Clockwork Captive by Anh Leod Read Free Book Online

her ordeal.
    When the inventor had gone back to the house, Brace prowled through the workspace until he found what he was looking for.
    He pulled the foot-long brass cylinder from the drawer and walked back to Celeste, winding the invention’s side knob with his fingers as he went.
    “What’s that?” Celeste asked.
    He smiled and knelt before her. “You’ll see. Do you trust me?”
    “Of course.”
    He wet the brass tip with saliva. “Then watch yourself in the mirror.”
    He held the windup mechanism in one hand and lifted her skirt with the other. Her legs were parted about six inches, perfect for his purposes. He set the tip of the invention against her mons, just above her pearl, and let go of the dial. The little machine sputtered to life.
    Celeste’s pelvis jerked.
    “Lean into it,” Brace urged.
    Celeste complied, then she let her breath out sharply. “Oh, my.”
    “I wonder why he couldn’t sell this one,” Brace said, watching her eyes widen and her lips part.
    She gasped again with pleasure, then one hand pressed against the mirror as she used it to help her balance. Her eyes half-closed and she moaned.
    Brace slid the head of the cylinder between her legs.
    “Oh,” she cried, “right there, please.”
    She moved against it, her juices coating the brass.
    The scent of her arousal made Brace ache with hunger for her. His balls tightened painfully. He wanted to be inside her, but she was enjoying the device too much.
    Her other hand met the first on the mirror and he found himself sandwiched between her and the cool surface, her pelvis thrusting rhythmically along the metal surface.
    She groaned deeply, her forehead touching the mirror. “It’s slowing down, don’t let it stop.”
    Brace wound the dial, Celeste protesting because it stopped vibrating while he did it. He realized that a full wind didn’t last long enough for a woman to find her pleasure and that was probably why it hadn’t made it past the prototype design. Jonathan had some more work to do, and when it was ready Brace would be his first customer.
    He took his fingers from the dial and the cylinder began to vibrate again. Celeste shrieked with pleasure. Her hips jerked and she gasped as she found completion, a low, throaty sound he found infinitely erotic. He felt his cock leaking pre-cum against his underclothes. She pressed her cunny one last time against the vibrating device then tilted away, purring with satisfaction.
    “I’m finally warm,” she breathed.
    He pulled the device from between her legs and stood so he could set it on the low table he recognized from his last visit. When he turned back, he bumped a lever attached to the table and saw a puff of smoke, then the table began to vibrate. He must have engaged a motor. Jonathan had added it since he was there.
    When he looked at Celeste her eyes were wide. “It’s like a life-size version of that vibrating machine.”
    “It must be meant to be a bed,” Brace said, taking the small device from the table.
    Celeste walked, a bit shakily, to it. Fixing her gaze to his, she lifted her thin gown in one flowing movement and tossed it to the floor. Then, she sat down on the table. “Make love to me,” she said, lifting her feet to its surface and sliding back.
    He read the words from her lips because the motor was rather loud. Leaning toward her ear, he asked, “Wouldn’t it be more pleasurable for you to face down?”
    She smiled and turned toward his ear. “I like the way it feels on my back. Very relaxing after that long carriage ride.”
    He wondered how it would feel on his knees, but his cock could care less. When he unhooked his trousers and pushed down his underclothes, it sprang out. He sighed in relief at the taste of freedom. His cock jutted in Celeste’s direction, arrogantly demanding its turn. “Very well, then.”
    She held out her arms as he stepped onto the table, then knelt between her legs. He smelled rain on her skin, and grit, and the pungent