Page 70 of The Toy Maker

“And you’re so sensitive,” he chuckled when I flinched. “Take a deep breath,” he instructed, his calmness grounding me.

I listened instinctively, relaxing even as he led me to stand beneath the metal pipe hanging from the ceiling.

“Choose a safe word.”

I snickered, then realized he was serious. “Oh,” I cleared my throat, caught off guard. “Can it be anything?”

Jason raised an eyebrow, clearly unamused. “Something memorable, that can’t be mistaken as enthusiasm.”

“Uh, pipe?” I suggested, glancing up.

His lips curved. “Are you trying to be a smartass?”

Bad idea.“I’m new to this.”

“I know,” he said simply, and for some reason, that only made me feel more naked than before.

“Guava.”

Jason laughed, making it obvious he thought the choice was ridiculous. “Guava,” he repeated, shaking his head slightly, but he didn’t argue.

Jason walked over to the table and brought back a silver bullet vibe.

“I want you to slide this inside you. Don’t let it fall out.” He placed the toy in my hand and watched as I obeyed.

My hands trembled as I positioned the toy against my entrance. I expected more resistance, but some part of me, a large part of me, enjoyed the type of sick foreplay Jason had a penchant for, and the proof was dripping down my thighs.

His expression didn’t change, but his eyes darkened slightly, and I swore I saw a flicker of approval.

The vibrations started as soon as it disappeared inside me. I stood there, trying to hold myself steady, the buzzing inside me already testing my control.

Before I adjusted, Jason pushed me to my knees. My breath came in quick, shallow bursts as he chained my hands behind my back, leaving my chest on display.

Without a word, he began unbuttoning his shirt, the sight of his bare chest stealing what little focus I had left.

Next, he dropped his pants, and his obvious erection made a shiver climb up my spine. When his cock sprang free inches from my face, I whimpered.

He stepped closer and grabbed a fistful of my hair, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “We have some unfinished business.” He guided me toward his throbbing dick. Before I could respond, he pushed the tip up to my mouth and commandedme to open. Jason’s fingers tightened slightly in my hair as he murmured one final warning. “If you cum without permission, you will regret it.”

The threat only piqued my interest.

I gagged as Jason pushed deeper into my mouth, his cock stretching my lips as I struggled to take him. I choked as he fucked my throat with his hand guiding me by my hair, yanking me down farther every time I pulled back to gasp for breath.

The heat building between my legs was overwhelming as the vibrations of the toy seemingly intensified. Each time Jason’s cock filled my mouth, the pressure in my core tightened, making it harder to hold back the orgasm threatening to crash over me.

Just when I thought I might lose control, Jason pulled out and a string of drool dangled off my lips. I sucked in a deep breath, relying on my restraints to keep me upright.

“You did well,” he praised, his grip on my hair loosening and his touch wandering over my cheek. He lifted my chin, and for a moment, I thought he might kiss me. I gazed up at him, my chest rising and falling with every labored breath.

By then he stood, leaving me chained to the pipe.

I sucked in a deep breath as he wandered back to the table, his cock glistening with my saliva. The sight made my mouth water.

“You can handle more, don’t you think?” he teased, glancing over his shoulder at me.

I nodded instinctively, my voice momentarily lost in a haze of excitement.

Jason raised an eyebrow, chuckling. “You can speak.”