Page 39 of The Toy Maker

“Please, fuck me,” I moaned, the words spilling out before I could overthink them.

Jason stilled, his touch retreating. The disappointment came fast, my body aching from the sudden absence.

Then he reached for something just out of sight.

It wasn’t long before Jason introduced another feature. “With the push of a button, a door slides open to give you complete access.”

A soft mechanical hiss sounded beneath me. Before I could process what was happening, a cool, slick tip pressed against my entrance. I tensed, shifting instinctively, but the lube coating the toy made its descent effortless. A slow, steady push filled me, stretching me just enough to draw a sharp inhale from my lips.

Heat prickled over my skin as the clamps latched onto my nipples, the dual sensations sending a sharp spike of pleasure through me. My body arched against the table, muscles tightening as the teasing built to an unbearable peak. My breaths turned ragged, and my voice was raw with desperation.

“Please—” My plea broke off in a whimper, my fingers curling into useless fists above my head.

Jason took pity on me. Or maybe he was just ready for the real show to begin.

With another push of a button, the toy came to life. It plunged into me with a rhythmic force, matching the pulsing beat of the music that pounded through the room. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through my body, my heart hammering in time with the movement.

Jason’s grin widened as he watched the expression of pure, unfiltered euphoria spread across my face. His violet eyes gleamed under the stage lights, soaking in every shudder, every moan.

I let go.

The energy in the room was electric, feeding into my body like a current, and I surrendered to the ecstasy building inside me.

The name perched on the edge of my tongue almost escaped, but the moment swallowed it whole as my orgasm shattered through me. My back arched off the table, my moans ripping through the air, echoing over the hungry crowd.

The cheers grew louder. Demands for more, for harder, for faster.

It wasn’t until Jason’s eyes locked onto mine that I realized I was the one begging They were dark, amused, and watching me.

“Please.” The whimper was by far the most pitiful noise to ever come out of my mouth. His eyes engulfed my body and watched me squirm on the dildo.

My arousal dripped down my thighs and began to form a small puddle on the floor below me. I rolled my hips to trigger another round of bliss, but Jason cut off the machine before I could bring myself to satisfaction.

His eyes never left mine until he remembered he should be addressing the crowd. “This toy will make any woman beg. Money back guarantee.” When the audience cheered their hearts out and went back to playing in pairs, it was just me and the Toy Maker.

I breathed heavily when he turned to look at me; my chest heaved up and down for his enjoyment, but there wasn’t a smirk across his lips.

“Why didn’t you keep going?” I broke the silent staring contest.

His lips nearly kissed my ear as he spoke, “When I fuck you, I won’t rely on a toy to make you scream.” His voice was low, sincere, and it sent another involuntary jolt of heat through my already spent body.

But before I could muster a response, before I could even pretend to regain control, he straightened, gave me one last lingering look, and turned away.

I yanked at my restraints, my wrists aching as frustration bubbled beneath my skin.Damn him. I cursed myself for ever playing into his game.

The crowd still buzzed with excitement, their attention slowly shifting to the next spectacle.Of course, he would leave me like this.

Minutes passed, nearly an eternity of humiliation, before a familiar presence approached.

Ethan found me not long after Jason disappeared into the crowd. He gave me a soft smile and released me from the device.

My legs morphed into Jell-O the second they touched the ground; I would have been on the floor if not for Ethan’s quickreaction time. Once feeling returned to my extremities, he loosened his grip.

“Are you alright?” He hesitated to pull his arm away.

I shook myself back to reality. “I’m fine,” I stammered.

Ethan’s nodded, and his focus shifted to my naked body pressed against his. I followed his gaze and realized where we were.