Page 64 of Down the Aisle
But I'm still a married woman with a killer ex out there looking for me, and I don't know how to tell you the truth without losing you.
Well, I don't know if James wanted to murder me, but I was more than willing to bet my life on it, given his temper and personality.
Giving Adam a pressed smile, I pushed the subject aside with a shake of my head. "Another time, please." I looked at him pleadingly in hopes it'd get him to agree.
Reluctantly, he nodded his head with a flat hum. Even though he agreed, I could see through his flat smile and his jaded eyes. He wasn't happy with it, but he held his tongue. The disappointed glaze over his eyes felt like a damn punch to the gut, though, and I wanted to go curl in a corner and wallow in my shame.
Without a word, he took me over to the sex chair in our room, setting me down on the padded furniture. Then, he stood before me, looking down at me with an unreadable expression for along minute that got my heart clenching in fear as it raced in my chest. Before I could ask him anything, he spoke, "You've been doing so well, little rose. It's time for a reward."
Uh oh. I did not like the cheekiness in his voice.
Leaning down, he trapped me between his arms, making me face my predator. "I am going to strap you down, spread your lovely legs, put a toy on your clit and tits, and have the machine fuck both your holes while I handle some business with the boys." The way his eyes grew more feral with his crazed grin got me shrinking away from him into the chair with a nervous whimper. "I don't want you holding anything back. All your orgasms, all your moans, your screams, everything, I want it all. If I don't hear you clear across the house, then we're going to have some problems tonight. Got that, darling?"
Whimpering, I leaned my head away from his wild grin. "H-how is this a reward? It sounds like torture." It was torture!
Fuck, I could already imagine all the mind-searing pain from the overstimulation. Just the mere thought of orgasming so many times back-to-back made my whole body ache with exhaustion. I should put a stop to this insanity before it starts, yet I couldn't bring myself to. Just one word, one word, and this would all end.
But no.
The crazy part of me wanted all of that to happen. I wanted to be in a world of endless euphoria. Not a thought in the world besides when I'd come next. Pure fucking bliss.
His eyes calmed along with his lip-splitting grin. "If at any point you need a break or want it to stop, just shout the safe word and I'll be in here faster than you can blink," he told me with a calming smile. "And there will also be a quick release and emergency shut-off for you too." His eyes drifted over to the arm of the chair, where a flip latch was located. "I'll be keeping an eye out for you as well, through the camera." His body leaned to theside, and his head turned back to look at a small camera propped up on a little tripod.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I looked at him with trembling eyes as I fully propped my legs up on the padded straddles. "You won't be long, right?" If he planned on going out to the club or bar for hours on end, then fuck this shit.
Amused, he chuckled and shook his head. Reaching up, he stroked the side of my head and cheek. "No, maybe two hours or so," he replied before proceeding to strip me and strap me down to the chair with the built-in restraints.
Once he had me situated, he flipped the safety a few times to make sure it worked before looking at me. "Can you reach and operate the safety?"
Turning my head, I peered down at my wrists and the latches on either side that sat next to my fingers. With a small wiggle of my hand and digits, I easily hooked my fingers under the latch and easily flipped it open. Focusing back on Adam, I flashed him a reassuring smile. "I'm good." Well, as good as a girl was gonna get with an impending orgasm fest on the horizon.
Leaning down, he kissed my forehead before leaving my side. Seconds later, the sliding of drawers and shuffling of objects filled the air, making my nerves ramp up in anticipation at the thought of what he was grabbing.
Adam looked like a damn kid on Christmas coming back with an armful of sex toys and a machine in one hand. Beaming at me with jittering excitement, he eagerly attached the vibrating nipple clamps to my already hard buds, making me wince a little when he tightened them a little too much. "Ouch, a little looser, please." It bit me just a tad too much for my liking.
"Sorry," he apologized, quickly adjusting them. "How about now?" His worried eyes peered up at me as he kept his fingers around the clamp.
Breathing slowly, I relaxed as much as possible, letting the slight sting of pulsating pleasure spread throughout my body. "Yeah, it's good," I replied after a few seconds of debating. "You can continue."
His studious eyes lingered on my face for a long moment before he slowly moved down my body. He wasted no time pulling the toys out of my cunt and ass, making me groan and hiss a little at the sudden emptiness and lack of stimulation. Bracing myself, I shut my eyes in anticipation. I caught a glimpse of the dildos he picked out, and it would be a tight fit.
Much to my surprise, the feeling of my cunt being stuffed wasn't what came. "Oh, Adam, fuck…" I gasped happily, relaxing at the feeling of his warm tongue against my aching pussy. "Oh, bub, you don't have to," I moaned breathlessly as he lapped at every inch of me.
Leaving me hanging on the edge, he got up to his feet and stood over me, looking at me with eyes full of animalistic lust. My trembling lips parted further when he reached a hand up and grabbed my face, and he didn't let me budge one bit when he leaned down and smashed his lips against mine in a sloppy kiss.
Oh fuck.
The taste of his cum mixed with my juices invaded my mouth the moment he forced his way into my mouth and fed me nearly a mouthful of it.
God, it was so fucking filthy but hot. I was a fucking slut for his cum, so I couldn't help myself from tangling my tongue with his and shoving my way into his mouth to get every last drop. I got so caught up in our addictive taste that I found myself leaning toward him when he pulled away.
Then, with a chuckle, he stroked my cheek with his thumb. "I'll fill that pretty mouth of yours later if you're too sore to take me in your cunt or ass," he assured me with a wicked grin.
Stepping away from me, he picked up a strappy leather belt and put it on me. An internal groan dragged its way through my body when I realized what it was. A damn orgasm belt. Yeah, this would be the longest two hours of my life or the fastest, who knows.
A reflexive flinch jolted my body when I felt the head of the wand vibrator press firmly against my sensitive clit before it got strapped in place with the belt.
Breathing deeply, I balled my shaky hands up when I felt something thick rub against my tightened asshole. I might be overreacting a bit, but the thought of a dildo going up my ass for the first time was a little nerve-wracking. It was longer than the toy earlier and a little bigger, but it paled in comparison to what Adam had in his pants.
