Page 59 of Crazed

"Pain?" I ask.

"No. It...ummm..." Her face flushes redder.

"Tell me," I demand.

"I like how it feels," she states.

My lips curl up. My gut was correct. I kiss her thigh then attach the chain to the D ring on the machine. It's on top, near the base of the dildo. I slide the machine a few inches away from her then turn the knob, grabbing the remote.

"Oh!" she moans as the dildo slides in and out of her pussy, gently pulling the chain. Every time the machine removes the toy, it tugs her nipples and clit.

I flip the switch on the wall, and a mirror comes down from the ceiling. It's bigger than her frame and hangs over her body. I rub her thigh and remind her, "Remember the rules, Katiya. If you break them, I'll come back in here and take you home to your apartment. It's your choice. Me, or no me." I turn the power up a notch.

"You don't need to—oh God!" she shrieks.

"Does it hurt?" I ask again.

"No. It...oh...oh please...don't... Massimo!" she cries out.

Arrogance washes over me. "Good girls get to have me before the night is over. Naughty girls go home. Decide what you want, dolce." I spin and leave before she can respond, shutting the door and locking it from the outside.

The room next to it has a monitoring system. TVs line the entire wall. They're already on, and every angle of her body is on display.

I increase the volume that will mix with the music in the club and make sure the video is recording. Then I pour myself a scotch, taking a large mouthful. It burns down my throat to my stomach, leaving a trail of fire behind. But it barely fazes me. My blood is already hot. I stare at my dolce, spread out and watching herself in the mirror. Her whimpers get louder, and I push the remote so the machine thrusts faster.

"Oh God!" she cries out.

My cock stands so erect it hurts. I unzip my pants and palm my shaft, holding myself back from releasing.

I'm coming in her tonight.

Only if she holds up her end of the bargain.

Come on, dolce. Show me what I mean to you.

I take another mouthful of liquor, my ego soaring every time the clamps tug her body parts and she refrains from moving. Each plea she screams is like a gift from God. Time seems to freeze. It goes on and on until she's sobbing so hard for me to permit her to come or let her move that I can't take it anymore.

She surpassed all my expectations. It's incredible how much restraint she has to control her own body. I leave the monitoring room and unlock the door to the playroom.

"Please! I'll do anything! Please let me come!" she chokes, her voice hoarse.

I go to the top of the bed, kneel, then ask in her ear, "Who do you belong to?" I slow down the machine's thrusts.

"You!" she cries, fresh tears falling down her cheek. "Please...oh God! Don't stop it. Oh God!"

"Shhh," I coo, tucking her sweat-filled locks behind her ear. I kiss her forehead, then nose, then mouth. "Do you want the machine or me?"

"You! Please! Yes, that's what I need," she blurts out.

I caress her cheek. "This mouth of yours keeps getting you in trouble."

"I'm... I'm sorry. Please," she begs.

"Pick, Katiya. My cock or a gag."

She doesn't hesitate. "Your cock."

"You want my dick in your mouth?" I ask, wanting to hear her say it again.

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