Page 83 of Not Safe For Work

He arched as much as he could, and mouthed what I thought was a string of curses.

“Speak louder.” I withdrew the dildo almost completely and didn’t slide it back in. “I can’t hear you.”

He bit his lip. “It’s… That feels good.”

“Does it?”

“Yes. Very.”

“You want more?”

“Please.” He was almost whimpering now, and as I pushed the toy back in, his eyes flew open and he breathed, “Oh God…”

I took long, slow strokes. “This machine has a lot of speeds, you know. It could fuck you faster than I can.”

Rick gulped.

“Pretty sure it can go even slower than I can too.”

He closed his eyes and mouthed something I couldn’t understand, but I couldn’t tell if it was a response to what I’d said, or because I’d carefully angled the toy to slide across his prostate.

“Like how that feels?”

He moaned.

“Answer me.”

“Yes! I love it.”

“Good. That’s what I thought.”

Once I was sure he was well-prepped, I reattached the toy to the machine and guided it back to him. He held his breath as I positioned the machine, and moaned when the head of the toy slid back into his ass. He wriggled, as if he thought he could move down enough to take more of the dildo, but no—he was only getting as much as I gave him.

“Ready?” I asked with a grin.

“Yes.” He clenched and unclenched his fists. “Fuck…”

I picked up the remote. As I slowly turned the dial, the motor buzzed to life, and Rick whimpered. Whether from the vibration, or if he was anticipating, I had no idea, but the sound went straight to my balls.

The machine’s arm started slow, sliding the dildo into Rick’s ass at almost glacial speed.

He tensed, sucking in a breath.

I touched his shoulder. “You all right?”

“Yeah. Feels…” He moaned as the toy slid all the way in, and when the machine started to withdraw, he squirmed as much as the ropes allowed. “Fuck.”

“Tell me. How does it feel?”

“It feels…” He gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as I increased the speed. “It feels amazing.”

“Good.”

While the machine fucked Rick, I undressed, making absolutely sure I was well within his line of sight the whole time. His gaze fixed on my cock, he curled and straightened the fingers of his free hand, and he drew his tongue across his lower lip.

Naked and very, very ready, I paused beside him. Before letting myself get too carried away, I checked his feet and fingers. “Still have feeling? Nothing tingling?”

“Nothing tingling.” He gazed up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “Plenty of feeling.”