Willow brushed a lock of damp hair from her green eyes. “How many times have you climaxed riding my machine tonight?”
She shook her head frantically, and he knew she meant that she couldn’t remember, not that she didn’t want to tell him. He laughed and moved his hands to her chest, cupping her shaking tits through the material. “You know there are women who don’t orgasm when they ride my machine, Jade?”
“I… Don’t they?”
“No. That shows how damaged you are, how you want it more and more and more. I’m starting to think you’re a nymphomaniac.”
“No!”
“Yes.” He loosened his grip on her breasts, holding his palms flat to her nipples and letting them brush against his hands as she rode the dildo behind her. Jade whimpered, the pulsing metronome of the machine seeming to grow louder in the quiet of the room.
“Do you remember why your father sent you to me?” Willow asked. He’d come up with the back story while he was still by the pool, waiting for Eden to text, and like a good little actress, Jade nodded;‘Yes, And: The Roleplay Edition.’
“I’m going to remind you anyway,” Willow said quietly. “You should be constantly aware of why you’re here. It was because you were embarrassing your entire family. Flirting with men at society events. Displaying your body to whoever was willing to look.”
Jade shook her head, moaning pitifully.
“That is what you were doing. You were a disgrace. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was a night last summerwhen your gentleman father came home to find you straddling a banister, riding the wood as though it were a man. Riding it…” Willow closed his fingers and thumbs over Jade’s nipples. “… like you’re humping my machine, right now. Only the banister wasn’t inside you. It couldn’t reach all those deep places, could it?”
Jade hung her head in shame, though her hips never stopped rocking back to meet the dildo.
“Look at me,” Willow demanded. “Stop desperately trying to stimulate yourself like the whore you are, and show me some respect.”
She continued to refuse, so he squeezed her nipples tight, making her yelp. She forced herself to meet his gaze, a tortured expression on her pretty face as the machine pumped into her, making her ass ripple with every thrust.
He watched her for a long moment, fingers still clamped on her nipples, and her lips puckered in a way he knew as well as he knew his face in the mirror. “You’re close again, aren’t you?”
“Yuh-Yuh-Yes.”
Willow forced himself to laugh, releasing her tits and getting to his feet. He wandered to the minibar and pulled out a stupidly expensive bottle of Glenfiddich.
Sorry, Sony…
As he poured the thumb-sized bottle into a glass, he heard Eden’s panting grow harder. Getting ignored was a kink of hers in scenes like these. The idea that he could take or leave the gorgeous thing he was tormenting. Hiding his smile, he turned to face her. “I’m helping you. Helping your father. Isn’t that right, Miss Jade?”
She nodded, wordlessly staring at the bulge in his pants.
“And it’s still not enough,” he said, tapping his wedding ring against the side of the tumbler. “You want something bigger. You need something real inside you, don’t you?”
More vigorous nodding. “Puh-Puh-Please, Doctor?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Willow said, taking a drink. “I’m beginning to doubt it would do you much good.”
“It willlllll,” she wailed. “I always feel better af-af-after.”
“I’ll consider it.” He walked toward her and saw what he’d been hoping to see—aside from a close up of his wife getting fucked—a dial switch. The machine was set to the medium speed, and he reached down and flicked it higher. It whirred, pushing the dildo with slick, powerful strokes. Eden screamed; tossed her head andscreamedlike she’d caught fire.
“Like that?” he asked. “Feel good?”
But Eden could only scream; scream and writhe and hold herself upright on trembling arms. She came quickly, finishing all over the fake cock. Willow had never envied a dick so much in his life, but not for long. He flicked the machine down to the lowest setting, and Eden gasped, shifting away from the dildo.
“Thank you, Doctor McKinley,” she muttered.
“You’ll thank me better than that.”
Downing the last of his scotch, Willow set aside the tumbler and began rolling up his sleeves. Eden watched, her face glazed with need.
“Now, before I give you what your whorish little body wants, I want you to repeat my rules back to me,” he said. “What have I told you about my treatments?”
