Chapter 37 Badger
THIRTY-SEVEN
BADGER
After we’d shared our trauma, we lay in bed holding each other. Not saying a word. We didn’t need to. We knew that the foundation of us had changed after our exchange. Afterward, I’d cleaned his room while he showered.
Now I stood in the kitchen getting a glass of water, looking at the man I couldn’t shake. He was beautifully rugged, and now that I had witnessed this softer side of him, I knew I was done for.
Machine sat in the armchair across from the fireplace. He had been quiet since after his shower. Although his hair was a little longer than I was used to, he was still sexy as hell. The scar on his face was highlighted by the flicker of the flames while Lucy lay at his feet, fast asleep.
I walked over to him with the glass in my hand and handed it to him silently.
He accepted it without a word, took a sip, and set it on the side table.
He patted his lap, inviting me to come sit.
I frowned dubiously. He was so large that I thought for sure we would break the piece of furniture if I sat down.
As if reading my mind, he let out a sigh and stood up, towering over me. I placed a hand on his chest.
“Before I go, is there anything you need?” I whispered. I didn’t want to go, but I wasn’t sure I could handle staying.
He lowered his forehead to mine and wrapped his arms around me. “I need you. Please stay.”
His words were so vulnerable that I couldn’t find it in me to deny him.
“Okay,” I whispered.
Machine pulled back and searched my eyes before crashing his lips to mine. The darkness we’d shared hadn’t dimmed my burning need for him. I moaned as his tongue invaded my mouth, moving the way he knew I liked. He moved his hands down and cupped my ass, giving it a swat.
“Bedroom. Now, Bunny,” he growled against my lips.
I smiled, then turned and sauntered to the bedroom, slowly peeling off my clothes as I went.
Machine walked a few paces behind me, enjoying the show.
As we entered, I felt Machine press up behind me, with only his sweatpants between us.
He reached around me and began to knead my breasts, making me arch into him.
I moaned as he pinched my pebbled nipples, savoring the way his rough hands felt on my skin.
“Lie on your back on the bed. I want to try something with you,” he whispered in my ear.
I swallowed and pushed down my anxiety. I was safe with him. I would always be safe with him. I did as I was told, lying down on the plush mattress.
“Stay there, I will be right back.”
Before I could protest, Machine went into his walk-in closet and came out with something that resembled a motor with a pole coming out the front.
I leaned up on my elbows. “What is that?”
Machine gave me a mischievous grin. “Something that is going to make you go wild.”
I bit my lip nervously, trying to figure out what I was looking at. After leaving me in suspense for several moments while he set up the machine, Machine spoke.
“It’s a sex machine. You attach a dildo here,” he pointed to the end of the pole, “and the machine fucks you with it.”
I gasped.
“I take it you’ve never seen one of these before?” he asked with a smile.
I shook my head.
“Good. So, here’s what’s going to happen.” He crawled onto the bed and settled between my thighs, the evident bulge of his erection pressing into my thigh. “I’m going to fuck you with this, and when you can’t take anymore, I’ll stop and show you who the real Machine is.”
My eyes widened just before Machine went back to devouring my kisses. My hands raked down his bare back as I shamelessly rubbed my core against his length. Just as our kisses and touches began to escalate, he got off of me with a smile.
“Keep those legs spread, Bunny, and come to the end of the bed.”
I listened, spreading my legs and scooching to the end of the king-sized bed.
Machine went to work putting a pink dildo on the pole of the device before grabbing some lube from his nightstand and prepping the toy.
He lined the dildo up with my pussy before turning on the machine.
It started to move back and forth, sliding into me.
I cried out with pleasure as the toy curved and hit my G-spot.
Machine stood by the device, looking like a god in all his tatted glory.
He was naked now, only a large bandage covering where his wounds were, and fisting his cock with one hand.
The other was holding a remote. He pressed a button, making the pole move faster.
I bucked my hips and grabbed my breasts as the device worked me.
My first orgasm hit me like a freight train, making me curse and moan.
“That’s it, baby, come for me.”
He slowed the machine down to let me catch my breath before speeding it up again. After several minutes, I came again, squirting onto the comforter. Machine paused the device before coming over to me and licking up my release.
“So fucking sweet,” he growled.
I moaned and writhed on the bed as he tortured me with his tongue. Just as I was about to orgasm, he stopped. I growled, making him chuckle and line up the device again.
In seconds, I was exploding again. Just as he was about to speed up the device, I moved up the bed in protest. I was liquid. Machine chuckled before throwing the remote on the ground and climbing on top of me, lining himself up with my entrance.
“There’s no way I can come again, Machine,” I whined.
He pressed a chaste kiss to my lips. “Yes you can, one more for daddy.”
Something in his eyes made me nod my head in agreement.
I felt the head of his cock push in, making both of us groan.
Without warning, he shoved all the way in, his piercings hitting all of the right spots.
I let out a strangled scream as I adjusted to the fullness of him.
I didn’t think I would ever get used to how big he was.
Machine threw his head back and moaned. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to kiss me.
The kiss was sloppy and manic as we both moved toward release.
Machine knelt between my legs and hooked my feet over his shoulders, pushing deeper inside me.
I cried out, luxuriating in the feeling of him.
He began to move faster, until I almost couldn’t keep up.
“Please, don’t stop,” I cried as I felt my orgasm build.
Machine pressed a kiss to my ankle. “Never, Bunny. You going to come for daddy like my good girl?”
“Yes,” I panted out.
“Come for me, come now!” he commanded.
I tumbled over the edge, clawing at his back as ecstasy washed over me.
“Such a good girl,” he praised, continuing to pound into me.
After several more thrusts, he climaxed with a groan. We both tried to catch our breath as we came down from the high.
Machine put my legs down and climbed off the bed, walking to the bathroom. When he returned, he had a wet, warm washcloth in hand. He cleaned me methodically before throwing the cloth into the laundry bin.
He climbed back onto the bed beside me and wrapped me in his arms. Together, we fell asleep, knowing that things had changed forever.