Playing with Her

“Okay,” she said, giving Mac a smile along with her consent. “Happy birthday to me,” she teased. “Do I get to at least name the penises?”

“No,” he growled, his tone possessive as he moved toward the machine. “They already have names. Mac and Brent,” he said, using his given name for one of them.

She laughed, even though she knew he was completely serious. Her fiancé didn’t want another man inside her body or her head. Fair enough.

When he glanced back at her, his demeanor had already shifted into his dominant role again. They were back in scene.

“Come here and get on your knees on this leather pad,” he instructed, indicating the middle part of the machine meant for someone to occupy.

Already naked, her heart beating faster than normal, she obeyed his order, finding the cushioned pad beneath her bent legs surprisingly comfortable, rather than kneeling on the bare hardwood floor.

“I’m going to secure you onto the machine,” he said, letting her know what was about to happen so she was prepared and not startled.

He bent down and attached a leather buckle just below one of her knees and at her ankle, then gently grabbed her opposite leg to spread her thighs indecently wide apart, exposing her sex and the crease of her ass. Another strap fastened tight around her other limb in both places, effectively anchoring her lower body in place. She tried to move her legs, but it was as though they were cemented to the ground.

Her pulsed raced, and she swallowed hard, forcing herself to relax as Mac glided a hand up her back, beneath the fall of her hair, and splayed his palm between her shoulder blades. His touch was firm and unyielding, forcing her to obey his silent command as he guided her torso slightly downward, toward a slanted panel in front of her that fit perfectly along her abdomen to just below her sternum, leaving her breasts to swing free instead of being squashed.

She inhaled a quick breath as another restraint tightened around her back, locking her upper body to the leather-covered panel. Her hands and arms were still free, but not for long.

“Rest your forearms on those padded armrests,” he ordered, and once she did as he requested, he went to work securing her arms and wrists with more restraints. “This will help alleviate pressure on your back and let you enjoy what’s happening without being too uncomfortable.”

Enjoy what’s happening? she thought a bit frantically. Jesus, she was so thoroughly strapped in everywhere, her movements completely restricted, more than she’d ever been before—or maybe it was the thought of those two huge cocks ruthlessly pistoning inside her at the same time that had panic rising to the surface.

She felt so vulnerable, and an inarticulate sound made its way out of her throat as she tried to not completely freak out.

The next second, Mac was crouched in front of her, his hands gently cupping her face and tipping her chin back to force her gaze to his. She immediately saw the concern in his eyes, and God, she really didn’t want to tap out so soon and disappoint him.

“Breathe, baby,” he murmured in a soothing tone as he swept his thumbs along her cheek, his soft, caring caress and his husky voice subduing her anxiety. “Slow and deep so you don’t hyperventilate on me.”

Wanting nothing more than to please him, she followed his instructions, until her body finally, gradually began to relax.

He must have felt the tension leave her, too, because an affectionate smile touched his lips, his dominance put aside for now. “I know being restrained to a machine like this is intense and probably even a little scary—”

“Not to mention being fucked by two of your cocks and worrying about being split in two,” she managed to joke.

He chuckled. “Yeah, that, too. But trust me, I’m not going to give you more than you can handle, and you’re not going to split in two,” he teased right back. “And you’re always a safe word away from me stopping everything and setting you free if that’s what you need at any time.”

His promises meant everything to her, because she knew they weren’t made in vain. “I know.”

His gaze searched her face. “Are you good?”

She nodded in affirmation.

He gave her a dark frown. “I need to hear you say it,” he ordered in a low voice, but there was no mistaking he was back in command again.

She knew how important her consent was to him and gave him the words. “Yes, I’m good, sir.”

He

released her face and stood, then moved to a dresser behind her. She heard a few drawers open, then close, before he returned. He tucked a small clicking device in the palm of one of her hands and curled her fingers around the gadget to hold it securely.

She lifted her gaze to his, and his sinful smile spoke volumes, as did his next distinct words that made his intentions very clear. “Just in case your mouth is otherwise busy and you can’t speak and need to stop, just click the button.”

Before this scene was over, there wouldn’t be an orifice on her that wouldn’t be filled by one of Mac’s cocks. Possibly, all at the same time. The illicit thought caused a spiral of heat to pulse between her thighs, right where she could feel Mac lining up both of the silicone dildos. One pressed insistently where she was still so wet from his earlier punishment with the flogger, and the other shaft, slick with lube, pushed its way into her back entrance.

Once that was done, he stood back and pressed a button on the remote he held in his hand, and Stephanie whimpered as those two dicks started sliding their way into her body. Slowly, relentlessly impaling her. Stretching her. Filling her. One, then the other, then both at the same time. Surging deep, then deeper still. Stealing her breath and breaking her in with each rhythmic thrust until she was panting—no longer from the burning pain of accommodating two cocks but from the increasing friction in two sensitive places, and one that stimulated her swollen clit with every driving stroke into her pussy.

“Jesus Christ, that is so fucking hot,” Mac said on a guttural groan, watching everything with a ravenous look in his eyes while he quickly removed the rest of his clothes.