“You turned it into a secret sex dungeon.” I was absolutelydelighted. It was better than Christmas morning.
“I knew you’d love it.” Charlie’s grin was just as eager as mine. “The best part is— it’s soundproof.”
“So I can scream as loud as I want?”
“Even louder, baby girl.”
I found a set of black lingerie in one of the drawers. I’d never worn anything like this for Charlie before. This was going to be fun.
I unzipped my tracksuit hoodie. “Want to help me get dressed up?”
“As long as I get to touch you.”
Charlie knelt before my chair. He slipped off my pants before his fingers caressed my legs gently. He pulled the lingerie bottoms over my legs and adjusted them around my ass, taking his time to touch my smooth skin. The panties were lace and had an opening at the bottom so I didn’t have to take them off in order to fool around. There were straps that crisscrossed over my ass, and they matched the bra, which I fastened around my breasts. The top had slits for my nipples, too. I had never felt more alluring.
“I feel sexy.” I shook my hair around my shoulders, which fell in waves. I knew I looked hot.
“You’re always sexy.” Charlie explored the lingerie. I shivered at his touch as his hands wandered everywhere, discoveringwhere there was lace and where there was bare skin. I gave a small yelp as Charlie lifted me out of the chair.
He carried me to the bed and sat me down. “You’re to do everything I tell you to, understand?”
“Absolutely.” He’d get no protest from me tonight. I wasn’t in the mood to be a brat. Right now, I just wanted to please him.
Charlie rummaged through the drawers, until he pulled out some sort of expandable stool. As he unfolded it, I observed that it was big enough for one person to lay under, and had two thick elastic straps with a slit in the middle. There was a handle on the top of the stool to grab, though I wasn’t sure what it was for.
“What’s that?” I asked curiously.
“It’s a surprise. No more questions.”
Charlie placed the stool beside the bed, then began undressing. As he slid out of his clothes, I observed him hungrily. We’d messed around after we’d left the Institute, but we could never be as crazy as we wanted to, because our friends had been around. Now that we were in this secret place, we could do whatever we wanted, and nobody would know but us.
Charlie sat on the bed. “Lie back.”
I did so, lying beside him. He reached into a drawer at the bedside and pulled out a small device that was shaped like a budding rose. He turned it on, and it began to vibrate.
Charlie propped up my legs, then placed the vibrator directly on my clit. Holy hell, I swear,the worldopened up when that happened. Sending me to a new dimension. The vibrator used air to suction onto my clit, and pulsed intensely. I usually had trouble distinguishing what was pleasure and what was just sensation during my spinal injury, but I hadno problemknowing just how good this device felt. The effect was similar to Charlie’s tongue. It was like he was giving me oral. I became dizzy, and fell into a lull as Charlie’s other hand rubbed the inside of my thigh.
The moment I was about to go over the edge, he moved the vibrator from my clit to one of my nipples. The effect was just as delirious. Damn if this wasn’t an amazing tool. He alternated from my nipples to my clit until I was writhing on the bed, before he drew the vibrator away.
“Don’t edge me right now,” I begged. I was way too close to getting off.
“I don’t want you to come until you’re on top of me,” Charlie said lowly. “Be my good girl and behave.”
I was confused. I hadn’t been on top since my spinal injury. It’d just been too difficult, because my legs couldn’t hold me up anymore.
Charlie set the vibrator aside. He leaned over to grab the stool, then set it so the legs of the stool were on both sides of his hips. He lifted me onto the chair, and as I sat down on the elastic straps, I finally got what he was getting at. Charlie adjusted my legs, and a thrill of exhilaration went through me as I imagined the possibilities.
Charlie adjusted himself, and I used the elastic straps to sink down. Delight exploded throughout my senses, and Charlie gave a sharp hiss. I realized that he was inside me, I was on top, and with this chair, I could ride him as much as I wanted.
This sex stool was my new favorite accessibility aid. I realized what the handle was for; it was posed in front of me, right before my breasts. I grabbed it, and used my arm strength to pull me up and down. The elastic straps I was sitting on helped me to bounce, and I found I could use them to adjust my position and go deeper without any effort. I didn’t have to rely on my legs at all!
Charlie gave a moan, and I became completely invigorated. I used the sex chair to move on top of him, sinking down on him as far as I could and picking up speed.
Charlie let out a ragged gasp and managed to force out, “Slow down, pidge. You’re going to get me off.”
“That’s the idea.” I let out a wicked cackle, before giving a moan of my own.
“I want it to last. Go slow, now.”
