was twisting and turning too badly to exert any humor into the situation. “It is,” he agreed, because there was no denying that a fucking machine was about as X-rated and perverse as things got. “And if you’re not comfortable trying this out, then we don’t have to use it.”
She bit her lower lip a few seconds, as if debating. “I’m . . . I’m not sure,” she said, and there was no mistaking the hesitation in her voice as she looked into his eyes and searched his gaze. “I mean, what made you decide to get this machine?”
He exhaled a deep breath, trying to release the tension in his body. “Remember a few months ago when we did a scene together that simulated you being fucked by me and two other men?”
She nodded, her face flushing at the steamy, risqué memory. “That was just a fantasy.”
“A fucking hot one that turned us both on,” he reminded her. “And this is the only way that fantasy will ever come close to becoming reality, because I’m not letting any other man touch you, let alone fuck you.”
Needing contact with her, he reached out and gently smoothed a strand of hair from her cheek, hating to think that he might have screwed up so damn badly with this gift. “But I understand if this new addition is too much, that maybe I went too far thinking you’d enjoy something like this.”
She closed her eyes for a moment, and he felt her body relax as his fingers caressed her jaw. When her lashes opened again, her gaze was calm, the doubts gone. “Honestly . . . I’m not completely opposed to the idea,” she admitted, and glanced back at the apparatus, this time with a sliver of interest and fascination. “I think I was initially so stunned because I wasn’t expecting something so . . . intimidating.”
He arched a brow. “Intimidating?”
“I mean, look at those penises that are connected to the machine,” she said, pointing to the large phallic attachments. “They’re huge, and the thought of taking them both, at the same time, is a bit daunting.”
He couldn’t stop the arrogant smirk that kicked up the corners of his mouth. “Yeah, so about those penises . . . when I had this built for you, I did something insane. I had my erect dick casted and, well, those two attached silicone penises are replicas of my cock. Pretty realistic, don’t you think?”
Her mouth dropped open in disbelief. “I want to ask if you’re joking, but clearly you’re not.”
He shrugged. “What can I say? I don’t want anyone else’s cock in you but mine.”
She burst out laughing, the light, amused sound alleviating some of his anxiety. “God, you really are perverse,” she said, not in accusation but with her voice laced with something akin to affection.
He exhaled a relieved breath and gave her a wicked grin. “So, can I interest you in a foursome?”
Chapter Six
Stephanie worried her bottom lip as she considered Mac’s question. Admittedly, her initial shock and trepidation upon first seeing the metal device and what it was meant to do to her had ebbed to an undeniable curiosity over the past few minutes. Yes, the machine itself and those dual penises were more than a little unnerving, not to mention the thought of being strapped on to the contraption, unable to move, and enduring the depth and speed of two very large cocks fucking her at the same time.
Yeah, the apprehension was real, but she’d never backed down from a scene that Mac presented, no matter how unorthodox or sexually challenging, because she ultimately trusted Mac. Trusted him with her heart and with her body and knew he’d never do anything to deliberately harm her. That anything they did together would always culminate in pleasure, even if there was a twisted element to his demands before he allowed her that eventual ecstasy.
This was about as twisted and depraved as it got.
“Okay,” she said, giving Mac a smile along with her consent. “Happy birthday to me,” she teased. “Do I get to at least name the penises?”
“No,” he growled, his tone possessive as he moved toward the machine. “They already have names. Mac and Brent,” he said, using his given name for one of them.
She laughed, even though she knew he was completely serious. Her fiancé didn’t want another man inside her body or her head. Fair enough.
When he glanced back at her, his demeanor had already shifted into his dominant role