Page 70 of Freeing Denver

Somehow, I pull myself from his orbit, and it’s then that I notice what’s already on the comforter.

A small, rectangular device is midway up the bed. It’s about the size and shape of a sewing machine and is attached to a square mount, allowing for it to be angled upwards. A narrow metal arm protrudes from it, and attached to the end is a long, fleshy dildo. A cable leads away from the device, plugged into the wall.

A sex machine.

Here goes nothing.

Climbing onto the bed, I get onto my hands and knees, the dildo positioned at my pussy. My heart is already pounding, my pussy slick with anticipation.

Colt takes the seat at the end of the bed. “Put it inside you.”

I shuffle back, the tip of the toy nudging my pussy, and slide it midway in. Its thick, artificial veins protrude from the soft material, the friction sending shivers up my spine. Once I’m ready, Colt shows me a small, black controller with a dial. A white line increases in thickness the further the dial is turned—and the end of that line is red. “I control the speed, but if it gets too much, you know what to say?”

I nod, swallowing hard. “I say stop.”

“Good girl.”

The low hum of the machine hits me before the movement does. It’s slow, the arm moving forward so the toy buries deeper, and I grip the covers. I’m so wet there’s no resistance, and as it pulls out of me, I clench to hold onto the fullness.

“How does it feel?”

“G-good,” I say quietly, but I wonder why I’d ever ask him to stop. If anything, I want more.

Like he can read my mind, Colt increases the speed. It becomes a slow fuck, then faster, and faster. It’s enough to have me crying out, my back arching, the temptation to bury my moans into the comforter overwhelming.

“Be as loud as you want, Del,” he reminds me, and I’ve barely noticed that he’s standing. “If you hold back, I’ll punish you.”

“Punish me how?—”

A short, sharp slap on my ass makes me whimper, the pain ebbing quickly into pleasure. “Louder, Del.”

I cry out his name, and he speeds up the machine. It’s fast, unrelenting, almost punishing as it fucks me. My orgasm buildsquickly, a sudden burst of pressure between my legs, like my feet have been kicked from beneath me. Instinctively, I press my face into the bed, crying out into the soft covers, clenching my toes and grasping at the bedding like a woman possessed. Waves of pleasure erupt across and through me, my body light, my mind?—

I cry out as Colt’s hand meets my ass cheek, then the other, again and again.

“What did I say, Del?”

I sob, but the tears taste sweet. It hurts, but the pain doesn’t last long enough. “Be loud.”

“And you weren’t, were you?”

“No.” I yelp as he gently slaps my already sensitive pussy, the sensation shoving me closer to another orgasm. The machine keeps fucking me. “Again, please, Colt?—”

“What? You want me to punish your clit?” He slaps the sensitive bundle again, and I nod frantically.

“Yes, yes?—”

He slaps, and slaps, and the final one has him rubbing my clit until I come again. This time, I don’t hold back, crying out as the pleasure engulfs me. I feel senseless, confused, but safe as he kneels on the bed and peppers my back with kisses.

But there’s no relief. No downtime. The machine keeps fucking me at a beautiful speed, my pussy clenching around it, aching to come again.

“Colt, I want you,” I say. “Fuck me, please.”

He keeps kissing across my back, my shoulders, my neck, his palm soothing the ache on my ass cheeks. “No, Del, not yet. I’m going to fuck you when you can’t come anymore. I’m going to push you until you think you’ve reached your limit, and then you’re going to squirt all over my cock.”

“Please—”

He ups the speed, and my moan is more of a shout, the bedding crumpled between my white-knuckled fingers. It can’tgo any faster, surely it can’t. There’s no way. This is the limit. It must be.