"You"re so stunning like this. I love the way your c.u.n.t looks, spread wet and clenching." Whether he said it to alleviate her self-conscious anxiety or because it was true, he put her at ease. He specialized in human s.e.xual reactions and, if she believed rumors, had extensive personal knowledge of the subject. If he could maintain professional detachment from a physiological response, she would try too.
As he talked, he grabbed a pair of latex gloves off the counter then made a production of tugging them on.
With a diabolical grin, he let them snap against his wrists. He couldn"t know it would make her even wetter, could he? Excitement infused every cell of her body. She lost track of their purpose and nearly cried out for him to touch her, sure she could come with one swipe of his gloved finger against her c.l.i.t.
"Ask me to do this for you," he instructed, his voice deep and sensual.
Why did he want her to ask? He could do whatever he wanted, she couldn"t stop him.
"Admit you"re curious. Ask me. Not because you have to but because you wonder what it will feel like, because you want me to."
"Yes. Please, Dr. Foster, shave me." she begged.
Chapter Four.
Triumph flared inside Kurt. The sweet honey dripping from Becca"s p.u.s.s.y made it clear the setup affected her. The environment excited her. He"d absorbed her look of hunger when he"d reached for the latex gloves, drawing them on though they were unnecessary props. More certain than ever she yearned to submit to him as much as he wanted to take her, he had pushed her further than he intended by demanding she confess her desire.
Now he would reward her.
Using all of his natural ability and experience, he prepared to give his delectable a.s.sistant a taste of what she needed. Even if she didn"t understand it yet. He prayed he could maintain control, which threatened to elude him around her.
He shook the can of shaving cream then shot a ball into his palm. He paused, his hands hovering above her hips for a fraction of a second. Her eyes dilated in antic.i.p.ation. After a few moments, he smeared it across her p.u.s.s.y.
Becca gasped.
The contrast of the cool foam with her building heat must have been startling. His eyes locked on her, engrossed in every motion. The soft band holding her hips to the table thwarted her attempt to thrust her pelvis at him.
He kept his touch light, the contact too subtle for her to gain any relief at all. Apprehension warred with desire in her eyes as the blade lowered toward her. Her struggle enchanted him. She jerked, what little she could, when he increased the pressure of his hand immobilizing her flesh then drew the razor away from her, removing the first strip of hair.
Kurt worked over her with the precision and focus he applied to all of his research. He studied her pretty p.u.s.s.y twitching with the alternating chill of the cream and blade followed by the warmth of the water as he wiped her clean. When the razor dipped lower, skimming the sensitive flesh between her v.a.g.i.n.a and a.n.u.s, she moaned out load.
His laugh strained with his own desire, "It feels good, baby, I know. That"s why I had to tie you down. I wouldn"t want to cut anything off by mistake."
Finishing with her, he removed the gloves, pushed the cart out of the way and then stood back to observe his handiwork. "Do you know the best way to test for a perfect shave, Becca?"
She shook her head.
"By feeling with your tongue. Let me show you."
Delighted, he watched her grit her teeth to keep from calling out for him to touch her, though she didn"t object to his personal inspection methods. When he cranked another handle in the side of the examination table, a padded platform extension slid out above the drawer in the table base. Kurt lowered himself to the bench and knelt between her legs.
Leaning in closer he asked, "Can you feel my breath on you?"
She only moaned in response, but he knew she could. The sensation would be evident on her ultra-sensitive skin. He ran his fingers around her swollen lips with the barest of contact, awed by the slick, smooth texture.
He nearly caved in and tasted her before she begged but he forced himself to wait. She had to acknowledge she needed him. He wouldn"t let her revert to the mental comfort of excusing her behavior for the sake of the experiment when she wanted the intimate contact as desperately as he wanted to taste her.
Kurt blew warm air across her c.l.i.t. The mouth of her p.u.s.s.y quivered in response. From this distance, he could observe every detail. He looked at her face in time to witness the strain and pleasure overtaking her at once. "Do you enjoy the sensitivity of a shaved p.u.s.s.y?"
At her hesitation, he raised one eyebrow in silent question then started to retreat.
"No! I mean...yes, I like it. Please, don"t leave me like this! Doctor, please help me." Her cheeks deepened from rose to maroon. She"d spoken before her brain could stop the words. He loved watching the color rush up her skin from her chest to her face.
"You want me to make you come?" He paused until she affirmed it.
"Yes. Please, please make me come."
Groaning, he leaned forward to eliminate the fraction of an inch between them then buried his face in her wetness.
Becca"s hands curled into fists where bound above her head on the examination table. He savored her exquisite cry of pleasure when his tongue swept along her slit. He wanted to drown her in pleasure, her escape impossible with her hips bound to the table. As his tongue swirled around her c.l.i.t, he brought his hand up to brush against her opening.
He used one finger to test her moist heat. It began to slide inside. Even as slick as she was now, his finger did not easily penetrate. The firm but sure pressure of his thick digit invading her snug channel drew a whimper from her before her pa.s.sageway stretched to accommodate him.
Her pliable flesh clamped around him.
"G.o.d, Becca, I"ve never felt a woman so tight before," he mumbled against her skin, unwilling to separate from her for a moment. He might have worried about hurting her but the sounds bursting from the depths of her chest didn"t result from pain.
With two fingers buried in her now, he felt her climax building. As her rings of muscle clenched in rhythmic pulses around him, he marveled at the searing force of her reaction. She lay beyond reasoning, moaning uncontrollably, eyes shut, head thrown back. When her o.r.g.a.s.m began, he slid his pinky down to the tiny hole below and rubbed her wetness over it.
She gasped but didn"t flinch from his exploratory touch.
Kurt feared all his plans would fly out the window. If he didn"t get moving with his agenda for the day, he wouldn"t be able to stop himself from finding out how tight her p.u.s.s.y could wrap itself around his throbbing c.o.c.k the old-fashioned way. The sweet look of pure longing in her eyes when she glanced up nearly undid him but he forced himself to hold strong. He wrapped his lips around her c.l.i.t then sucked with tender pulls. Her eyes fluttered closed as she surrendered to sensation. Becca must have been seeing stars, her eyes clenched shut as she reached for the summit.
"Tell me how you feel."
"Never. Felt. So... Good."
Then she tensed beneath his hands as she plummeted over the edge. When the first spasms ricocheted through the tissue deep inside her, Kurt nudged the very tip of his finger inside her a.s.s. Part of him roared. He knew he was the first to take her this way.
Screaming, she crashed through the last barrier, falling into a long, powerful o.r.g.a.s.m. "Doctor!"
He stared in awe as ecstasy consumed her.
While she caught her breath, Kurt slipped his fingers from her still shuddering body. He drew fresh water to wash her. His instincts urged him to give her a moment to collect her thoughts before pushing on. He tended to her, then encouraged her to rest for a few minutes before placing the base of the Dream Machine"s arousal sensor into the slot he"d incorporated in the table"s design.
The probe was a complex electronic measuring device based on a myograph, used to measure muscle contractions in the v.a.g.i.n.al wall. He"d modified it by coating it with a firm but stretchy flesh colored material with properties similar to skin, which he"d invented to make it more comfortable. In addition, he"d updated the circuitry with wireless technology, enabling it to network with the Dream Machine. This allowed its use in more diverse applications such as embedding it into probes like the one he used today. He wanted to test out the equipment to ensure it functioned as he expected.
At its current setting, the probe had a one-inch diameter. The instrument fit onto an attachment arm, which contained the transmitters that communicated the data gathered about pressure, heat and moisture to the monitoring unit beside the examination table. Currently, the probe connected to a revolving arm, which would insert and retract the device into Becca"s p.u.s.s.y, mimicking s.e.x.
Kurt couldn"t wait to try his latest toy.
By the time Rebecca became aware of her surroundings, the probe hovered outside her p.u.s.s.y. Coming to stand beside her, Kurt stroked her hair. "You"re doing very well."
Weak, with waves of contractions still sloshing through her, she peeked up at him. Although she"d just had the best o.r.g.a.s.m of her life, it only took one look at the pa.s.sion on his face and the pearly pre-come oozing over the head of his engorged c.o.c.k to be ready for more. She never would have believed she could feel the least bit unsatisfied after that experience but she wanted him buried inside her.
Was that part of their game? He"d just devoured her like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet. His c.o.c.k stood hard and ready. He"d told her repeatedly to be honest about her desires.
In a voice scratchy from screaming, she asked, "Doctor, will you f.u.c.k me?"
"No. I don"t want to distort our results. Today, I have to test some equipment. I"ll take readings with this probe while your p.u.s.s.y is at its regular size."
d.a.m.n it, think! This is his job. Your job.
Disappointed, she turned her head away from him. She didn"t reveal that nothing about this experience was ordinary for her but she certainly had never reacted like this before. Just being here with him aroused her more than any fantasy she"d ever had.
"I set a tool I"m going to use to gather data just outside your p.u.s.s.y. In a moment, I"m going to insert it.
Then we"ll start taking measurements. I need to verify the machines are functioning as intended."
The thought alone made her muscles clamp. I am so screwed. His clinical narration couldn"t disguise the erotic nature of what was about to happen. Her body strained toward him. More of her come pooled below her a.s.s on the table.
"Though, I have to admit, the sight of you like this is making it very difficult for me to concentrate. Would you like to a.s.sist me?" His legendary virility couldn"t be suppressed. His reaction would be the same independent of the subject but, unlike her, Kurt didn"t feel the need to hide his nature. It would be no hardship to ease his discomfort. In fact, it would be a dream come true.
"Yes, Doctor. Tell me what to do," she whispered.
Sliding his fingers into her hair, he tugged until she turned to face him.
"Have you ever sucked a man"s c.o.c.k before?" Though tempted to lie so he wouldn"t think her naive, the power of his smoky eyes demanded an honest answer.
"No." She rolled her eyes when her voice came close to squeaking. She wanted to know what he tasted like, what his stiff flesh would feel like against her lips. She wanted to make him experience even a fraction of the longing she did when he came near. She wanted to make him burn, too. "But I want to know how. Teach me?"
Faster than she thought possible, Kurt lunged closer. Holding the base of his c.o.c.k, he teased her by rubbing the head against her lips to spread his salty moisture over them. When her tongue nipped out and stole a sample, he moaned. Loving that she had the power to affect him too, she reached her tongue out again and licked the purple tip of his c.o.c.k.
"Open up." He moaned again, and then thrust between her lips.
Absorbed in her explorations, Rebecca ran her tongue around the ridge of flesh near the head then traced the most prominent vein to his b.a.l.l.s. She loved his tangy flavor and the clean, earthy scent of his skin. She tugged him deeper with her unpracticed suckling, letting his groans and sighs guide her. He seemed content to let them both indulge for a moment.
Then, keying the remote in his lab jacket, he triggered the probe"s forward motion.
"Ohh!" She moaned around his shaft. The steady pressure built on the opening of her p.u.s.s.y. She struggled to concentrate on his c.o.c.k as the smooth device impaled her, driving her wild.
"I can feel the vibrations all the way up my spine when you do that." Kurt"s low encouragement filled her with smug satisfaction. He f.u.c.ked her face with careful, shallow strokes since her bound state limited motion.
The probe bottomed out, fully embedded in her. The base tucked against her sensitive v.u.l.v.a. The monitor across the table from her began drawing a glowing line, measuring the clasp of her channel as the device tunneled into her at a deliberate pace. The whir and low clanking of the moving parts contributed to her arousal.
The probe was thicker than Dr. Foster"s fingers but nowhere near as wide as the erection overflowing her mouth.
She wondered what it would feel like to be stretched so wide.
He initiated the cyclic motion of the probe. It entered then retracted from her hot hole before beginning again. Kurt"s growl drew her attention.
"It"s working. The monitor is confirming the pa.s.sion I can see on your face. d.a.m.n, that"s hot." When he pressed his shaft further into her mouth, the line on the screen jumped. With a wicked grin, he teased her, "I see you enjoy it when I make you take me deeper. How far can you go, Becca?"
She opened her mouth wider, inviting him to find out. His tempo matched the measured strokes of the probe f.u.c.king her. She gripped the machine with her inner muscles, loving the rough friction it generated when it forced its way back inside her. Kurt fondled her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as he continued to slide his d.i.c.k in and out of her sucking mouth. First, he brushed his fingers against her nipples with glancing strokes of his fingertips. Then he pinched them with a gentle grip.
He tested her to see what she liked.
"Mmm." She moaned around him wondering if the green line climbed on the printout behind her. Surprise filtered through her arousal. She hadn"t expected to enjoy pleasuring him this way. The wet sounds of the probe entering her repeatedly mixed with the slurps she made as she swallowed around Kurt"s d.i.c.k.
"This is amazing. The way you surrender to pa.s.sion is incredible." He panted now. "d.a.m.n it, Becca, ease up. I won"t be able to stop myself from coming in your mouth."
At his words, the beeping got higher pitched.
"The probe readings just spiked. You want my hot come on your tongue?" Again, the sounds escalated. His primal shout echoed in the stark room as his c.o.c.k grew firmer and longer, the ridges gaining definition against her tongue. His revelation must have driven him beyond control.
"Drink it. Every last drop." He shuddered then growled a moment before the first rush of seed coated the back of her throat. Swallowing instinctively, her own o.r.g.a.s.m crashed inside her while the probe continued f.u.c.king her with deep, steady plunges.
Flames engulfed her, burning her preconceptions to the ground. Nothing had ever felt this good before. Her muscles shuddered in pulse after pulse of blinding ecstasy. Screaming around his d.i.c.k, she let the moment carry her away until the probe slowed and, finally, stopped outside her.
In a haze, she felt Kurt withdraw his softening shaft from her mouth despite her continued lapping.
"I"m sorry, baby. That"s all there is for now." Smiling, he squeezed her hand before moving away. He disengaged the probe then released her bonds. She remained where he had placed her on the table, unable to move. When he returned to her side, he cradled her, dazed and sated, in his arms for a moment before he picked her up. Arms winding around his neck, she snuggled against his firm chest and sighed.
Kurt opened a door on the far wall, opposite where they"d entered, then carried her into the next room.
Familiar with the dark s.p.a.ce, he strode through the shadows to lay her on a huge bed in the corner.
"Rest for a while." He pressed a kiss to her forehead before tugging a downy comforter over her.
Within moments, she slept.
Chapter Five.
Rebecca awoke to a faint scratching sound. She blinked several times to clear her eyes while trying to place her surroundings. A b.u.t.tery yellow glow illuminated the small room while a man bent over the desk opposite the bed, making notes in his journal with a raspy mechanical pencil. Kurt! She couldn"t help but sigh as she remembered the decadence they"d indulged in.
Lying still, hoping he wouldn"t notice she had regained consciousness, she used the opportunity to study him. He"d pulled on a pair of sweat pants but his lab coat had vanished. He must have left it in the laboratory.
With no shirt covering his bronzed skin, the flicker from a few candles he"d lit highlighted the broad expanse of his well-muscled back. She wanted to run her hands down the furrow of his spine.
When she shifted to relieve the pressure between her thighs, she must have made some small noise.
Setting aside his notes, Kurt turned. His smile expanded when he realized she was awake. "How do you feel?"