It'll Be An Adventure (Masters of the Shadowlands #15)(102)
Author: Cherise Sinclair

 

Her heart sped up a bit. “What are you planning?”

 

Not answering, he turned to the bar. “Thank you, Josie.” With a smile, he handed Murphy the drink.

 

As she took a sip, she heard a woman reach a very noisy orgasm. Someone was having more fun than she was.

 

The sound totally made her ladyparts tingle.

 

As the music from the speakers changed to Sister Machine Gun’s “Burn”, she realized the music was louder than normal. And beneath the heavy bass, there was the rumble of machinery.

 

In the club?

 

She spun on the bar stool to face outward and… Oh. My. God.

 

Aside from the long bar, the center of the room usually held spanking benches and stocks. The equipment was gone, replaced by three…things.

 

Grinning, Saxon put his hand under her drink to keep her from spilling it.

 

On the lanai last night, the Doms had spoken about fucking machines. But…whoa, these didn’t look at all like the one she’d seen in a porn ad with a woman on hands and knees and a dildo driven by a machine.

 

Set on thick floor pads, these resembled half-barrels—or saddles—that the users straddled with their knees.

 

One wasn’t being used, and a Dom put on a weird attachment to the center of the barrel top. Murphy’s eyes went wide. The flap of rubbery stuff had a dildo sticking up. After the Dom helped a woman lower herself onto the dildo, he picked up a wired control device.

 

Murphy grabbed Saxon’s hand. “What are those things?” Her voice came out almost raw.

 

When she looked up, she realized Saxon was watching her. His gaze dropped to her chest where her nipples felt like someone was pinching them.

 

“The far one is a Sybian. I’m not sure of the middle one. The closest is a Motorbunny Buck.”

 

She’d thought people who used sex machines must be pitiful, like they couldn’t find someone to get them off. But…

 

I might have been too hasty.

 

None of the users were given the controls. No, their Doms or Tops took possession of the remotes.

 

At the far machine, an older Top kept adjusting the settings until the young male rider was writhing and giving high-pitched pleas.

 

Saxon tapped Murphy’s glass, making her jump. “Drink up, my sweet.” After she obediently started drinking, he sauntered over to talk with Ghost who stood at one side of the machine area.

 

After he finished speaking, Ghost laughed.

 

When Saxon returned a few minutes later, Murphy narrowed her eyes at him. “What are you up to, milord?”

 

His smile was sweet and innocent. The gleam in his eyes totally wasn’t.

 

She shook her head. “Don’t even think about putting me on one of those things.”

 

His smile widened.

 

He wouldn’t.

 

She tried to look away from the machines and couldn’t.

 

Really, he wouldn’t.

 

He took her wrist and pulled her to her feet.

 

 

 

His little submissive was adorable—and adorably aroused. Saxon kept a firm grip on her arm. Who would have thought public sex and machines would be one of her kinks?

 

Suppressing laughter, he pulled her through the members surrounding the area and to the first machine in the line.

 

Rather than a Sybian where the dildo part went in circles, the Motorbunny Buck’s dildo used an up-and-down thrusting motion.

 

After the previous Top removed the accessories, wiped down the machine, and changed the floor pad cover, Ghost set up the machine to Saxon’s specifications and added ample gel lube.

 

Saxon had requested the accessory pack with a dildo that curved slightly forward, angled to hit the G-spot. Because Murphy had a very responsive G-spot.

 

This was going to be fun.

 

“I’m afraid you’re overdressed, my sweet.” He took hold of the bottom of her shirt.

 

“Wait, are you serious?” Her eyes were wide.

 

“Didn’t you deliberately set out to get punished?” Ignoring her half-hearted efforts to resist, he stripped off her cut-off shirt and shorts. “Mmm, love these legs.”

 

His compliment and the stroke of his large hand up her inner thigh almost sidetracked her, but not completely. “Sir, this isn’t what I had in mind.”

 

He fondled her breasts in a very direct way of showing that her body was his. That the choices were his. “What’s your safeword?”

 

“Red. It’s red.”

 

“Are you using it now? You can always call a halt to anything, Murphy.”

 

She bit her lip, eyeing the machine as if it were a savage animal set to attack her. Yet, her face and lips were flushed with excitement, and her nipples were hard, little peaks.

 

He heard no safeword. All right then. Smiling, he picked up a wide belt from the pile of cleaned gear and buckled it around her bare waist.

 

She picked up one of the four dangling leather straps. “What are these for?”

 

“You’ll see.” He wrapped fleece-lined cuffs around her wrists. “Put one leg over and kneel.”

 

For a long moment, she hesitated, staring first at the dildo sticking up from the barrel—and at all the watchers. She shivered…then bent her knees.

 

He steadied her as she lowered herself onto the dildo.

 

She sucked in a big breath.

 

But he wasn’t worried. The well-lubed dildo wasn’t all that big—not this time. It certainly wasn’t anywhere near the size of the monster reaming out the guy on the end machine.

 

Saxon went down on his haunches. “Are you comfortable, Murphy?”

 

“Ummm.” Her breathing was fast, her color high, her hands opening and closing. “As comfortable as someone can be when they’re perched on a sex machine in the middle of a bunch of people.”

 

He grinned at the husky sound of her voice. Even if a bit embarrassed, she was even more aroused. “Let’s add to the moment.”

 

He clipped her left wrist cuff to an O-ring on the waist band, then did the same on the right, pinning her hands at her sides. Then he attached the dangling waist straps to eyelets on the front and back of the machine. Tightening them down ensured she wouldn’t be able to move away or off the machine.