It’s too much.
Way too much.
“Too-t-too… Ahh,” I cry, slamming my head back into the pole as the machine works my throbbing clit. My stomach sucksin like it’s trying to run away, heel grinding along a crack in the hardwood.
Once more, I try to meet Sawyer’s eyes, but they’re between my legs. The bottle rests on his thigh as he watches me, lounging back, enjoying the show.
Cruel.
“Please,” I push out past the tension wrapped around my throat.
Sawyer’s eyes find mine. He takes a swig before setting the bottle at his feet. “I have to prepare you, beautiful… There isn’t any getting around that, but I’ll respect your wishes as much as I can. You told me not to touch you, so we’re going to have to settle for this.”
“No,” I wheeze.
“No?” He raises a brow. A smug smile tugs at his lips.
Turn it off.
I open my mouth to say the words, but all that comes out is a loud, slow moan as my body shakes with a second orgasm. My feet shuffle to shake out the stimulation, but it just keeps coming. My body can’t come down from the high before it starts to build again.
“S-Sawyer.” I barely get his name out. The strap has tightened so much, I suck in tiny bits of air. My lungs feel empty—more air out with my moans than I take in.
I vaguely register the moisture rolling down my thigh as my eyelids droop. The whirring sounds as if it’s coming from inside my ear now, and my knees begin to wobble. If I fall, I’ll die. There’s no more slack in the strap to waste.
Please.
Stop.
Please.
Sawyer.
I say a million desperate pleas in my head, but they don’t come out. My throat constantly vibrates with my mewls while my body gets heavier. I slap the pole, dig my hands in, try to hold myself up.
When I blink, Sawyer is in front of me. I widen my hooded lids only for them to droop again.
“Do you like it, Luna?” he asks, his lust so thick, it penetrates my fogged mind.
“N-no.”
“Do you like it as much as you liked my mouth on your pussy?”
I open my mouth, but I don’t know the correct answer. I can hardly think. He leans in so close that when I moan, his lips catch it.
“Do you think you like it as much as you’d like my cock?”
“No.” I clench my eyes shut, putting all my energy into keeping my knees locked. I’ve never felt so weak in my life.
“What do you mean no?” Sawyer’s husky breath brushes my lips.
Knees locked.
Stand up.
Can’t fall.
Every few seconds, I forget to stay still and am jolted by the sharp pull of the belt. My entire body tenses with another orgasm, but this time, I scream out my agony, my lips stretching from how wide I open my mouth.
