Playing with Her

Except that would defeat the purpose of the gift awaiting Stephanie, and for now he kept his own lust in check.

Setting the flogger aside, he slid his hand between her legs to test how aroused she was and groaned deep in his throat when her slick juices coated his fingers. She was fucking soaked and beyond prepped for the next phase of their scene.

“I think you’re ready for your birthday present now,” he murmured huskily, and removed the toy from her ass.

She made an inarticulate sound in the back of her throat as the larger plug stretched her tissues on the way out. “If it means I get to come, then yes, please, I want my birthday present now,” she said, her voice breathless.

Chuckling at her enthusiasm, he dropped the toy into a nearby container to sanitize later, then released Stephanie from the spreader bar and wrist cuffs. Once they were off, he gave her a few extra seconds to stretch any kinks from her body due to the confining restraints, because he was going to need her plenty limber and pliable for what was coming next.

He helped her off the bed, then led her back to the red sheet draped over the odd-shaped object. “Go ahead and uncover it,” he told her.

He swallowed the thick knot in his throat as she grabbed the material. As if she were a bit uncertain, too, about what she was about to reveal, she slowly pulled the fabric away.

Upon seeing what was beneath, her reaction was immediate. Her eyes widened, she gasped in shock, and she instinctively took a step back, as if the new addition to their playroom offended her.

Fuck. Mac’s entire body stiffened as he prepared himself for his worst fear about to play out right in front of him.

“Oh, my God,” she said, dismay still lacing her voice as she stared in apprehension at the contraption. With the dual, lifelike dildos horizontally attached to the device, the machine was clearly meant to fuck her ass and pussy at the same time.

“Jesus, Mac,” she breathed, crossing her arms over her bare breasts and shaking her head as she seemingly tried to process the kinky-as-fuck apparatus in front of her. “This is so . . . obscene.”

He wanted to laugh to alleviate the tension of the moment, but his stomach was twisting and turning too badly to exert any humor into the situation. “It is,” he agreed, because there was no denying that a fucking

machine was about as X-rated and perverse as things got. “And if you’re not comfortable trying this out, then we don’t have to use it.”

She bit her lower lip a few seconds, as if debating. “I’m . . . I’m not sure,” she said, and there was no mistaking the hesitation in her voice as she looked into his eyes and searched his gaze. “I mean, what made you decide to get this machine?”

He exhaled a deep breath, trying to release the tension in his body. “Remember a few months ago when we did a scene together that simulated you being fucked by me and two other men?”

She nodded, her face flushing at the steamy, risqué memory. “That was just a fantasy.”

“A fucking hot one that turned us both on,” he reminded her. “And this is the only way that fantasy will ever come close to becoming reality, because I’m not letting any other man touch you, let alone fuck you.”

Needing contact with her, he reached out and gently smoothed a strand of hair from her cheek, hating to think that he might have screwed up so damn badly with this gift. “But I understand if this new addition is too much, that maybe I went too far thinking you’d enjoy something like this.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, and he felt her body relax as his fingers caressed her jaw. When her lashes opened again, her gaze was calm, the doubts gone. “Honestly . . . I’m not completely opposed to the idea,” she admitted, and glanced back at the apparatus, this time with a sliver of interest and fascination. “I think I was initially so stunned because I wasn’t expecting something so . . . intimidating.”

He arched a brow. “Intimidating?”

“I mean, look at those penises that are connected to the machine,” she said, pointing to the large phallic attachments. “They’re huge, and the thought of taking them both, at the same time, is a bit daunting.”

He couldn’t stop the arrogant smirk that kicked up the corners of his mouth. “Yeah, so about those penises . . . when I had this built for you, I did something insane. I had my erect dick casted and, well, those two attached silicone penises are replicas of my cock. Pretty realistic, don’t you think?”

Her mouth dropped open in disbelief. “I want to ask if you’re joking, but clearly you’re not.”

He shrugged. “What can I say? I don’t want anyone else’s cock in you but mine.”

She burst out laughing, the light, amused sound alleviating some of his anxiety. “God, you really are perverse,” she said, not in accusation but with her voice laced with something akin to affection.

He exhaled a relieved breath and gave her a wicked grin. “So, can I interest you in a foursome?”

Chapter Six

Stephanie worried her bottom lip as she considered Mac’s question. Admittedly, her initial shock and trepidation upon first seeing the metal device and what it was meant to do to her had ebbed to an undeniable curiosity over the past few minutes. Yes, the machine itself and those dual penises were more than a little unnerving, not to mention the thought of being strapped on to the contraption, unable to move, and enduring the depth and speed of two very large cocks fucking her at the same time.

Yeah, the apprehension was real, but she’d never backed down from a scene that Mac presented, no matter how unorthodox or sexually challenging, because she ultimately trusted Mac. Trusted him with her heart and with her body and knew he’d never do anything to deliberately harm her. That anything they did together would always culminate in pleasure, even if there was a twisted element to his demands before he allowed her that eventual ecstasy.

This was about as twisted and depraved as it got.