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“You did so well, baby.” Ryker rubs his cock against my slick pussy.

I’m desperate for him to shove it inside me. I want him to fill me. Stretch me. Come all over me.

“My Butterfly wants dick, doesn’t she?”

“Yes. God, yes. Please.”

He walks away.

No, no, no, where is he going?

Ryker picks up the machine and, without saying another word, unboxes the dildo and hooks it to the end of the rod. “What color are you, Tara?”

“Green.” Bright, glorious, vibrant green.

He carries the machine over and positions it between my legs, pressing the tip of the dildo against my opening. “Breathe, baby.”

“I… I am breathing.”

“No. I need you to breathe slower. You’re starting to hyperventilate.”

“Well, if… I am… it’s your fault.”

He smiles down at me. “Inhale.” He sucks in a big breath. “Exhale.” He blows it out.

I want him to kiss me and steal the air from my fucking lungs. Breathing isn’t necessary if I can suffocate in Ryker instead.

“We can’t proceed until you do as you’re told, Butterfly.”

I suck in air from my nose and blow it out through clenched teeth. Clinging to the side of the bench, my fingernails dig into the leather and it’s like my whole body is about to rattle apart again. “I’m still green.”

“Put your feet here,” he says, and I realize he’s popped out two footrests from under the bench.

Oh. My. God. I’ve never felt so desperate and vulnerable and terrified and turned on. This is confusing.

“Tell me when you’re ready.” Ryker waits by my feet, holding a remote. His dick is still hard, out, and unused.

“I want your dick in my mouth while this machine fucks me.” I can’t believe I just let that fly.

“As the Butterfly wishes.” He gradually walks around to stand by my head. Our gazes lock again. “If you can’t say red, tap my leg twice and we stop. Understood?”

I can’t believe we’re going to do this. “Yes, Sir.”

Smiling, Ryker hits the button on the remote. The machine kicks on and the dildo shoves into me slowly. It pumps in an out with a boring rhythm that almost annoys me. I’m too needy for it to go this slow. “Faster.”

He speeds it up and I lay my head back to enjoy it.

Being locked in this room, bound with rope, with only Ryker, makes it feel okay to be overwhelmed by my desires, curiosity, and needs. What happens in the club, stays in the club. No one will ever know that I’m being used like this.

Or that I like it so much.

My head’s buzzy and the ropes around my chest feel like they’re the only thing holding me together. “Faster.” This bit of chaos almost makes me forget my life. But it’s not enough. “Faster.”

Ryker’s eyes darken as he clutches the remote. “What color are you?”

“Green.” The rope knots on my back dig into my spine. I like it. “I’m green. Please make it harder, faster, something.” I must look obscene the way I’m trussed up and splayed on this bench with a dildo ramming my cunt. Shame heats my face.

Ryker must hit the button because the machine fucks me a little harder.

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