The Baby (The Boss 5)

“Come on,” I said, taking her hand and pulling her toward the door “You haven’t seen what I really want to show you.”

I led her to the weirdest, most wonderful part of Neil’s wedding gift to me. “Ta-da!”

Gena stepped into the machine room, her eyes widening as she realized what she was seeing. “Oh, my god.”

“Yeah, that’s was pretty much my response,” I said, remembering my reaction when Neil had first showed me the three mechanical wonders he’d gotten for us. A Sybian, the classic saddle vibrator I had fantasized about for years stood on its own raised platform. Neil had added ankle cuffs to the dais, as well as loops to bind my arms. More than once I’d found myself trapped while orgasm after orgasm painfully seized my muscles.

Farther back, a black leather bench, also modified for bondage, stood in front of an H-shaped bit of machinery that could work two independently motorized arms at ridiculous speeds for double penetration by interchangeable dildos. But my favorite of all was the simple, elegant mechanism that stood in front of a black leather chaise in the center of the room.

“Does this do what I think it does?” Gena asked, tentatively running her fingers over the gleaming steel rod.

“Yup.” I nodded and crossed my arms ove

r my chest. “That is a fucking machine.”

“Holy shit.” She giggled.

“Well, technically, they all are. But this one is my favorite. See this?” I pointed to the flywheel that created the thrusting motion of the rod. “It goes crazy fast. I have squirted so many times using this thing.”

Wow, it was kind of awesome talking to Gena like this. Maybe it was because she was a woman, but I didn’t feel like I had to be coquettish or polite with my terminology around her. She was a chick, she knew how her body worked, and she wouldn’t be shocked.

“Do you think I could try it?” she asked, biting her lower lip.

“Um, obviously. I wouldn’t show you my toys, and not let you play with them. But have you been on a Sybian before?” When she shook her head, I added, “You have so got to try it, first.”

“They’re as good as everyone says?”

I nodded silently, my eyes wide to convey the intensity without words.

She grinned. “Okay. Well, saddle me up, partner.”

I went to the chest of drawers against the wall, between the windows, and found a bottle of lube and one of the penetration attachments. “How about this? You don’t have to use the dildo, but it’s really—”

When I turned, I saw Gena already shimmying out of her skirt. She pulled her tank top over her head, as if in slow motion, and stood before me in a black satin bra that barely contained her lush breasts, and black panties cut high on her hips.

God, she was gorgeous.

“You pick,” she said with a sly smile, because she knew, she had to know, how fucking hot she looked.

“Well, now, I really feel overdressed,” I said with a nervous laugh. I had to touch her. My palms tingled for want of feeling her skin under my hands. Every step I took increased the nervous butterflies that didn’t bother with my stomach and dove straight between my legs. I placed the attachment and the lube carefully on the platform, then turned back to her.

“I know that you’re submissive to Neil,” Gena said in that breathy voice that reminded me of Marilyn Monroe. “But I’m a guest here. So, feel free to tell me what to do.”

“In that case, I think you should unzip me.” I turned and lifted my hair. My heart beat so hard it moved my dress. Gena’s hot breath teased the nape of my neck, then her lips touched feather-soft kisses down to the neckline of the dress before her fingers found the zip and pulled it down.

My knees trembled as I faced her and slid the dress to the floor. Beneath it, I wore a blue lace bra and matching garter belt to hold up my nude silk stockings. And absolutely no panties.

“You look incredible,” she said, her hungry gaze raking over me like a physical touch.

“Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself.” I winced. “That was such a stupid thing to say.”

“No, it was cute. Really.” Her nose wrinkled when she laughed. I’d never wanted to kiss someone’s nose before. At least, not the way I wanted to kiss hers. I imagined licking droplets of sweat from her face as she rode the Sybian, helpless to come down from the bone-shaking orgasms that tore through her.

I reached for her, sliding my arms around her bare waist to pull her body against mine. Gena’s body was what some would consider plus-sized, but it was a body most women would envy: comfortable curves you could sink your fingers into, wide hips and thick thighs that made her look more like a Coke bottle than a Barbie. Everything about her was silky and soft, and I ached, remembering the feeling of her bare skin on mine. I skimmed my hands over her hips, then up her sides to cup her breasts. She moaned, and I caught it in my mouth, one hand gliding down her back to squeeze her ass as our tongues tangled.

The clasp on her bra was surprisingly tricky to pop from the front, but I managed it, and she shrugged it down her arms while I nibbled kisses down her neck. Once her breasts were free, I wasted no time bending my head to them. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and teased it lightly with my teeth; her ribcage rose with a harsh, audible breath.

Her hand snaked between us, sliding down my stomach, straight to the point, no warm up. Not that I needed any. We were both so horny I think we would have done away with the idea of the sex machines altogether and just eaten each other out right there on the floor if I hadn’t grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.