She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. She was on a mission to seduce Cole, but sex with him would only be a means to an end.
She brought her gaze to his face and found him staring at her with a knowing glint in his eyes. Her cheeks heated from him catching her ogling him. He crooked his finger at her, silently commanding her to join him.
Tossing her ponytail over her shoulder, she crossed the room, her sole focus on him. “Yes, Master. How may I please you?”
His lips tilted up in a grin. “Oh, let me count the ways.” He pushed off the wall and took her hands, yanking her closer. “You already please me. Now it’s your turn.” He pulled her over to a row of cabinets bolted to the wall, then opened one and took out a pink box. He removed two silver balls, each the size of a Ping-Pong ball, and placed them in her sweaty palms. “Go to the ladies’ lounge and slip these both inside you. You may need to clench around them to keep them from falling out. When you’re done, you may resume serving the waters.”
All sorts of questions popped into her head. What were these things, and why would she want to put them inside her? Since she wasn’t wearing panties, if the balls fell out of her, others would notice. Yes, it was a sex club, so it wasn’t the worst thing in the world if it happened, but she didn’t want to disappoint Cole. If he wanted her to prove to him she could do this, she would. And he did say it was for her pleasure . . .
She stomped inside the locker room, almost running into Cassandra, who was gathering towels from the floor by the door. Expecting a sarcastic barb, Cassandra shocked her by remaining silent and ignoring her. Danielle wouldn’t have thought the woman was capable of following through with her punishment. Cassandra’s slumped shoulders and her bloodshot eyes, which could only have come from crying, almost made Danielle feel sorry for her. Almost.
After shutting the bathroom stall door, Danielle tried to figure out the best way to get these balls in her pussy. Deciding to remain standing, she ripped off some toilet paper and covered the seat, then placed one foot on it. She took a deep breath and relaxed her muscles before pushing one ball inside her.
It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t pleasurable either. Still, she followed Cole’s directions and slid the second ball inside, clamping down to keep it from popping back out. She lowered her leg to the floor and felt the ball go deeper into her channel. Her pelvic muscles tightened, and a pulse of arousal swirled in her belly.
Cassandra had disappeared by the time she left the ladies’ lounge, but a couple of members she’d never met sat on the same couch where she’d masturbated for the camera. They both stared at her, and her heart immediately started to race. Could they notice she had the balls inside her? Did it matter to her if they could?
It did matter, but not because it embarrassed her. She wanted them to know. It aroused her to think everyone knew Cole had ordered her to insert the metal balls into her pussy and she had followed his orders. The thought made her so slippery, she had to clench her muscles harder, which resulted in another flutter of arousal.
Cole waited for her outside the lounge. “I’ve decided to add another requirement to your task. Don’t spill any of the water.”
“And if I do spill, or if I release the balls?”
“Punishment, of course. Perhaps a few minutes with your nose to the wall.”
The image of standing in a corner with her nose pressed against the wall filled her with a sense of shame. He was right. Punishments inducing shame would always work on her.
“I won’t fail, Master.”
His eyes dilated, and his nostrils flared. “We’ll see. Better get going. We’ve got a lot of thirsty members looking for their water.”
“Yes, Master.” She twirled on her bare feet and padded over to the table with the cups and pitcher of water. Each step caused the balls to rub against the inside of her pussy, stimulating her, but it wasn’t enough to cause her to lose the balls.
She poured ten cups of water and grabbed the tray, balancing it on one hand like a waitress. As she passed Cole, she threw him a little smile to let him know she was doing well. Something in the way he smirked hinted maybe she wasn’t seeing the whole picture.
Only a few minutes later, that missing piece of the puzzle became clearer when a low buzzing began inside of her and she nearly tripped over her own feet. She snapped her head around and glared at Cole to find him laughing, shaking his head, and pointing to the cups. A mix of fear and arousal sent her pulse skyrocketing and her libido into overdrive. The balls vibrated, and Cole held the controls. No way could she hold the balls in or keep from spilling if he brought her to a full orgasm.