While I stood around, pretending to be doing something in another part of the house, he started a conversation as his hands roamed easily over her, gliding up her thigh, never going too far.
“Did you finish the dishes?” Isaac asked, exactly as his character was supposed to.
“Yes, Sir,” she said sweetly.
“Where’s Ian?”
“He said he had a surprise for me. Told me to come into the living room and wait.”
Yep. Surprise in hand, I was just waiting for my cue.
“I take it to mean you’ve been a good girl?”
“Yes, Sir. Very good.”
And there it was.
Hefting her surprise in my arm, I carried it into the room.
The small sex machine, which we referred to as a saddle, was roughly thirteen inches long and twelve inches wide. It stood approximately eight inches tall. The best way to describe it was as a half of a barrel laid on its side with a padded leather cushion across the center of it. Nothing particularly fancy unless you had a sweet submissive straddling it.
Which we would. And not soon enough.
“Do you think you’ve been good enough for this?” Isaac asked Everly.
She lifted her head, glanced at the machine I’d set on the floor. I carried the plug over to the wall, slid it into the electrical socket.
“Yes, Sir.”
Good or not, I was excited about watching her ride the damn thing.
Isaac lifted her off his lap, steadying her on her feet as I took my seat on the plastic-covered sofa.
“Present,” Isaac commanded.
I watched the show the beautiful fairy put on for us, moving a few steps away, angling herself so that she was facing both of us before she slipped off the silk tank she wore, revealing her small, pert breasts with their dusky pink nipples. Her tiny skirt was the next to go, unveiling a hairless mound at the apex of those soft, smooth legs.
Neither of us had to say anything because Everly knew the drill, lowering herself to the floor, her movements fluid, elegant. She rolled herself out flat, legs wide, toes pointed, that pretty pink pussy on display, practically beckoning my tongue to tease it. Her chest arched upward, arms stretching over her head, hands resting elegantly on the floor.
Beautiful. Absolutely stunning.
I pretended to be relaxed and comfortable, admiring her sweet, lithe body, while my cock thickened with a greed that quite honestly surprised me. “Very nice, fairy princess. Now ass position.”
As though she’d practiced a million times, Everly curled up, rolled over, and propped herself on hands and knees, her sweet little ass facing us at all times. As her chest lowered to the floor, she spread her knees wide, putting all her private parts on display.
She did have a very pretty pussy, one I was hoping we had the pleasure of teasing at some point in the future.
“What did you have in store for her?” Isaac asked, his question directed at me.
“Since she’s been a good girl, I thought I’d let her perform for us.”
While Everly remained perfectly positioned, I took the opportunity to tease her a bit. Ensuring I didn’t block anyone’s view from the window behind me, I walked over, bent down, and slid my fingers along her slit.
I figured she deserved some praise for doing so well, so I fondled her clit, loving her soft moans of pleasure.
“Wait pose, fairy princess,” I instructed as I forced myself to stop before I took it too far, returning to my place, using a cloth to wipe my hands.
Everly repositioned onto her knees, pivoting to face us, toes pressed against the floor, butt resting on her heels as she clasped her hands behind her back, her eyes on me as she waited for my next instruction.
“Did you enjoy that, little fairy?” Isaac asked.
I glanced over at him, wondering if he realized his Irish was showing, the brogue thicker than usual, the pet name tumbling from his lips as though it was natural to refer to a submissive in training in such a manner.
He didn’t look my way, so I turned my attention back to Everly, smirked. If she’d been surprised, she hid it well.
“Yes, Sir, I did. Very much.” Those pretty brown eyes shifted to me. “Thank you, Master Ian.”
“You’re very welcome, princess.” I held out the bottle of lubricant, nodding toward the machine. “Prepare the toy.”
“May I stand, Master Ian? Or shall I remain on my knees?”
“Knees.”
I had to admit, I was rather impressed. She hadn’t missed a beat. I wondered if this was how she would handle being at home with us. Would she sit in the middle of our living room, awaiting her instruction? Or would she sit on the sofa, secretly hoping for some playtime?
I could see it going either way, the more I thought about it. The strangest part was that I was now thinking about it, taking sweet Everly home with us, indulging whenever we wanted.
