Playing with Her

by Erika Wilde

  He slowly walked around her so that he was now facing Stephanie again and let his gaze roam down the length of her gorgeous body. He took in her high, firm breasts, the indentation of her waist, the flare of her hips, and those supple thighs he wanted to bury his face between so he could drown in her scent and taste.

  Jesus, it made his dick impossibly hard how goddamn beautiful and uninhibited she was. How sexy and sensual and proud . . . yet perfectly obedient.

  “Take down your hair,” he ordered, wanting access to it so he could wrap his hands in those thick tresses and control her movements when the time came.

  Reaching up to her head, she began pulling pins from the updo as he took off his suit jacket and laid it over a nearby spanking bench, followed by his tie. Pieces of her hair started falling around her shoulders and bounced in soft waves down her back while she watched him unfasten the button at his wrist, then roll up the sleeve of his shirt.

  She bit her lower lip, her breath quickening as he gradually revealed one muscular forearm, then the other. She’d once confessed to him that watching him roll up his sleeves turned her on because it spoke of confidence and masculinity, power and strength, and ambition and authority. And when he cuffed his shirt in the playroom, she knew things were about to get seriously dominant and physical.

  By the time he was done and her hair was completely unbound, her face was flushed. Her eyes were hazy with desire, and her nipples were furled so hard and tight he was tempted to bite them just to hear her moan. She’d stepped out of her dress but was still wearing her heels, and as much as he enjoyed fucking her with them on, that wasn’t the plan tonight.

  “Take off your shoes, too,” he said, keeping his voice firm and direct. “The only thing I want you wearing is the diamond collar around your neck and your engagement ring.” Both of which claimed her as his. “Then I want you up on the bed, facedown, ass up, and your arms stretched above your head, while I decide what I’ll use to deliver your punishment.”

  At his explicit order, undeniable lust glowed in her eyes and she walked toward the bed—which was covered in soft black sheets and made specifically for bondage play with a multitude of metal slats and cross bars to accommodate restraints, riggings, and anchors, depending on what he wanted to do to Stephanie. While she situated herself, he went to the cabinet where he stored their impact play toys.

  Wanting something that would heighten Stephanie’s endorphin levels and provide equal parts pain and pleasure, he passed over the leather paddles and crops and selected a flogger. The tails on this one were long and soft and made of suede, initially deceptively luxurious as the strands trailed along bare skin—until a precise flick of the wrist, and then the strike of those tails provided a merciless, titillating sting of ecstasy that never failed to make Stephanie exceedingly wet and incited her need to come.

  And that’s precisely what he required before introducing Stephanie to her gift. He needed her pussy as slick as possible and eager to be fucked and her body right on the edge of orgasm.

  He also retrieved one of the spreader bars from a nearby shelf, then strolled toward the side of the bed where Stephanie had dutifully assumed the provocative and submissive position he’d requested—her perfect ass raised high and her cheek resting on the sheet. Her face was turned toward him and her gorgeous blonde hair and smooth, creamy skin were such an arousing, sensual contrast to the black fabric covering the mattress.

  Despite her compliant, docile pose, excitement sparked in her eyes as soon as she saw him holding his choice of punishment and the metal rod that would immobilize her legs. God, this woman. Was there nothing she wouldn’t do for him? With him? Tonight, they’d find out.

  After setting the flogger and other apparatus on the bed for a moment, he took the leather restraints already attached to one of the loops in the headboard and secured a fur-lined cuff around each of her wrists. Realizing there was too much slack for his liking, he went to the foot of the bed, grabbed her upturned hips, and pulled her body all the way down the length of the mattress, until her arms were completely extended above her head without any leeway, and her bent knees reached the edge of the bed.

  He smacked her bare ass with his flattened palm just because he was tempted to, with just enough force that she inhaled a sharp, startled breath at the unexpected contact. “Spread your legs,” he ordered as he grabbed the metal bar, his dick pulsing as her thighs parted a good two feet, giving him a full view of her already glistening pussy, along with the petaled base of the anal toy still inserted in her back entrance, which he left in place for now.

  Grabbing the metal bar, he fastened each end around her calves with the straps, then expanded the rod even farther, rendering her immobile. Then he picked up the flogger and began his seductive torment, at first dragging the tails slowly down her back, then gently slapping the suede strands against her skin, her ass, her thighs, to let Stephanie get used to the stimulating sensation.

  He tapped the tendrils between her spread legs, just light enough that the ends caressed her pussy and clit like a teasing kiss. She gasped and squirmed the best she could considering her restraints, signaling that she wanted and needed more.

  Mac readily obliged, and with every lash of the flogger, he gradually increased the force and brunt of each impact, her impassioned moans urging him on. Using a heavier hand, he whipped the strands across her bottom, and she cried out as the suede smacked her flesh with each controlled strike. He continued until faint red lines appeared on her ass, then alternated between her thighs and her now sensitive pussy in gentler strokes, until she was quivering and begging for release and he was so fucking hard that he wanted to bury his dick deep inside her right here and now.

  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.

  “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.

  He came around to where her face was and put his hand around his own hard, thick shaft, already leaking pre-come from the tip. Using the remote with his free hand, he pressed another button, and Stephanie cried out as the speed increased, the two cocks driving impossibly deeper and scraping along more sensitive nerve endings in the process. Her entire body quivered, her pussy ached, and she sobbed with the excruciating need building exponentially inside her.