JR (14 page)

Again, the beeping increased tempo. Kurt groaned.

“Baby, are you so hot you’re going to make yourself come just sitting there thinking? Come on, Becca.

Touch yourself. Show me how you take care of yourself. Focus on the feel of your hands on your luscious body.”

Little did he know, just being in the room with him shifted her body into overdrive. She wanted to ease the flames burning inside her to the point of pain but, still new to shared intimacy with him, her shyness reared its head.

At least she didn’t have to worry about lack of interest. One guy in her past had accused her of being frigid because sex with him couldn’t quiet her worrying mind, always focused on school, her job and her goals. Of course, she’d known he was full of crap but she had never expected pleasure could swamp her like this.

The desperation of her need paralyzed her.

“Dr. Foster…”

“I don’t know what’s going on in your mind but if you don’t want to talk it out with me then let it go.

You’re tensing up.”

The lines traced on the monitor had dipped and the beeping had slowed. What if she couldn’t do this in front of the one man she wanted? What if she failed him?

“Becca, you’re analyzing too much. Do it. Now.”

Something inside her loosened. Her hand shifted where it rested, rubbing the outer lips of her pussy. They were so smooth now that he had shaved them. Every featherlight brush of her fingertip, and the cool breeze blowing across the exposed skin, echoed in her core as she spread the wetness around her swollen folds.

“That’s it.” His approval raced through her, prompting her to grow bolder. Increasing the pressure of her fingers, she stroked a slow path along the outside of her lips. When her inner muscles gripped the smooth probe, she thought she heard a sound from Kurt’s direction. A groan?

Rebecca couldn’t think much about it as ecstasy began to overwhelm her. Pent up for so long, her passion steamrolled her logic now that he’d given her permission to let it out. As soon as she started touching herself, her eyes closed and pleasure overtook rationality.

Her mouth opened, her chest fluttered with uneven respiration, and her thigh muscles slackened, scooting her down a fraction of an inch. The motion lodged the probe in her to the hilt.

A moan burst out of her at the intrusion. Her free hand flew to her chest. The rings alternately chilled then heated against her breasts. She had to rub her nipples or the sensation would drive her crazy. Using a finger on either side of her slit, she massaged herself, trapping her clit between her fingers. The rippling of her vaginal walls triggered another wave of honey, which coated the probe before leaking from her.

Restless, she tried to impale herself further but the straps prevented her forward motion. The tug reminding her of her bound condition inched her closer to release. She wished the probe were fucking her as it had yesterday. Hell, she wished
he
would fuck her.

With that single thought, her orgasm loomed near. As she teetered on the edge, the pitch of the machine recording her responses crescendoed.

“Yes, Becca. Just like that. God, you look gorgeous.”

Rebecca sighed when she heard his reassurance. She concentrated on clenching the probe so it stroked her as she needed. Her muscles milked the foreign object, straining to wedge it further into her body or, maybe, to eject it. She wasn’t sure which. The nipple rings tightened again. She couldn’t last much longer under the unrelenting waves pounding her.

Usually it took her a while to orgasm, even when she used her vibrator. She only got quick relief when she woke in the middle of the night from a dream of Kurt’s powerful frame moving in heavy thrusts on top of her.

She’d barely acknowledged the fantasy when she flew over the edge. The whir and escalating beeping of the machines didn’t register on her mind as they recorded her climax. All she was aware of was the rapture rushing through her with every heartbeat, the invading probe she shuddered around, the restraints—tight but comforting on her skin—and, somewhere in the distance, the guttural sound of Kurt succumbing to his own needs.

“Doctor!”

She drifted in a strange combination of satisfaction and yearning. The orgasm had been titanic. Yet, more than ever, she craved Kurt’s cock. She wanted him to dominate her, force her to surrender to both of their desires. She huffed out a breath. He’d refused her twice already. She didn’t have the courage to make her request only to be denied again.

Rebecca peeked out. She admired his broad back as he soaked a rag in the sink. He came near, then bent over between her legs with a wooden stick similar to a tongue depressor clasped in his hand. The collector scraped across her tender tissue with rapid strokes, eliciting a shriek. She couldn’t stop herself from squirming against the restraints in an attempt to relieve her hypersensitive flesh while he removed copious dollops of the feminine come still oozing from her.

“Shh, Becca, I need to measure how wet you were.” He continued scooping her secretions into a large vial with mLs marked in red slashes up the side. When satisfied, he placed it in a metal stand on the counter. His hands found a clasp beneath her ass then disengaged a similar collection reservoir. She hadn’t noticed the discreet plate and funnel earlier.

Adding the contents together, he made note of the volume in his journal, humming with appreciation at the final figure. He swiped the warm, wet cloth across her thighs and crotch to remove the last bit of stickiness from her skin and ensure her comfort.

“Baby, you’re amazing.”

She expected him to remove the probe and nipple rings but, instead, he ran a finger over her pussy, around the side of the inserted device. Her hypersensitive nerve endings rebelled. The ferocity of her reaction startled her, as it had when her orgasm had made her a victim of spontaneous combustion.

“I’m sorry, Doctor. I couldn’t help but come so quick.”

Anger flared in his usually easygoing expression as he drew himself to his full height. “I told you never to apologize for your nature. If you do it again I’ll be forced to punish you.”

She tried to ignore the jump on the monitor indicating an unexpected clench of her pussy at his threat but a man as observant as Kurt couldn’t possibly have missed it. “Besides, that’s why we have several trials to establish a trend.”

She treated him to a blank stare until her relaxed body reawakened at his implication. With him standing so close, distracting her, she wasn’t certain she’d understood him.

“Several?”

“Yes. We’ll try this again, maybe four or five times, to obtain an average reading.” As though he expected her to accept the decree instead of rebelling at the idea, he patted her head. Before she could object, he gave her a quick peck on the cheek then headed back to his chair.

“Now you’ve had a chance to rest, let’s start over.”

“What?” Her incredulity shone through once she found her voice. She couldn’t come again so soon. He couldn’t expect her to when every nerve still tingled, resonating with violent relief.

“Again, Becca. You know it’s impossible to create a reliable baseline from a single data point.”

“Doctor,” she objected, trying to think of an explanation to make him understand. “I’m very sensitive right now. I can’t…”

“You’ve never had more than one orgasm in a night?” Peering over his shoulder, he scrutinized her reaction, making it impossible to obscure the truth.

“Never before yesterday.” She flinched at the suggestion of her deficiency then averted her eyes, turning her head away from him.

“Still hiding from me, Becca?” He returned to her side, reached out and gripped her jaw between his thumb and strong fingers, forcing her to face him. “I asked you a question. You promised to be open. Remember, total honesty? Nothing you tell me will make me think less of you. If anything, I’ll pity the men who were too inept to deserve you. I’d never judge you. There’s so much I can show you, sweetheart.” He stroked his thumb in a shallow arc over her cheekbone.

“Starting with this…” Reaching down, he gripped her forefinger then dragged it to her pussy, tapping it against her clit. A startled yelp escaped her throat. He only grinned.

“Don’t worry, Becca. Keep rubbing. It’ll start to feel good again, I promise.”

Kurt guided her finger in the slow circle she had traced around her clit earlier until her muscles relaxed and the probe readings began to climb once again. With a wink, he took his seat for act two.

After the fifth orgasm, Kurt admitted he couldn’t stand anymore even if Becca could have. Her limp body collapsed, exhausted. The straps alone held her on the table. Eyes closed, oblivious to the world, her breath sawed in sexy little pants through parted lips.

He was dying to sample her sultry slickness wrapped around his aching erection. Several rounds self-gratification behind cover of his clipboard hadn’t diminished his arousal in the face of her utter abandon to her passion. She’d always been his best student.

Unable to help himself, he’d soaked in every detail. Like the way she feathered her fingertips on her clit for a moment before stroking along the side of the bundle of nerves then around the bulge of the probe. He’d studied every movement, tucking the knowledge away for the time when he could take her.

He wanted to discover every way possible to please her.

By a comfortable mile, today had replaced the time during his wild college years he’d spent the night with three very willing bisexual women as the highlight of his sexual experience.

Once he’d provided a safe environment for exploration—free of recrimination in her career—and a dash of control, she had blossomed. Self-imposed restraints had melted before his eyes. Her abandon stirred wicked ideas of what to show her next.

But he had to be patient.

Restricting himself to a snail’s pace, he refused to risk overloading her senses and frightening her away.

He’d waited this long already. He’d continue to be patient until the time was right to escort her into deeper waters.

Kurt collected the last of her fluids, still marveling at her responsiveness. He disengaged the probe and nipple rings, placing the equipment in the cleaning bins according to protocol. Then he restored the table to its base configuration before releasing the bonds cocooning Becca’s legs. She rolled onto her side, curling into the fetal position with a weak moan.

“Come on, baby.” He lifted her from the table, savoring her blissful trance. “We need to get you cleaned up, then you can take a nap. Not too long though, I need you to sleep well tonight.”

“Am I awake now?” Her scratchy whisper was a side effect of her earlier vocal responses.

He chuckled, taking absurd pride in her repletion, though he hadn’t had much to do with it. Like a cat, she nestled against him, ensuring the highest possible percentage of her skin made contact with his bare chest. His cock stirred. In total disbelief, he wondered if he’d ever have enough of her.

“You were starving, weren’t you?” he whispered into her hair, inhaling her floral scent. She nuzzled her face against the side of his neck but didn’t answer his question.

“You’re so strong. You’d never drop me, would you?” Becca’s complete transparency, both physical and emotional, made a drastic change in the guarded woman he’d come to know so well. The fierce emotions her reliance instilled made him swear to protect her, fulfill her longing for security, no matter what the future held.

“Never.”

He fanned his fingers across the cooling skin of her back and around the ultra-smooth spot under her knee.

Though she wanted to relax now, she’d be sore tomorrow if he didn’t take care of her as he should. Kurt refused to let her suffer.

He brought her into his adjoining studio apartment then set her, like a priceless vase, in the steamy bathwater he’d started running before he released her. The tenderness seeping through his heart as he bathed her unsettled him. Desire, he understood. Even caring was a part of his normal interactions with women, but never before had the urge to shelter and nurture overwhelmed his rationality.

As a rule, the thrill of the chase and the eventual submission of a spirited woman brought him complete satisfaction. Now, he’d developed a sudden, infuriating craving for Becca to turn to him, to trust him, to want
him
—the man behind the doctor, the mentor and the boss.

What the fuck? Kurt didn’t believe in this shit, or anything he couldn’t generate conclusive proof of for that matter.

Emotions are symptoms of complex chemical reactions, which science can’t yet explain. Nothing more.

Don’t make this more than it is.

His rationalization rang false but the vision in front of him derailed his train of thought.

Becca lounged in the water lapping across her torso, blissfully unaware of her destructive impact on his lifelong hypothesis. He empathized with the confusion Einstein must have endured when he postulated the existence of black holes and their capability to distort the laws of physics.

Her eyes remained shut but the goose bumps dotting her skin faded when the heat, and the restorative ions of the bath salts, soaked into her delectable body. He washed her with his bare hands, lathering the soap across her smooth skin and pebbled nipples, scrubbing her more than necessary for hygienic purposes. All the while, he spoke to her in a stream of calming nonsense. Unsure of the words himself, he knew she heard but didn’t understand his soothing litany.