Page 28 of Indecent Demands

Seth trailed warm, damp kisses along my neck and I melted. The last of the resistance fled me, and I let the machine fuck me senseless as much as Seth wanted.

“That’s it.” Seth sounded elated. “That’s it, come for me, baby, come as many times as you want. I want to see you overwhelmed with pleasure.”

Seth pressed against me and I cried out, realizing that he was shirtless. I couldn’t feel the rest of his body because of the machine in the way, but his bare skin against my back had my senses jolting into overdrive. I didn’t know what it was about skin-on-skin contact, but it drove me wild.

My head fell back onto Seth’s shoulder and I moaned helplessly as I came a second time, writhing on the dildo. It was making filthy noises now from how wet I’d gotten it, making it all even hotter somehow.

Seth’s mouth moved all over me, kissing my shoulder, my neck, his teeth lightly tugging at my ear. I felt like I was sinking into pure pleasure, a euphoric high I’d never known before. I moaned incoherently, past the ability to sayyesandso good.

I could onlyfeel.

“Maybe I’ll gag you next time,” Seth murmured, his voice tinged with amusement. “But right now… I wanted to be able to do this…”

He wrapped a big hand around my neck and tilted my face up, his mouth sealing over mine. I parted my lips instantly, letting him dictate the kiss, letting him do whatever the hell he wanted to me. I didn’t care—no, I did care, Iwantedhim to keep doing things to my body. He was so amazingly good at it…

My legs and arms trembled uncontrollably and I couldn’t possibly hold myself up. I was completely at Seth’s mercy. He could leave me on here as long as he wanted, until my body completely gave out and I was begging for the machine to stop.

That sent another thrill through me.

Seth seemed to sense this, because he finally sped up on my clit. “One more time for me,” he murmured. “C’mon, one more orgasm for me, let me see how out of control you are. Come for me, come for me…”

I did. God help me, I couldn’t stop myself… his mouth, the fucking, his fingers on my clit… my body seized up in pleasure and I choked on my own breath, shaking uncontrollably as I reached the peak for the third time.

My bones felt like they’d melted away and like I was made of rubber. As my orgasm rocked through me, I could only let it sweep me away. I didn’t even feel quite in my body anymore, like I wasn’t wholly physical. I felt like I was made out of sensations.

As I panted, slumped back against Seth’s chest, the dildo slowed down, fucking me less and less until it came to a stop. I felt my arms lifted up and off the hook they’d been strung around, and then I was slowly lifted up and off the dildo and the saddle. Seth carried me in his arms, bridal style, with my eyes still blindfolded. I had no idea where we were going, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the bliss I floated in and Seth holding me as I sagged against him.

I was taken into another room—the same one as before, perhaps?—and set down on a bed like I had been before the blindfold had been put on me. Once I was lying down, my hands were untied and the fabric was taken off my eyes.

There was one small lamp on in the room, sitting on a nightstand next to the bed, the only thing giving light. It kept the room illuminated without being too jarring or harsh for me.

The room wasn’t anything like what I’d expected. I’d thought I would be in a bedroom. Instead, I was in the kind of playroom that only the rich could afford, the kind I hadn’t ever expected to be in myself. The walls were done up in gray with beautiful patterns in darker silver painted onto the centers, swirling lines that reminded me of the carvings in the ceilings of palaces. The ceiling had dark gray drapes across it, making it all seem smaller and softer, and the floor had a rich, plush black carpet. I was on a bed, and the fucking machine with the saddle that I’d just been on was across the room. There was another fucking machine of some kind at the foot of this bed, a rack and a set of shelves covered in various toys… yes, this was a playroom all right.

This probably should’ve scared me. Or perhaps exhilarated me. Honestly, I was too swept up in my body’s sensations to really take it all in. My body still spasmed with aftershocks, luscious waves of pleasure sweeping through me. Seth cupped my cheek, his thumb gently stroking back and forth against my skin.

That simple touch had my whole body relaxing into the mattress, like I was a puppet with my strings cut. I closed my eyes again and basked in it.

“There we go,” he said in a soft tone. “Just relax.”

I stretched out, relishing in my naked body against the silken covers. I opened my eyes and saw Seth watching me, his gaze dark and hungry. He was bare-chested, and my mouth watered to see all of that muscle laid out in front of me. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to lick it, to suck on his nipples, to bite down on his arms.

Then my gaze dropped lower, and I saw the enormous outline of his erection in his pants.Fuck.

I’d just had a dildo based on his cock inside of me. I knew how big he was. But seeing the bulge in his pants, seeing the real thing… it was different. I felt heat slide through me, down between my legs. I’d just orgasmed multiple times, and yet I found myself wanting him to fuck me. For it to not be a machine—no matter how amazing that machine was—but Seth himself.

Seth smirked, apparently reading my expression. “Normally, I’d ask if you’re up for it, but… you orgasmed. Quite a few times, actually. That means you belong to me. Bargain’s made. So it doesn’t really matter if you’re tired or not, does it? If I want to fuck you, that’s what I’m going to do.”

His tender care with me a few moments ago gave away what a lie that threat was. If he really didn’t care, he would have just started fucking me the moment he put me onto the bed, or maybe not even waited for the bed and just pulled me off the machine to fuck me while I was still strung up on the hook.

But he’d waited. He’d check in with me to make sure that I was alert, and that I wanted this. That I wasn’t going to use the safe word to tap out.

Theideaof the threat, though—the fantasy of it, that he would fuck me good and hard as his prisoner whether I wanted it or not—it had me biting my lip and shivering with desire. My body had been through a lot, but dear God, I wanted the warmth and weight of him on top of me fucking me—

Seth undid his pants, slowly pushing them and his boxer briefs down, revealing the rest of his body. His cock sprang free, flushed and thick, curving up towards his stomach, and I nearly crawled forward to put him in my mouth and suck him down.

Seth stroked his cock slowly, almost showing it off for me, his gaze contemplative as he looked me up and down like he was deciding what to do with me next. I had yet to be with a man who knew how to take his time and pause, who wasn’t rushing for some reason or another. It sent another shiver through me.

“Tonight, you get to choose,” he murmured graciously. “On your back, or on your knees? How do you want to be fucked?”

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