Page 82 of Her Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

“Can I use stuff rightnow?” she wheedled as I unlocked the door with my master key. Mostof the doors in the castle didn’t lock at all, but the toys insidethis room were expensive to maintain and required knowledge of howthey worked. I had that knowledge, but when the castle was open,staff members assisted guests in here.

“It would be a wasted tripif you didn’t,” I said, clicking on the light switch.

The way she gasped at thesight before her made my ego swell to alarming proportions. I likedto show off to people; it was a personality flaw I reluctantlyaccepted. With Charlotte, though, it seemed somehow more important.I wasn’t showing off my wealth, I was proving my worth.

“Okay, some of this is…”She wandered slowly into the room, which looked like a gym withmuch different equipment. Tonight, the mirrors on the walls wouldreflect a number of straining, sweating bodies, with mechanicalsounds and screams of pleasure drowning out the music. Now, though,it was a large space full of industrial machinery.

“Is ‘intimidating’ the wordyou’re searching for?” I suggested.

She nodded, struckspeechless. Which was out of character in the extreme for her. Shetrailed her fingertips along the gleaming metal arm of one machine.“What does this one do?”

Rather than describe it, I flipped theswitch. The shining chrome rod slowly began to pump forward andback, and when it came up to a gentle speed, I twisted the dial allthe way up. Her eyes widened as the arm jackhammered the emptyair.

“Whatever dildo is beingused goes on this end.” I pointed to the end of the driving shaft.“And there are plenty of options. There’s even a fist-shaped one,if you were so inclined.”

Her eyebrows were nearly to herhairline.

She moved on to another, asteel cage with a saddle atop it. “And this?”

“Strictly for thepenis-havers, I’m afraid,” I explained, turning the other machineoff and moving to her side. “See?”

She tilted her head to examine the holeat the raised front of the saddle. When in use, a disposable rubbersheath would attach to the built-in pump, while the optionalthrusting mechanism allowed the user to be penetrated from theback. I took her hand and put her fingers in the hole then turnedon the pump.

Her protracted, “Oh…” ofunderstanding made me chuckle.

“So, have you used it?” sheasked.

“Many times.” But usuallyin the privacy of my own accommodations. Which reminded me. “If youdon’t feel like putting yourself on display, we can always have anyof this brought to the house.”

She snorted. “Yeah, I’dhate to have anyone see me doing wild stuff like this. I’mshy.”

“Fair enough.”

Turning away from themachine, she pointed to the saddle-style vibrator in the corner.“Is that what I think it is?”

“It is.” That was the onethat excited our guests the most, probably due to the overwhelmingamount of porn that had bolstered the toy’s reputation. It wasstunningly simple: a high-powered vibrator with optionalattachments for rotating internal stimulation. As uncomplicated asit was, it yielded impressive results. Because the units themselveswere so short, we’d elevated them slightly on platforms to keep ourguests from having to kneel on the floor.

“Can I use this?”Charlotte’s eyes gleamed. “One tiny little orgasm? To tide me overuntil tonight?”

I grinned. “How could Irefuse my princess?”

I flipped through my key ring andheaded to the cabinet to get the attachments. We kept plenty, sothey could be easily swapped out for sanitizing without putting thewhole machine out of use for too long.

There tended to be a line.

“What do you think?” Iasked, holding out a large option and a small one.

She grabbed the larger ofthe two.That’s my girl.

I got us a bottle of lubetoo, though she balked at that. “Trust me, I’m ready togo.”

“Trust me, there’s frictionto think about,” I warned her. “With all of these machines. Sodon’t come in here expecting you won’t need some lubrication, oryou’ll have a bad time.”

“Nobody wants rug burn ontheir pussy,” she conceded, untying her shawl and wiggling herbottoms down while I set up the machine.

With the well-lubed dildojutting up from its cradle, Charlotte climbed on and sank down witha happy sigh. “Okay. I’m ready.”

I put the control box in herhands.

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