Play Doctor: Dream Machine Part 15

"You're so hot." The thought slipped out before she could translate it into scientific language.

At least he didn't laugh in her face. Although, judging by his lips clamped together and his shaking shoulders, it required monumental effort on his part not to. She scrambled to recover.

"W-What I mean is, the inserted device during the baseline creation had a much cooler average temperature than the one used during the trial this afternoon." The memory of his heated flesh scalding her chest, between her thighs and inside her p.u.s.s.y made Rebecca shiver as though she might freeze without his searing touch. The band across her abdomen seemed to constrict when her hips shifted at the memory of Dr. Foster f.u.c.king her.

Kurt jotted down the last of her ridiculous a.s.sertions with hasty strokes before adding his own theory in bold, printed letters.

"The subject responded more intensely due to her underlying attraction to her partner."

Snapping the lid on the marker, he deposited it in the tray before spinning to face her. In the small s.p.a.ce, he crossed to her side in two steps.

"And I'll prove it to you."

Chapter Fourteen.

When Rebecca opened her mouth to ask how Kurt intended to confirm his theory, he silenced her with a brutal kiss. This time she thrust inside the inviting warmth of his mouth, parrying jabs of his tongue with her own. Dazed by the rush of pleasure, she didn't realize he'd started to retreat until their lips separated with a smack.

As though he could read her mind, he said, "You'll see."

He rummaged through the cabinet behind her, hunting for G.o.d knew what. She drummed her fingers on the table. Not a very patient person, curiosity got the better of her. "What are you looking for?"

"One of my more recent inventions. I hadn't intended to use it yet but this is a perfect opportunity for a test run."

She strained against the bonds to lift her head but couldn't see what contraption he'd retrieved no matter how she squirmed and struggled against the straps. After removing another component from the closet, he crossed to the sink then tinkered with something on the countertop. As he worked, he spoke in his seductive, midnight tone.

"So, we have as possible alternate theories that the inserted device in today's session was bigger, hotter and remotely operated as compared with the method used in the baseline creation session, correct?"

When she didn't respond, Kurt pivoted. His dark eyes bored into her, daring her to defy him.

"Yes, Doctor."

"Then this should help disprove your suggestions." He offered a deflated sphere, constructed of his flesh-colored material with a slender tube protruding from the back, for her inspection.

"What...what is it?" Her stomach did summersaults at the thought of yet another of his devious implements.

"I don't have a name for it yet. Maybe you can suggest one after you try it out." His dimples reappeared.

The straps sank into her flesh as she squirmed beneath them. Judging by the sight of his c.o.c.k rising higher with every heartbeat, Rebecca deduced he'd relish debunking her hypotheses.

"G.o.d, baby. Look at you." Kurt's eyes raked down her body, kindling an inferno of need.

Her nipples hardened beneath his appraising stare, her mouth fell open and she began to rock against the clasp of the restraints. She surrendered to the pa.s.sion flooding her.

"You enjoy being my subject, don't you?"

Her eyelids fluttered closed as she tried to bring herself to refute his claim. It was no use. "Yes, Doctor."

"Good girl." Kurt patted her hip as he circled the table to stand between her legs. "I bet if I push my finger into your p.u.s.s.y right now you'll be soaking wet. Should we test out that idea, too?" Without waiting for an answer, he slid one digit inside her. "You're still so snug. Even after taking my d.i.c.k less than an hour ago."

Her moan reverberated off the white linoleum floor and the stainless steel cabinets, which amplified the animalistic sound. Kurt removed his finger from her grip. As she watched, he tasted the remnants of their desire.

Slipping his finger in his s.e.xy mouth, he ingested the mix without glancing away from her, not even to blink.

What would the mingled flavors be like?

"I love the way you taste, Becca," he murmured as she strained beneath him on the table, desperate to get closer. "Soon I'll have you again but, for now, we have work to do."

Rebecca had lost track of their intent. Struggling to focus, she grasped for a shred of self-control. He returned her to the task at hand with a light slap on the inside of her thigh. The resulting sting didn't really hurt but it got her attention. Instead of shrieking or protesting, another moan escaped her when the spark of arousal ran up her leg.

Kurt began a narrative doc.u.menting his actions. He dictated each step of his procedure as he had on the more mundane experiments she'd a.s.sisted him with over the years. The familiarity of the situation contrasted with the building tension she braced herself to contain.

"First, I've rolled the device into a thin cylinder of material. I'll take the moisture seeping from your slit to lubricate it." Hearing him speak such blatant, unprofessional and arousing words aimed at her was surreal. His dirty-talk inflamed her already rioting senses but his speech couldn't compare to the initial brush of his fingers against her moist, swollen flesh.

"Mmmmm."

Kurt doused the end of the device in the copious secretions coating her p.u.s.s.y. The rolled up material would be smaller than his erect staff but the antic.i.p.ation, while it hovered a hairsbreadth from entering her, drove her wild. As though he understood, and couldn't resist toying with her, he paused.

"I've prepared the device and will now begin the insertion." Kurt aligned the blunt tip of his creation with her channel. He embedded it in her p.u.s.s.y with a single long stroke.

"Yes, Becca?"

Unaware she'd cried out for him, she couldn't say if she'd begged him to stop or do it again. Every nerve ending stood at attention. Tender from their earlier session but craving the dark pleasures he could subject her to, she teetered with indecision.

Before she had recovered from the intrusion, Kurt continued. "As you can see, this tube connects to the portion of the device buried in you. I'm about to hook it to temperature regulation module I've already connected to the sink faucet. It's accurate to a one-hundredth of a degree."

What did he have planned? Nerves made her jittery but only because she intended to control her reactions this time.

She would demonstrate she could disconnect her emotions if he could. His impromptu exhibition turned her on enough she had a shot at corroborating one of her theories. This could make her hotter than f.u.c.king him had.

Liar! She suspected the set up only made her this h.o.r.n.y because he ran the show but she didn't have to admit that to him.

Already, her inner muscles clamped around the device lodged in her p.u.s.s.y as it began to unfurl. Frustrated, she wished Kurt's long, veined c.o.c.k replaced it instead, throbbing deep inside as it stretched her.

He finished calibrating the device while Rebecca studied the thermometer unit with her three remaining brain cells. All the others already clamored for release. She hadn't seen him lay the component beside her trapped arm on the examination table.

Unparalleled pleasure dulled her keen observation skills. Kurt scrambled her logical and controlled mind.

Always keeping herself distanced from possible distractions on the path to achieving her goal, she had pushed aside everything else to concentrate on the most important thing in her life. Sometimes, that had been studying for a test, working at the practice or protecting her family. Now, what she wanted most was for him to f.u.c.k her again.

He returned to her side then raised the section of the table beneath her hips until she reclined at a shallow angle. Shaken from her meandering thoughts, the slight tilt encouraged blood flow to her head. The resulting tingle added to the arousal building within her.

"I have a valve system rigged into the tubing. I realize it's too close to your body for you to see-tied as you are-but trust me, it's there."

Comprehension dawned. Her eyes winded in shock at his nefarious scheme. He wouldn't. One glimpse at the smug expression on his face a.s.sured her that he would. She could say no right now and he'd allow her to leave. She could end it, but she didn't want to. If she stayed, she granted her permission to proceed with all his arousing schemes.

Nodding in acceptance when she refused to object, Kurt forged ahead. "In a moment, I'm going to open the valve." His impressive erection strained against his abdomen. "The temperature gauge is set to five degrees above the average body heat reading the sheath tool recorded when I f.u.c.ked you on my desk earlier."

The mention of their erotic interlude forced more cream past her tensing muscles. The cool breeze of the laboratory's air-conditioning highlighted the wet trail leading toward her a.s.s.

"When I open the valve, warm water will begin to fill the device inside you. Are you ready, Becca?"

"Yes, Doctor." G.o.d, if he didn't do something soon she would beg again. She needed him to ease the ache inside her. The glint in his eye aroused her suspicion. He wouldn't make her wait before he allowed her release, would he?

Kurt rested against the side of the table then reached between her legs. His solid, straining c.o.c.k branded the outside of her thigh as he opened the valve. She wished she could extend her hand and touch his engorged flesh, stroke it, but no matter how she tugged, the strap held her wrist immobile. Before she thought to ask him to free her arm, the slide of warmth running up the channel of her s.e.x ripped her attention away.

It reminded her of the way his hot come had coated the walls of her p.u.s.s.y. She bucked within the limits of the bonds, her muscles reacting with wild flexes. Her body strained, eyes squeezed shut, as the heavy liquid and heat rushed inside her. "Oh, yes. Kurt, more. More."

He didn't grant her wish. Instead, he gave her a moment to adjust to the initial sensation. Once her gasping reverted to slower, deeper breaths, she realized that what felt like Niagara Falls pouring inside her was more of a slow, steady stream. She opened her eyes to find him scrutinizing her reactions.

"d.a.m.n, baby, maybe I'm wrong after all." His voice resounded with disappointment. "Maybe you're amazingly responsive and it didn't matter who f.u.c.ked you earlier."

As if on cue, the machines behind him beeped. The initial readings had activated the sensors. He spun around to inspect the monitor receiving input from the inserted device. Although her apparent arousal soared above the readings measured in the baseline session, the new line tracking across the screen fell far short of the one from their reenactment in his office.

"Then again...maybe not." Placated, Kurt grinned while noting the output on his clipboard. Then he increased the flow into the device.

The moment of uncertainty that had clouded his features brightened something at the core of her soul. If she imagined his reactions to her, why would he care if she wanted him specifically? Before she could reason any closer to the answer, he drew her attention to the pleasure saturating her.

"Do you know what's going to happen, Becca?" He spoke in an intimate growl against her ear. His hard-on throbbed against her hip as he leaned over her. In subtle arcs, he thrust himself into the side of her leg, stroking his arousal over her skin between the restraints.

Clearing the haze threatening to cut off her judgment, she realized the pressure inside her continued to amplify as the stretchy material of the device unrolled and bulged with water.

"It's going to fill me." She groaned in realization.

"Yes, baby. It's going to expand to take up as much room as you can give it. The flexible material will conform to your shape. You're going to be stretched and packed until you can't stand anymore. It's going to be warmer and bigger than my c.o.c.k." He nipped her earlobe before retreating with a groan. "I don't want to influence the readings by touching you."

Rebecca whimpered. "I'm going to burst." The water trickled incessantly, increasing the size of the object bit by bit. She squirmed, flexing and relaxing her v.a.g.i.n.al muscles to accommodate the expanding ball.

Kurt's strained laugh cut through her protest. "We've just begun. You'll see, you can take a lot more than you think."

As the volume increased, the weight and force inside her ballooned. His palm slid over her abdomen, testing the size. She couldn't help but moan.

"I bet that feels good, doesn't it? s.h.i.t, I can't keep my hands off you." He checked the monitor to ensure levels of her recorded pleasure remained lower than during her dream reenactment before he continued to goad her. "Do you want to come for me, sweetheart?"

She wheezed now as her muscles rippled against the bulge inside her, causing it to shiver and quake. The resulting waves bounced around, enhancing the powerful pleasure forcing her closer to release.

Kurt wouldn't need the monitor to alert him to her impending o.r.g.a.s.m. In another second, she'd start screaming her need. She trembled on the razor's edge of completion when he dialed down the flow of water entering her.

"No! Please, I'm so close."

"You're so pet.i.te, I don't want to stretch you too far." He leaned in for a closer look. His finger nudged around the opening of her p.u.s.s.y, between it and the device, testing the fit. The motion triggered a sensual sloshing against her sensitized nerve endings. She groaned as the rhythmic squeezing of her own internal muscles reflected and amplified the ripples.

"Did that hurt?" His head raised as he peered at her in alarm.

"No, feels so good. Please. A little more."

"You've had enough, Becca. This is a new invention. I don't want to push you anymore. In fact, I can see a slight protuberance in your abdomen." His c.o.c.k jerked when he relayed his observations. She could tell he loved the sight. She watched the drop of pre-come oozing from the slit in the head. It beaded, doubling in size before dripping down the crown. His hand hovered near his engorged d.i.c.k for a moment as if he resisted the urge to take the tight flesh in hand.

"Do it, please. Keep going." The evidence had to be valid. They had to finish what he'd started. Amazing as this felt, hovering on the edge of bliss, it couldn't compare to their previous experience.

Even if Kurt wasn't interested in her, the results needed to be irrefutable. This might be the single chance she had to corroborate her deepest longing without having to lay her heart on the line.

"Becca, look at me." He commanded. "Are you sure?"

Heavy lidded, br.i.m.m.i.n.g with pleasure, her eyes met his. She nodded once.

"The object inside you now is stretching you completely. It's far bigger than my c.o.c.k and warmer." He paused in concern when a violent shudder ran through her body.

"Hurry," she whispered. "Finish it."

"The evidence is clear, baby. You want me more than this. Look at the proof." Dr. Foster pointed at the glowing lines streaking across the display. "Say it, Becca. Tell me you want me."

She thought she might explode. "Please just let me come. Touch me."

If she could think of anything except the pleasure driving her mindless she might have been mortified for begging.

"No."

Rebecca whimpered, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. He couldn't be pushing her away again.

None of it made sense. Why did he keep doing this?

"I will not let you come until you say it. Now." Kurt wouldn't relent.

"What?" Her desire-fogged mind hadn't grasped his request.

"Tell me you need me." His fierce command forced her to speak her deepest desire. No matter how badly she yearned for him to stroke her c.l.i.t, to push her over the edge, he wouldn't release her from this trap until she admitted she wanted him more than he wanted her. Though it hurt, and embarra.s.sed her, she couldn't hide the truth.

But in a terrifying moment of clarity, her stubborn pride decided to rebel. She hated that she'd pleaded for release and still he'd denied her. Again.

Didn't he know how hard it was for her to ask? She would claim at least a little victory by feigning indifference as much as possible in her current state. "Could be...the lack of remote stimulation...I proposed in...theory three."

She fought to choke out the words as her body trembled. Her breath sawed in and out of her lungs. So close, she teetered on the brink of a powerful climax, poised to fall into the oblivion of ecstasy.

Kurt growled. "Fine."

With a savage yank, he reached in the drawer built into the table and removed a gadget. Still, the water flooded her until Rebecca feared she might spring a leak. If her hands had been free, she'd have reached down to circle her c.l.i.t with the one caress it would take to fly. No matter the repercussions.

"I'll put this on you, Becca. It's a c.l.i.toral vibrator designed to attach to the base of many of my inventions.

You'll come for me. Then, I'll make you admit it. I won't stop until you scream out your desire for me. You'll shatter in a million pieces and still it won't be as good for you as when I f.u.c.ked you. We both know it."