrilling?
“You’d trust me with that button?” I ask, incredulous. He’s a prince. Surely he wouldn’t allow that?
But Kiahn simply gestures to my body laid out and strapped down on his breeding bench, my intimate areas completely exposed. “You trust me with all of you,” he counters and then goes back to the other buttons of the control panel. “This one will quick-release the straps. This one will call for the assistance of guards. This one will provide something for you to bite down on if my-…” he pauses to swallow, “-if my size is too much for you. And this one…” he points to a blue button and shifts on his feet. “During my research on human females, I noticed repeated reports about the enjoyment of vibration stimulus on your pleasure center, the clitoris.”
My mouth pops open.
“Is that good?” Kiahn asks, rubbing at his horn again. “I thought you could make use of it to ready yourself or feel more pleasure while I’m-…”
“Fucking me?”
He doesn’t answer, but he grunts and jerks his head in a nod.
“Can I try it?” I ask, my finger hovering over the blue button.
“Of course. It is for your use. More controls should appear once it starts so you can change the-”
I yelp and my whole body jerks in my restraints as a very strong vibration kick starts from within a small raised part ofpadding on the bench - a small, raised part that perfectly lines up beneath my clit. Kiahn is quick to take control, swiping his finger down the bar that appeared to lower the vibrations.
If my cheeks weren’t already aflame, they’re positively on fire, now. After fiddling with the various slides and bars that control my own personal vibrating bench - some that changed the strength, some that changed the pattern, and some that even seemed to change the shape of the vibrating padded part - I find a combination that feels divine.
