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Chapter Nine
James kept an eye on Amanda as the fucking machine was wheeled over. She was still flushed and dewy from the orgasm, but her mouth had tightened, and her eyes were darting back and forth behind her glasses, trying to see what was going on. He laid a hand on her inner thigh, and her muscles vibrated like the plucked strings of a violin.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said quietly, for her ears only.
She relaxed fractionally, though she was still looking around, and he realized she couldn’t see him through the glare of the lights.
“Give me a color,” he said. He hadn’t intended to ask, but she looked so scared, and he knew the question, and the reminder that he was still paying attention, would calm her down.
“Green,” she whispered, and her breath rushed out on a sigh. Her face relaxed, the tightness around her mouth and eyes easing, and the muscles under his hand stopped quivering.
“If it changes, let me know,” he said, and patted her as Nick and Cade pushed the fucking machine between her legs.
He held up a hand, then jerked his head in a signal he’d prearranged with both men. They nodded and moved to the head of the table, Cade crouching under to access the mechanism that would allow the head of the table to be raised while Nick loosened the straps across Amanda’s abdomen and torso. James kept his hand on her thigh, as much for comfort as for restraint, while Nick helped Cade slowly raise the top half of the table so Amanda sat in a reclining position that would allow her to see what was happening.
She looked around, still nervous but curious now. Cade and Nick locked the table back into place and began to re-secure the straps. She frowned a little as she looked down between her spread knees, and James realized he was blocking her view. He stepped out of the way and had to bite back a grin at how her eyes widened when she saw what stood between her legs.
The fucking machine was made of stainless steel that gleamed under the lights, and the fake cock anchored to the end was a bright, vibrant blue. It was short, just five inches long, but it was fat. He’d ordered one that was a quarter of an inch wider than her biggest vibrator, and though it didn’t seem like much, she’d feel the difference.
Cade and Nick finished strapping her down, then moved back to her head. Cade planted a hand on her forehead, making her yelp in surprise, and Nick laid a strap across her forehead. Her throat worked as Cade fastened it on the opposite side, then both men moved away, without having said a word to her.
James waited until her eyes were back on him, worry shining delightfully behind the lenses of her glasses. He waited a beat before turning to Nick.
“She’s never had a fucking machine before,” he said conversationally. “How do you think she’ll react?”
“That greedy cunt?” Nick asked with a chuckle, his voice pitched so the crowd—and Amanda—could clearly hear. “She’ll fucking love it.”
“Jesus, that’s a fat fucking cock,” Cade said, skeptical and amused all at once. “You sure she can take it, James?”
“Oh, she’ll take it,” James purred.
Nick grunted in agreement. “That pussy is sloppy wet, and look, her clit’s already poking out again. I got five bucks that says she sucks it right in and begs for more.”
Cade shook his head, his eyes glued between Amanda’s open legs. “I don’t take sucker bets,” he finally decided, and took a step back.
As the chatter continued around them, James picked up a bottle of lubricant from the floor and pumped some into his palm. He kept his eyes on Amanda while he moved to the silicone cock and coated it with a generous hand. He could see the signs of arousal in her, as clear as if they had neon arrows pointing the way. Her nipples were beaded tight, their color darkened with the rush of blood under her skin, and her entire chest was bright pink. Her lips were parted, the bottom one bearing dents from her teeth, and she bit into it again. Her hips were shifting, moving the scant inch allowed by the straps, pushing against the restraints. Seeking, he knew, something that would ease the growing ache in her pussy.
Her eyes still held nerves, and the shadow of shame, but he’d wager they were adding to her arousal rather than detracting from it.
Perfect.
He slicked up the dildo until it was glistening, wiped his gloved hands on the towel Nick handed him, and stepped back. Cade and Nick flanked the machine, wheeling it closer until the dildo barely nudged Amanda’s open pussy. It was a little too high, so they paused to adjust it, then at James’s nod, continued forward.
Amanda’s indrawn gasp echoed through the suddenly quiet space, and James realized everyone was holding their breath. His voice, when he spoke, rang out loud and clear.
“Look at you,” he said, watching the wide head of the fake cock split her pussy open. A quick glance at her face showed that she was indeed looking, lust and awe gleaming in her eyes as she stared down between her legs. “You’re so eager to get fucked, your slutty pussy is just opening right up for that thing.”
Nick and Cade nudged the machine forward another fraction, then stopped, and James eyed it critically.
The head was lodged inside, the slick, pink skin of her cunt spread tight around it. The slightly wider shaft would spread her even farther as it fucked into her, stretching that already taut skin even more.
“Your pretty little hole is stretched wide open,” he said softly, remembering how she’d reacted to that word so many weeks ago, when they’d started on this unexpected journey. She blushed, her teeth sinking so hard into her lip he wouldn’t have been surprised to see blood.
“Greedy little fuck hole,” he said again, just to watch her flinch, and flush, and jerk in an instinctive attempt to get more of it inside her.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Cade muttered, and James knew he wasn’t just saying it for Amanda’s sake. “Fuck that fat cock into her, James, and let’s see what that slutty cunt can do.”
“Forward a little more,” James said, and they nudged it forward. “Good. That’ll keep that cunt stretched wide.”
