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 - my comfort, 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 enough to 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 of padding 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.

Laying my cheek back down on the head rest, I close my eyes and let out a small moan of appreciation at the sensation before my hips can’t seem to keep still and I start to slowly grind down on those delicious vibrations.

I’d almost forgotten where I was, lost in the heady pleasure of waves of vibrations concentrated exactly as I want them. But then Kiahn steps into my wanton little trance when I hear his hoarse voice ask, “can I watch you, little female?” My eyes flutter open to see him still standing over me at my side. I let out a shaky breath. I was fully lost to the moment then. I probably would have ground my way to orgasm without even thinking. “Can I watch you make yourself come on my bench?”

I peer up at him. His eyes so green and bright - trained on me so intently like my answer could equally ruin him or make him. I nod my head.

And then he’s gone from my sight. I have to find him again in the reflection of the mirror.

And what I see - and now hear - is Prince Kiahn dragging a chair by its back across the floor until it sounds like he stops at ‘the business end’ of the breeding bench - right in front of where my thighs part for him. I suck in a breath. Surely he didn’t mean-

Glancing up at the mirror, I see that yes, that’s exactly what he meant by watching me.

All I can see is his two, black horns raising up from behind my bare ass.

“You’re going to watch… like that?”

“Yes,” he grunts, and he’s sitting so damn close, I can feel his breath on my exposed pussy. “Please, continue. Let me watch you, Niska.”

“Oh, my God.” I bury my face into the crook of my arm, covering my eyes, questioning why that is so hot? Why is the total exposure of his face being so, so incredibly close to my pussy while I get myself off doing it for me? Shouldn’t I feel shame?

Because I don’t.

I feel… worshiped in a way.

I can feel the heat of Kiahn’s breath ghost across my inner thighs and start to rock harder against the vibrating pad.

“Fuuuck, you are a pretty sight,” he curses. “Keep going, little bride.”

I turn my heated face into the silky padding and breathe out his name on a moan.

“I’m here. I’m right here, watching your beautiful little cunt.”

I groan louder, feeling my pleasure tighten like a wind-up toy, ready to release and burst with energy.

Suddenly, I can feel every breath of Kiahn’s. Is he inching closer? The fact that I’m strapped down and can’t see exactly what he’s doing is only heightening every sensation for me. “Good little female, that’s it,” he coos to my pussy, and I can feel every word caress my flesh, sending goosebumps up my spine.