Play Doctor: Dream Machine Part 14

His body curled over her. He laid his head on her shoulder then licked the side of her neck. His whisper came as his lips glanced the sh.e.l.l of her ear. "d.a.m.n, that's good. Your cervix is cradling the head of my c.o.c.k.

We're a perfect fit, Becca."

She moaned when his hard shaft throbbed inside her. "No room to spare." She managed to choke out. His eyes blazed as they roamed over her. He stilled, waiting for her muscles to accommodate his girth, while her inner walls stretched around him.

"Are you okay, baby?"

For once, she needed to rea.s.sure him. He couldn't stop now or she'd die.

"Never better. It's amazing."

The rhythmic undulation of her muscles milked his thick shaft. Her o.r.g.a.s.m gathered without the added thrill of him shuttling inside her or touching her c.l.i.t. She was going to come soon. The sensations coursing through her sparkled, vibrant and violent. Afraid to let them take over, to let them free, she fought against the tide of ecstasy. She didn't want this dream come true to end so soon.

"No, Becca. No hiding. Give me everything." He began thrusting with sharp jerks that forced his pubic bone to stroke her c.l.i.t on every entry. "Yes, baby. I can feel your body tensing."

She straddled the razor edge of desire as he began to f.u.c.k her with long, liquid strokes. The intensity frightened her. What if the boundaries protecting her heart shattered along with her body? She struggled to resist the heat burning like a river of lava through her.

With a feral growl, Kurt opened his eyes. Some primitive instinct clued him in to her plight. He wouldn't allow her to play it safe. He encircled the base of her throat with one hand then increased the angle of his penetration. Bearing down on her, his hips ground against her inflamed flesh, sending sparks straight to her core.

"You're going to come around me." The order contained no hint of a question. He bent low over her then alternated rasping delicious suggestions in her ear with sucking on the lobe. "Show me how much you love my c.o.c.k. Squeeze the sheath tight and come for me. Give me all of you."

The irresistible combination of his sleek body slamming into her, his scent surrounding her and the arousing words he whispered secured her surrender. His trimmed pubic hair feathered over her swollen c.l.i.t. His sweat-damped chest slid back and forth across hers.

Kurt grasped her wrists then yanked them over her head. He pinned them with one arm while he increased the tempo and pressure of his f.u.c.king. Dipping his head, he bit her neck hard enough to sting but not break the skin. Her p.u.s.s.y clenched in response to his domination. His d.i.c.k swelled impossibly in response. Each action furthered the cycle of escalation until something had to give.

"Let go, Becca. Now."

His voice compelled her straining body to obey. Unable to fight anymore, her needs crushed the last shred of her resistance. Her legs clung to his waist. Euphoria washed over her. Her inner muscles clamped around his impaling c.o.c.k as she screamed his name. The shattering terrified her even as it exhilarated her. Through it all, Kurt held her close until-with one last plunge-he buried himself b.a.l.l.s deep and began to come with her.

The rush of his hot s.e.m.e.n bathed her spasming p.u.s.s.y with his seed. His hands clasped her hips tight enough to leave bruises but it comforted her to be anch.o.r.ed against him through the hurricane of sensation and emotions swirling around them. He groaned her name when the last of his come sprayed inside her before they both collapsed on top of his desk.

Chapter Thirteen.

Together they lay, chests heaving, hearts pounding against each other as they regained their composure.

Becca still floated, eyes half-closed, when Kurt rose up on his elbow to brush the dewy hair from her face.

"Are you okay, baby?" He kissed her cheekbone then her lips. Her swollen p.u.s.s.y still hugged his semi-erect d.i.c.k. The aftershocks of her o.r.g.a.s.m set off periodic contractions around him. He wished he could make this instant last forever. Arms shaking from the power of their first joining, he dropped down then buried his face against her breast. She sighed, closing her eyes as though savoring his heaviness, which had to be squashing her delicate frame.

Afraid he had used her too harshly this first time, Kurt retreated enough to examine her but not far enough to separate them. She moaned. Thinking of the way he'd pounded into her, he cursed. What had come over him?

"I should have been more careful, sweetheart." Running his fingertips over the marks he'd left on her wrists, neck, chest, thighs and hips, he realized how violent his need had been. He'd never lost control like that before. Not even when he'd taken women who liked things rough. With an innocent like Becca, he couldn't believe how hard he'd pushed her, how badly he'd wanted to leave his signature, make her sure she belonged to him.

Lost in thought, he didn't realize Becca had begun to stir beneath him until she placed her fingers on his cheek. The gentleness of the gesture underscored the savageness of his appet.i.te for her. He tamped down the impulse to turn his head and nip her fingers. For someone who claimed not to know what he thought, she hit the nail on the head.

"I loved it. All of it." She gazed deep into his eyes as she spoke. He couldn't deny she shared the truth.

"You didn't hurt me, Dr. Foster."

How was it possible someone could f.u.c.k like her then blush?

Kurt didn't like her shyness around him one bit. Neither did he get pleasure from the use of his t.i.tle. True, this session was part of the study but the usual pride and satisfaction he enjoyed when a woman deferred to him during s.e.x dissipated.

With Becca, it would take more than a respectful address to satisfy his yearning for her s.e.xual submission.

He craved her complete trust, hungered for her to admit more hung in the balance than the d.a.m.n study.

For them both.

But at the moment, a devilish combination of la.s.situde and contentment reduced his capacity for argument.

Becca's long lashes fluttered when her eyes closed. Her body steeped in the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through it. He loved the way her p.u.s.s.y trembled and twitched around his d.i.c.k with the remembered force of her o.r.g.a.s.m. She looked fragile beneath him, though he knew a wealth of stubborn determination lurked beneath her deceptive appearance.

h.e.l.l, his forearm was almost as wide as her neck. He could compare since they rested next to each other on the chilly desktop, which didn't make the most comfortable place to linger now that his adrenaline had receded and awareness of his surroundings had returned.

Kurt separated from her inviting body with a reluctant sigh. Even flaccid, his flesh didn't escape her grasp without effort. Her whimper matched his groan when his c.o.c.k dislodged. He leaned against the desk, praying his knees would hold. It would be d.a.m.n embarra.s.sing to fall on his face now.

While he stood collecting himself, a stream of their come dribbled from her p.u.s.s.y in an erotic strand before beading on the gla.s.s protecting the antique furniture. Lost in contentedness, Becca didn't appear to notice but Kurt's c.o.c.k defied the laws of nature to swell once more.

"I think my desk might be ruined forever." He chuckled as the image of Becca lying sated, replete and spread snapped into his memory. Already he had quite a few mental pictures saved. Each one more potent than the last.

"Oh, G.o.d, I'm so sorry." With the refinement of a newborn foal, she attempted to coordinate her uncooperative limbs and scoot off. Before she moved an inch, Kurt plastered one hand across her waist, stilling her.

"You misunderstood. I'm talking about the fact that I'll never be able to concentrate when I try to work in my office." He laughed but he couldn't have been more serious. "Every time I sit here, I'll think about this."

The experience had rocked him. True, he'd waited years to have her but the reality had transcended physical rapture. He didn't want to scrutinize the resulting bond they'd developed or the strength of the emotional response sneaking past his guard. He knew better than to let chemical reactions override his logic.

The smirk lifting the corners of Becca's mouth gave him hope. He wanted nothing more than to keep her happy, always. Finally, he'd taken the first steps toward demonstrating the viability of their total life partnership.

Kurt lifted her, rocking her limp form in his arms. As he walked through the corridor, he pecked her succulent lips.

"Thank you, Doctor," she murmured then snuggled closer to his pounding heart.

Kurt feared she would once again retreat from him on a personal level in the wake of their release. He refused to lose ground, so he devised a plan to appeal to the academic in her. He had all the components required to prove she needed him. Some unknown combination of genetic traits made them ultimately compatible.

A scientist at heart, she wouldn't be able to refute the cold, hard facts when he ill.u.s.trated how she responded more intensely to his touch than anything else.

A foreign sense of unease brewed within him. He hadn't seen the data yet. What if they hadn't proved his hypothesis? What if the universe hadn't just shifted for her the way it had for him?

Never before had he cared if a lover grew tired of their games. He'd watch them walk away with no hard feelings if they wished, though he almost always left first. A typical tryst had a brief lifespan for him. Once or twice with a woman a.s.suaged his appet.i.te. By then he could rule out the possibility of her holding his interest for the long term. However, with Becca, he'd barely scratched the surface. He refused to let her go until he'd had his fill, if ever. He didn't question his burning impulse for her to admit she needed him just as bad.

It was the only way he could bear this overwhelming obsession.

Rebecca drifted along, absorbed in the aftereffects of her encounter with Kurt and the surreal sensation of flying as he carried her toward his quarters. There'd never been a man in her life to sweep her off her feet before him. Not a father and certainly not a lover. Complete reliance on anyone was a novel experience. One she could get addicted to. Expecting him to set her down on his luxurious bed, or in the shower, the laboratory's comfortable but firm examination table caught her off guard.

"Doctor?" Her breathy voice sounded distant to her own ears. The reality of the situation hadn't set in yet.

It seemed so much like her dream she kept forgetting it had happened outside her imagination this time.

"Shh. Rest for a minute. I'm going to upload the data from our session." He stroked her shoulder with absent caresses while he adjusted the table beneath her. He angled her until the instrument panels came into clear view then secured her once more, ensuring she couldn't avoid the truth.

Still recovering from the most intense s.e.xual experience of her life, a diminutive whimper escaped Becca as the embrace of the restraints tucked her against the platform. She marveled at the sense of security enveloping her when bound this way. It thrilled her when Kurt restrained her. Her muscles relaxed further, if possible, counting on the straps to catch her. She could let her body rest without worry of falling.

For someone always on the lookout, independent, accustomed to staying alert for possible danger-taking care of herself and others around her-the bonds provided a surfeit of freedom. They forced her to depend on Kurt to protect her and use her well. The wide, plush bands enveloping her arms, legs, torso and even- carefully-her neck soothed and comforted her.

Instead of panic, absolute a.s.surance in Kurt permeated her spirit. Welcoming the chance to lie back for once, to let someone else worry about the details, she yielded to his wishes with faith he would provide for her needs. At peace with this new facet of herself, Rebecca accepted her proclivity for bondage.

He must have sensed her serenity making her boneless beneath his hand because he turned to face her. "I half expected you to have fallen asleep."

The message behind her repose hadn't been lost on him. A smile spread across his face, lighting up his expression. Distracted from his preparations, he began to play with her hair.

"Thank you, Becca," he murmured against her ear. Dipping lower, he imparted a moist caress on her open lips. "Do you have any idea how appealing you are? Naked, bound and exposed to me. Your faith and submission are staggering gifts. I'll do everything I can to deserve them."

Tenderness poured from him, engulfing her in a bright glow of hope and satisfaction. Right now, his approval was the only thing that mattered. He'd given her so much in their short time together, opened the doors of her soul to delights she'd never imagined she'd enjoy or thirst to repeat.

"I want to please you," she whispered.

"You do, sweetheart." Smiling against the curve of her neck, he trailed light kisses next to the thin band encircling her throat.

Emboldened by his show of affection, she persisted. "Not the experiment, Doctor. You've already given me so much insight into my desires. Let me repay you."

As though stung, Kurt jerked away from her.

"d.a.m.n it, Becca. For all your pliancy, you still don't understand, do you? There's no debt between us. I wanted this as much as you." His clipped tone bounced around the bright lab. The rapid fluctuation of his moods threw her off balance.

"I know the experiment is important to you." Surprised by his sudden withdrawal, she considered keeping quiet but she wanted him to appreciate her perspective. She goaded him, true, but the new Becca refused to demur. He'd seared away the careful distance that would have stopped her before. This is what he'd get.

Tired of half-truths and innuendo, she had to understand once and for all if his fondness extended beyond their professional relationship. Pa.s.sion had muddied the water earlier making her perception murky. She refused to live with uncertainty any longer.

"That's not what I meant, though. I want to do something for you. The man, not the doctor. What do you want from me, Kurt?"

"Becca, stop." He covered her mouth with his palm as though to prevent her from tripping him over the edge of reason. "You don't understand what you're asking."

She thought he was the one who didn't understand. Frustrated, she cursed her lack of experience. She knew what she felt for him but she couldn't decode the mixed signals he broadcast. He got angry when she implied he f.u.c.ked her for the sake of the experiment but stopped her from expressing her budding attachment. What other options were there?

Her determination wavered. What if she made a fool of herself?

The scent of his skin made her weak so she obeyed his order for silence. However, she continued her relentless a.s.sault on his control. Going with instinct, she bestowed a soft kiss on his palm as if she were a subject paying allegiance to a king. The gesture mitigated some of the unintentional damage she'd done to their easy mood. He withdrew his hand to trace her lips with his finger, eyes softening again.

Regaining some of her composure, she whispered, "Then show me. Make me understand."

As she waited for him to proceed, she couldn't help but taste him. She closed her lips around his finger then sucked on it, moaning when his pupils dilated. The grey depths of his eyes looked like a sky reflecting a coming storm. Her p.u.s.s.y responded to his show of desire. Longing blossomed inside her.

How could she possibly want him again so soon?

"You need a demonstration of how we affect each other." The pensive statement made it seem he spoke to himself. "First, the easy part. I'll confirm your body responds more to my touch than to other stimuli."

Rebecca groaned. She didn't need Kurt to validate his skills as a lover. She'd already admitted he brought her more pleasure than she'd ever dreamed possible. She wondered about the effect she had on his mind and heart but the evident determination in his stance made it clear he wouldn't be swayed from whatever course he'd set for them.

After tugging his lab coat over his bare muscles, he displayed the readings from their session the day before on the monitor in front of her.

"Look, Becca." He pointed to the line on the top half of the screen then a.s.sumed his lecture tone as though he had to stay detached in order to make it through this lesson undistracted. That he relied on the crutch gave her hope. "This is the baseline average of your response from initial touch to o.r.g.a.s.m during our trials yesterday."

Even her newfound boldness couldn't prevent her face from heating as she recalled coming again and again while he observed her. Rebecca whimpered.

In a dangerous mood, Kurt narrowed his eyes, almost daring her to object. Unsure of what had displeased him, she concentrated on staying still and relaxed in the grip of the restraints although her earlier sense of security had dissipated somewhat. Unqualified surrender would be so much easier if his feelings were clear to her.

"Now, the results from today's session are being added to the graph." His grin turned sinful as the readings spread out in a line trending blatantly above the baseline.

"Compare the level of your arousal from beginning to end. Today's sample is higher at every single data point." A groan reached her ears as he performed a quick review of the results. They must have confirmed his experience because Kurt nodded to himself. Then he pointed out a marked difference. "Here, just before and during o.r.g.a.s.m in this afternoon's session, the line spikes off the charts. The subject's v.a.g.i.n.al muscles squeezed the sheath tool with enough pressure to compress it to the absolute minimum thickness."

She gulped, squashing a plea for a repeat performance of his thick c.o.c.k tunneling through the muscles that had clenched around it. Instead, Rebecca waited for him to continue, to see where he took this line of reasoning.

How could he keep it physical and ignore any hint of emotion?

"You've completed many successful experiments as my a.s.sistant. You're an outstanding researcher.

Although there aren't enough records for a complete scientific study, this is enough to form a theory." He paused, and then asked in his most patient voice, the one he reserved for slow students, "What does this tell you, Becca?"

She resisted putting herself in a one-down position by admitting her desire for more if he wouldn't do the same. Reluctant to divulge her imprudent infatuation with the doctor-though it was plain as day to her, Dr.

Foster and, soon, the rest of their colleagues on the review board-she drew on her professionalism and reserve.

She avoided the obvious answer to his question with tact.

"There are a number of theories one could generate based on the given data set."

Afraid Kurt would recognize her cool logic for a convenient mask to cower behind, she maintained a straight face. Either he believed her or he couldn't resist playing along simply to make her admit the truth. Why would he do this? Why make their relationship more awkward if he didn't return her affection?

"True. Tell me a few," he commanded. Crossing the room to the whiteboard, he uncapped a dry erase marker and prepared to take notes. This familiar routine called to mind many previous brainstorming sessions despite the fact she'd never been naked and tied open for his perusal during one before.

Rebecca dissected the question as she would in any other case, hoping to gain some distance from the intensity of the situation. "The baseline involved manual stimulation by the subject whereas, during the trial, an outside source aroused the subject."

"What else?" he pushed.

"The object inserted in the subject's v.a.g.i.n.a was larger during the trial than in the baseline creation phase, which could have been the cause of the subject's enhanced response."

Her mind screamed for her to stop talking. She made the situation worse with every syllable she uttered but the researcher in her couldn't help but uncover the flaws inherent in his comparison. Besides, she didn't want to admit either to herself or Dr. Foster that she would never obtain s.e.xual fulfillment this complete in all her life once the experiment finished and Kurt reverted to being her boss...no, partner. Not her lover.

"Any other discrepancies, Becca?" Kurt's arched eyebrow dared her to come up with more reasons to deny their connection. After all, he intended to prove her wrong.