Part 4 (1/2)

”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.”

Finis.h.i.+ng 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-fas.h.i.+oned 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 pus.h.i.+ng 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.”