How You Touch Me (5 page)

My eyelids flutter as he lays me down gently in the
middle of the machine. An involuntary, delicious shiver courses
through my body when I remember what I'd just told Julian.

Make me come.

Well, he is about to do just that.

Shakily, I raise my hands behind my neck to untie my
halter top but Julian stops me. “Allow me,” he says
gruffly, catching my arms. I stand and face him, feeling his hands
on my bare shoulders.

Slowly, his hands move to my nape. His long fingers
deftly unties the string of my bikini top and removes it, exposing my
bare breasts. His eyes hungrily take in the swell of my breasts and
my glistening, hard nipples. I can feel his fingers tremble slightly
as they move down my body to slide my bikini bottom down my legs.
His fingers skim along the outside of my thighs and calves. I close
my eyes, imagining those long, skilful fingers on my inner thigh and
deep in my folds.

“
Sophia.”

I open my eyes at his voice.

“
Are you ready? Are you sure you want...”

“
Yes. I want this.”
I want you.

Julian's lips move, but I can't read the words on his
lips. He caresses my cheek tenderly and nods.

I let Julian stretch my arms above my head and lock my
wrists in the metal cuffs. He steps away from me and I see him grab
some clothes from behind the door. With jerky movements, he shrugs
on a shirt and a pair of jeans. He dons his white coat rather
hurriedly and haphazardly, and comes back to me. His hair is still
dripping and I watch the water droplets race down his neck to soak
into his collar. If my hands weren't cuffed, I'd grab his collar and
pull him forcefully to me.

He presses a button and the machine lowers me onto the
steel table. I lie on my back and wait. Julian takes my feet in his
hands. I expect him to cuff my ankles, but instead he starts to
massage my feet. His thumb moves in slow circles against the soles
of my feet, starting from the balls to my heel.

“
Aren't you going to restrain my legs?” I
ask breathlessly when he holds my waist and lowers his face to mine.

He shakes his head. “No. Just relax, Sophia.
You...” He presses his warm lips to my eyelids, and whispers,
“You are amazing.”

His lips and hands leave me at last, and I shudder from
the sudden cold. There is a faint click and I know that the glass
sphere has sealed. My eyes dart across the thin, clear surface of
the glass globe that I am encased in. What is the machine going to
do to me this time? I shift my body and realize that the steel table
has widened. I can comfortable spread my legs without having my legs
hang off the side of the table. My eyes round as I suddenly
understand why Julian has not secured my ankles. The first time in
the sex machine, I had been brought to orgasm by the suction and heat
on my skin, my breasts, my sore, stimulated nipples, my whole body
but I hadn't been allowed to spread my legs. But earlier on, in the
pool, Julian had pressed his erection to the very tip of my opening
and he had seen my fierce arousal and need. I had wrapped my legs
around him, allowing him to press hard against me and push
insistently between my legs. He knows what I want. I want my sex
probed and pounded. And he is going to give it to me.

I blink as Julian fades from my view. He is typing
something into the control panel at the side of the machine, but now
he is nothing more than a white blur. The curved surface of the
sphere has misted over, and I can feel the humidity building up.

A nozzle lowers from the top of the sphere and a spray
of warm water spurts over my body. As the water trickles down my
body, gently caressing my stomach and thighs, I start to relax. I
close my eyes and surrender to the soothing sensation. The feel of
water on my skin makes me recall what Julian and I had just done in
the pool moments earlier. The experience had been playful, carefree,
happy, passionate and sexy. The memory of his smile, his gaze, his
lust makes my breath catch. I had felt his huge cock seeking my
opening, torturing me through my bikini. Unconsciously, I part my
thighs at the thought of Julian's demanding erection. The warmth
spreads down my body and pools between my legs. I spread my legs
further apart and the water pressure rises in tandem with my desire.

As I arch my back, I become aware of a mounting pressure
on my nipples. A sharp pain shoots through my body and my eyes fly
open. I see glinting metal clamps gripping both my nipples tightly,
tugging and squeezing them. The clamps relax suddenly, releasing me
from their vice-like grip. I gasp and pant, but before I can catch
my breath, the metal arms move and the clamps close in again. The
clamps squeeze and twist my nipples from side to side, and as I cry
out, they relax their grip. I watch the metal arms move with wide
open eyes, and observe their pattern. The clamps tighten on my
nipples and release them in turn, giving me pain and pleasure,
pleasure from pain. Without realizing it, I start clenching my
muscles and the walls of my vagina in time to the pressure on my
nipples. When the clamps tighten, my body tightens as well. The
rhythm starts to build, and with the pulsating wetness between my
legs, my whole body starts to buck and writhe.

I summon what is left of my strength to raise my head
and look down the length of my body. My widely spread thighs are
quivering as a warm jet of water finds my clit and pulses it
insistently. I moan in pleasure and draw my knees up, exposing as
much of my pussy as I can. My need is roaring through my body, and I
can't wait any longer. I want to come, hard and fast. I want to
shudder and scream in ecstasy. As if the machine—or is it
Julian, has read my mind, the nozzle starts lowering and the arc of
water sways to stroke across my folds. At my nub, it moves in tight
circles, attacking me frenziedly until I am so swollen and hard. I
writhe and pant as I crest closer and closer towards the edge. I can
feel the flickering flames of my orgasm lick at me, teasing and
testing me. The clamps tweak my nipples hard and I tense and scream.
The contraction of my muscles sends sparks of pleasure shooting
through my body. I tense even more, clenching rhythmically,
uncontrollably and violently. The climax comes and I lose all
capacity for thought. I am unaware of everything except my raw,
pulsating pleasure. My world explodes into a soundless, blinding,
scorching scream, as I come again and again in succession. The water
shoots into my opening, my anus, drenching and slapping against my
pussy. The water pressure continues stimulating my engorged clit,
sending waves of screaming pleasure through every nerve. I climax
repeatedly, spasms wrecking my entire body. In the helpless throes
of my ecstasy, my back aches and I raise my hips. My body slams back
onto the metal surface of the table when the blinding heat finally
drains from my senses. I lie on my back, listening to my heavy,
ragged breathing for an eternity before I crack my eyes open.

Julian is standing over me, gripping the sides of the
table with shaking hands. I release a long, shuddering sigh and
manage a smile. “What did you just do to me, Julian?” I
say, my eyes half closed.

He works my wrists free of the cuffs and lifts me from
the table. I lie limply in his arms, all the strength drained from
me. I can hardly think straight. More accurately, I can hardly
think at all.

My insides are still throbbing and tensing painfully at
the intensity of my orgasms. I try to raise my arms to Julian's
neck, but my whole body feels like jelly.

“
Your heart rate just went through the roof,”
Julian mutters, a muscle working violently in his jaw. “And
your breathing—you might have ruptured your lungs if you kept
it up! Damn, damn!” I feel his nails digging into my skin.
He looks furious. “Why can't I override that damn command and
stop...” He closes his eyes as if in pain. “Damn!”

“
What...are you so upset about?” I hiccup
and frown. I feel almost drunk on pleasure. Giddy and delirious,
weak and exhausted. “Are you angry?” I trace a finger
down the crease between his brows and pout. “Are you angry
with me?”

Julian grits his teeth. “No, Sophia, I'm angry
with myself. I shouldn't have allowed this to happen.”

“
What?”

“
I'd wanted to measure the intensity of your
orgasm and the changes in your body when you were directly touched.
I forgot to take into account your arousal...it's my fault. I
shouldn't have touched you in the pool. I don't know what came over
me. I just...I just can't resist you, Sophia. It's getting so hard
and so painful. Seeing you, being so near you, but not touching
you...it's damn near killing me.”

“
It's killing me too,” I breathe.

“
That is what I nearly did! I'd never forgive
myself if I hurt you, Sophia,” he says, his face contorted in
pain.

My senses are still swirling from the forceful, repeated
climaxes that my body had just experienced. “You didn't hurt
me,” I laugh a strange high-pitched laugh, which startles me.
God, I don't even sound like myself anymore. “You. Made. Me.
Come.” I poke his chest with my forefinger. “You, Dr.
Julian James, made me come so good. So. Fucking. Good!” I
throw my head back and gasp. I seem to be on a high, a high that was
just pulling me out of this world. I feel like I am floating higher
and higher.

“
Sophia!” Julian shakes me urgently. There
is a note of fear in his voice. “Sophia! Look at me! Come
on, look at me, Sophia!”

I force my head up and blink furiously. His voice
sounds like it is coming to me from across a vast distance. Julian
puts me down and rushes to one of the monitors at the side of the
machine. He notes the readings and immediately begins pummeling a
few buttons in rapid succession. I struggle to sit up and Julian is
at my side in an instant. I can feel myself shivering uncontrollably
as I curl against him.

“
Can I...can I go now?” I stammer. My feet
fail to find the floor and I still feel as though I am floating.

“
Just a while more,” he mutters. “I
have to be sure your blood pressure and heart rate return to normal.
They were skyrocketing to dangerous levels, but they're going down
now. I just have to monitor you a while more.” He rubs his
hand down my arm. “Are you cold?”

I shake my head.

He glances at the monitor one last time, and slips his
arms under my body. He swallows repeatedly as he carries me to my
bedroom.

Gently, he puts me down on the bed and draws the covers
up over my naked body. He sits on the edge of the bed and holds my
hand. “I'm sorry,” he whispers. “I'm so sorry,
Sophia.”

“
I'm fine,” I smile. “Everything is
fine.”

“
No. It's not fine. You could have suffered a
seizure, or a heart attack. It was too intense. You could have been
seriously hurt. I just...” The expression on his face changes
as his thoughts take a sudden turn. “You...you were so, so
perfect, the readings proved what I have been researching...”
he says fervently. He rakes both hands through his hair. “But...”

I press my fingers to his lips. “Shhh.
Everything is all right. I feel fine, just...tired. Incredibly
tired,” I sigh.

“
Yes, yes, right. You should rest. I'll just...”
Awkwardly, he gets up to go, but I stop him. My fingers close
lightly around his wrist, and I pull him back towards me. “Julian.
Don't go.”

He gazes intently down at me, his eyes dark and
tortured.

“
Please, stay with me. Hold my hand till I fall
asleep.”

Julian envelops my hand in his large ones so tenderly.
He settles down by my side and caresses my face. “Of course,”
he says quietly. “Rest now, Sophia. Try to sleep a little.”

I breathe deeply and close my eyes, feeling his fingers
stroke my bare arm. He smooths the hair away from my face and traces
the tip of his finger down my cheek and jaw. After a long while,
when he thinks that I am finally asleep, he gets up and tucks my arm
under the blanket. I feel his lips press against my forehead and he
whispers, “I love you.”

Only when I hear him walk away and the door close softly
behind him do I open my eyes and gasp. What did he just say? Did he
just say what I thought he said? Did he just tell me that he loves
me? Or did I imagine that? Am I still awake or am I already
dreaming?

I stare at the ceiling, trying to breathe, trying to
think. In all these years after the tragedy, there was only one
thing that Julian allowed himself to love. His work. His
overflowing, messy office is testament to that. He lives and feels
alive only in his office and his laboratory with his machine and his
files and computers. The rest of the house, even though kept in
pristine and perfect order by Mrs Kenny, has been largely untouched
and unlived in. I play his words over and over in my mind. Maybe he
said those words out of gratitude or guilt. Maybe he was thinking of
his work, his research, when he said it. I did hear him mumble that
the results of the experiment vindicated his theories and his
research. It is his work that he loves. Not me. I am just a tiny,
insignificant part of his world. I'm sure he has examined and
touched many female bodies in his line of work. I'm just another
body, a nameless, faceless specimen. I shake my head and toss on my
side.