Page 33 of Take the Sub and Run

“To tie him to the bed,” Sofie said slowly.

“Yes.”

“And fuck him.”

“Yes.”

Sofie licked her lips, eyeing Andrei as she pictured doing that to him. Having him naked and at her mercy. Her breath quickened with arousal, except… Except she had no idea what she’d actually do with him if she had him like that.

Andrei released her foot, his hand traveling up her leg to her knee. Then it skipped over to her breasts, cupping one and lazily rubbing his thumb over her nipple.

Sofie arched back, offering herself.

“Are you a switch?” he asked as he tugged her nipple.

“No?”

“Not sure?”

“I’ve never tried,” she said honestly.

“I see. So you’re not sure if the idea of having a partner at your mercy is because you want control, or because…” He leaned in, lips brushing her cheek, her ear. “That first orgasm wasn’t enough. You need more. Need to come again. And you think you can get what you need if you could ride my cock.”

She nodded frantically, paused, shook her head, then nodded again.

“No, tell me,” he scolded, pulling hard on her nipple.

She yelped. “Yes, I want to come again. No, I don’t think I’d get what I need if I were in charge of riding your cock. I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“Wouldn’t know what to do if you had to top?”

That wasn’t exactly what she meant, but she nodded.

“If you need to ride…then you’ll ride.”

Nine

Cool air hit her warm, naked body as Andrei released the edges of the soft blanket and she shivered, instinctively tucking into him. This time, Andrei didn’t let her cuddle against him. Leaning forward, he forced her to lean back against his arm as his head bent, his lips fastening on her nipple. She sucked in a breath as he sucked hard on first one, then the other. When his mouth lifted, the air against her wet nipples made her shiver once more, the areola ruching tight around the hard, pink tip.

Andrei shifted her off his lap and stood.

Not sure what to do, Sofie got to her knees, legs slightly spread, and watched him. Replaying his words, nerves twisted her gut, because she didn’t really know what he’d been implying when he said, “If you need to ride, then you’ll ride.”

If he expected her to know what to do if he just lay on a bed, cock out, they would both be disappointed.

She half expected him to make a bed magically appear, so frowned when he brought over what looked like a modified, heavy-duty sawhorse. She had a few collapsable sawhorses in her studio she used to set up large work tables when needed, but this one was both taller, wider, and sturdier.

The wide top piece was covered in a matte fabric, though not padded like the trunk. The rungs on the sides were mounted horizontally, like little platforms rather than in line with the black wood legs. It wasn’t a spanking bench she didn’t think, because didn’t those have two different platforms—one for legs, one for chest? And usually the leg parts stuck off the back.

Her confusion deepened when he brought over a heavy black case. Setting it down, he undid latches on all four sides, then lifted the top half off. The first thing he removed was a long extension cord. After that, a heavy black item that looked like half of a cylinder, the side profile a half circle.

He set the half cylinder on the top of the sawhorse, which was just barely wide enough to accommodate it. He spent some time fiddling with the underside, presumably attaching the half circle item to the sawhorse. Once he was satisfied, he plugged the extension cord into what must have been a piece of machinery, then unwound the cord as he walked it to the wall and plugged it in.

Sofie leaned forward, trying to see more details as she wracked her memory for something that looked like this.

The final piece of preparation was for Andrei to adjust the height of the side rungs, raising them up until they were just below the top piece.

“Come here, Angel.” The command wasn’t hard, but it was resolute. There was no question that she would obey.

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