“I don’t have to pee.”
“Try. You need to void your bladder completely before you get on this thing. It’s gonna make you feel like you’re gonna piss yourself, even though you’re not. You gotta be able to relax completely for it to work its magic.”
“Lovely,” I say, scrunching up my face.
“Oh, it will be,” he says, his blue eyes sparkling wickedly. “Trust me.”
Thirty-Eight
Kat
I come out of the bathroom.
Josh has attached the dildo to the machine, plugged the power cord into the wall, and laid the control box neatly in front of the box on the bed. He turns to look at me, his face ablaze.
“Come here, babe,” he coos. He holds out his hand and I pad across the room toward him, my skin zipping and zapping with anticipation.
When I reach him, he takes my hand, pulls me into him, and begins kissing me.
“This is a big-time fantasy of mine,” he says into my lips. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” I say—though my mind is reeling. I really don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into—and whether this truly will be my “pleasure” or not. I’ve never let a man watch me masturbate before in any form, let alone on a machine with a jet engine.
His fingers slip inside my undies and into my wetness. “This is gonna be epic,” he says, kissing my neck. He snaps the waistband of my G-string. “Take these motherfuckers off, baby.”
I pull my undies down, shuddering with anticipation, and stand before him naked, my clit throbbing under his gaze.
“You’re gorgeous,” he says, his eyes smoldering. “You ready?”
I nod.
“Climb on, cowgirl.”
“Are you gonna show me how to work the controls first?” I ask.
“Oh, no.” He grins. “You’renot gonna work the controls—I’mgonna work them.”
“You’regonna work the controls?” I ask, my eyes wide. “No, I’d feel much more comfortable working them for myself.”
“Nope. I gotta be in control, Kat.” His jaw muscles pulse. “That way, you can lose yourself completely. No thinking required. You’ll just go on the ride of your life.” He strokes my hair like I’m a puppy. “I’ll take care of you, babe, I promise. No worries.”
“What if it’s too much? Too fast? Too strong?”
“Then I’ll slow it down.”
There’s a long beat.
“You can trust me. It’ll be fucking amazing.”
I exhale. “You’ll be careful with me? You’ll listen to whatever I say?”
“Of course.” He smiles. “Always.”
“Okay.”
“The vibe on your clit and the rotation of the dildo run completely independently of each other, each of them on a separate control dial. So we’ll start really slow—one stimulation at a time and on the lowest setting. And then we can work our way up higher and higher on the first stimulation—we’ll start with the dildo—and then we’ll add vibe if you’re liking it—nice and slow to start, and we’ll work our way up toThe Exorcism. Whatever you can handle.”
“Oh, Jesus,” I say, hopping back. “NoExorcism.”
