Authors: Joey W. Hill
she was wearing paint
instead of clothing. She felt a little
self-conscious about the
unavoidable mid-section thickness
that came with being a
mother in her forties, but he brushed
her concerns away as
he adjusted the body suit here and
there, indulging himself
with a far less functional caress or
squeeze, a stroke or
pinch that had her arching into his
touch and drawing erratic
breaths.
Distributed inside the fabric of the
suit were more thin
wafers. They had some type of metal
component though,
because he was adjusting their
placement with a magnet,
moving them here and there, so that
when he finished they
were centered at her nipples, her clit
and her throat, for the
suit came up high under her chin.
More were at her wrists,
ankles, the base of her spine…over
two dozen places,
including chakra energy points, she
noted.
He’d commanded her to remain
utterly stil while he
made the alterations, but after he
finished, he wanted her to
move. A ful forward fold, where that
magnet and the brush
of his fingers moved along her spine,
to the impression at
the top of her buttocks, then lower.
Then a twist of her upper
body, a lift of her arms, showing the
ful range of movement.
He did something else with the
device she’d assumed was
only a magnet, and suddenly it felt as
if al those points, and
the fabric itself, had melded to her,
the wafers moving with
those erogenous points. It was a little
claustrophobic, like
getting an unexpected second skin,
but as he encouraged
her to keep moving about, it became
more comfortable.
“Al right, how’s that?”
“Good. May I ask…what does this
do?”
His expression reflected his approval
at her deference.
“The easiest explanation is it
simulates sexual stimulation
and intercourse through a
combination of direct contact and
acupressure.”
Rachel blinked. “What?”
He gave her an absent half smile,
studying something on
his handheld and scanning her body
with the magnet
sensor at the same time. “I was going
to use Dana or
Cassandra for the first test, but a
much better option
presented herself.”
She glanced over at the props. “And
the podium and
book, what are those for?”
“Take a seat and I’l show you.”
She sat in the wooden chair as he
adjusted the podium
so that she could view the book at
eye level. When he
opened it to the middle, she saw the
pages were blank, the
Kama Sutra
cover a façade. Before
she could ask about
that, he’d moved to a monitor on a
workbench nearby.
When he hit several keys, she heard a
beep. “There you
are. As we do this, it wil record data
on your reactions. I
can use that to make the suit even
better.”
“Have you named your invention?”
She tried to ask it
casual y, though she was feeling more
than a little unsettled,
thinking about what he said it could
do.
His lips twisted. “They cal the one at
the conferences ‘the
sex suit’. Pretty unimaginative. I’d
like to come up with
something far more aesthetical y
pleasing to a woman’s
ear. If I have Justin market it in his
store, maybe he can help
me come up with a proper name.”
His attention went back to the
monitor, fingers tapping,
hair tousled over his brow. A man in
T-shirt and jeans who
nevertheless looked as in control of
his environment as he
did when in a suit. “Keep your hands
on the chair arms and
put your heels outside the legs, so
your knees are spread.
Don’t be alarmed by this next step.”
“What—” She gave a short yelp as
her wrists and ankles
were suddenly immobilized.
“I used that technology first at a
board meeting where
Lucas was winning over Cassandra.
The suit doesn’t
require bracelets on the wrists and
ankles though. It uses
highly sensitized magnets to hold the
arms and legs to the
chair. Don’t worry about tipping it.
It’s anchored to the floor.”
“Okay, the serial kil er thing is
coming to mind now. Only
it’s an elaborate Hol ywood movie
where he chooses
diabolical, complicated ways to
immobilize his victim.”
Hearing the note of panic beneath the
desperate humor,
he glanced up at her, those blue eyes
blinking through a
few strands of dark hair. The silken
brows drew down and
he came to her then, moving with his
lithe grace to take a
knee between her restrained feet.
Cupping her face with
his strong fingers, he brought her
attention to that
commanding touch, his serious
features, the firm, sensual
mouth. “Unless it’s for your pleasure,
like a spanking, I wil
never hurt you, Rachel. I promise.”
“You scare me. On so many levels.
You’re…so much at
once, you know?”
“You’ve been imagining me in your
mind wel over a year.
And I’ve been imagining you. So it’s
not at once. It’s just
we’re final y making it real.” He
gave her that look that
scared her most of al . “In a few
moments, I’m going to
make you mindless and crazy with
desire in a way you’ve
never felt before. And that wil be far
bigger than any fear or
worry. Al right?”
“Okay.” She swal owed. His smile
didn’t quite reach his
eyes.
“Because I’ve got you restrained
where you can’t run,
you’re going to hear me say this for
the first time, but it sure
as hel isn’t going to be the last. As
much as you deny it,
you know exactly what kind of
Master I am. I don’t say
something important unless I’ve
given it a great deal of
thought, from every angle. You’re
what I want, not just until I
find the next pretty face. I love you,
and you better get used
to that, and everything it means.”
He’d been so absorbed in his
invention, she hadn’t been
expecting such a declaration, though
even if she’d had
some type of warning, she didn’t
think it would have
prepared her. As she stared at him,
stunned, he leaned
forward, dropped a provocative kiss
on the rise of her
breast before he raised his head, his
face inches from
hers. His intense gaze registered her
gasp, the widening of
her eyes as he slid his hand down
over her pussy, a firm,
possessive grasp rather than a caress,
holding the
pressure there as her heartbeat
quickened, the pulse of her
clit fluttering wildly against his
touch. “You don’t believe me
now,” he said quietly. “But I’l have
plenty of time to punish
that doubt out of your head. A
lifetime.”
Did he understand how knocking her
off her axis like this
could dredge up the debris of her
life? Maybe he did,
because he’d chosen to tel her now
when, as he’d pointed
out, he’d restrained her so she
couldn’t run. Before she
could find words, he rose, returning
to his monitor. “Now,
focus on the book. Let that take your
mind wherever it wil .
Instead of getting bogged down in
thoughts and emotions
you don’t want to deal with right
now, that you don’t have to
deal with right now, start imagining
something else.”
He’d given her an out she was more
than wil ing to take,
dangerous as she knew that could be.
But the lights were
dimming, putting the platform in the
spotlight and Jon in the
shadows. As that happened, the white
pages of the book
shimmered, an electronic tablet. It
had a similar theme to
the
Kama Sutra
, however, because
the first image was a
sketch of two people in coitus. The
female was on her
hands and knees, the male entering
her from behind, his
fingers pressed into the generous
curve of her buttock.
Rachel could see his cock partial y
entered into her, and
her hair was thrown forward, her
breasts hanging loose,
begging to be squeezed and touched.
On the edges of the platform, vertical
streams of air
started up, wavering with light that
formed images, making
the workshop disappear entirely.
Deer, bounding through a
field of lavender flowers on one
side… A rainbow delving
into a val ey… Clouds slipping away
directly before her, as
if she were flying.
She let out an amazed sound,
watching the holographic
images dance around her, but there
was more. A ripple of
sensation passed along her throat, her
wrists, as if she was
being caressed there. She tipped back
her chin, feeling the
sensation of it drift down her
sternum, past her breasts and
along her rib cage. A stroke along her
hips and upper
thighs, behind her knees, like a
lover’s scattering of kisses,
awakened her body without touching
any of the more typical
erogenous zones, thereby heightening
their need to be
touched further. As always, for her,
Jon knew denial was the
most powerful aphrodisiac.
Remembering his command, she
returned her gaze to
that tablet. Another page, this time a
man on his knees,
eating a woman’s pussy. Both
beautiful, sexy and sensual
figures, absorbed in what they were
doing. While she lay on
her back, her legs were pointed
straight up and crossed at
the ankles, a rope attached to a
ceiling hook holding them
in that position. It reminded Rachel
of the Legs-Up-The-
Wal pose, or
viparita karani
. Her
arms were stretched out
to either side of her, each wrist held
by another man, both
naked. Al three were ful y erect,
implying that each would
have his turn with her.
Her pussy contracted, and then she
gasped, because it
wasn’t coming from her, not exactly.
The picture helped her
easily identify what she was feeling.
It felt as if a man was
stroking her with his tongue, teasing
her clit, then sliding
down from there to push his tongue
inside of her, lap and
lick, thrust, getting her ready for his
cock. Arching up into
the feeling, she found the restriction
was not limited to her
ankles or wrists, but included her
back and thighs as wel .
She was total y immobilized, except
for her head and neck,
her tightly curling fingers and toes.
Now it felt like a man’s hands were
caressing her lower
back, another’s sliding along her
throat. The soles of her
feet were being teased by nibbling
lips, though the body
suit only came to her ankles. The
pressure points being
stimulated were awakening other
parts of her, things that
had no sensors on them al . It
increased the sense of
helplessness, the feel of being total y,
deliciously out of
control. He could do anything to her.
She could die of
pleasure here. Her body was making
tiny jerks, her mind
spiraling among al the different
sensations, her pussy
throbbing hard. She felt like
kundalini
energy from the
strong sacral chakra was dancing
through her body in a
swirl of deep ginger color. It coated
her skin, engaged her
mind and deeper.
He’d told her he loved her, had
known how deeply that
would disturb her, and yet now he
was wrapping it up in
this, something impossible, magical,
a near out-of-body
experience that was happening
in
her
body, because the
last thing she wanted to do was leave
her body at the
moment. It made the impossible
possible, and she realized
how clever he was. She didn’t have
the brain cel s to resist
it, or him.
Her nipples began to tingle and then
respond as if being
pinched by unseen fingers, stroked,
plucked. “Oh…” she
cried out as the sensors he’d put in
her anus came to life as
wel . It was as if a man’s thick finger,
lubricated and ready,
had slid into her there while his