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“Yes, Doctor. Tell me what to do,” she whispered.

Sliding his fingers into her hair, he tugged until she turned to face him.

“Have you ever sucked a man’s cock before?” Though tempted to lie so he wouldn’t think her naïve, the power of his smoky eyes demanded an honest answer.

“No.” She rolled her eyes when her voice came close to squeaking. She wanted to know what he tasted like, what his stiff flesh would feel like against her lips. She wanted to make him experience even a fraction of the longing she did when he came near. She wanted to make him burn, too. “But I want to know how. Teach me?”

Faster than she thought possible, Kurt lunged closer. Holding the base of his cock, he teased her by rubbing the head against her lips to spread his salty moisture over them. When her tongue nipped out and stole a sample, he moaned. Loving that she had the power to affect him too, she reached her tongue out again and licked the purple tip of his cock.

“Open up.” He moaned again, and then thrust between her lips.

Absorbed in her explorations, Rebecca ran her tongue around the ridge of flesh near the head then traced the most prominent vein to his balls. She loved his tangy flavor and the clean, earthy scent of his skin. She tugged him deeper with her unpracticed suckling, letting his groans and sighs guide her. He seemed content to let them both indulge for a moment.

Then, keying the remote in his lab jacket, he triggered the probe’s forward motion.

“Ohh!” She moaned around his shaft. The steady pressure built on the opening of her pussy. She struggled to concentrate on his cock as the smooth device impaled her, driving her wild.

“I can feel the vibrations all the way up my spine when you do that.” Kurt’s low encouragement filled her with smug satisfaction. He fucked her face with careful, shallow strokes since her bound state limited motion.

The probe bottomed out, fully embedded in her. The base tucked against her sensitive vulva. The monitor across the table from her began drawing a glowing line, measuring the clasp of her channel as the device tunneled into her at a deliberate pace. The whir and low clanking of the moving parts contributed to her arousal.

The probe was thicker than Dr. Foster’s fingers but nowhere near as wide as the erection overflowing her mouth.

She wondered what it would feel like to be stretched so wide.

He initiated the cyclic motion of the probe. It entered then retracted from her hot hole before beginning again. Kurt’s growl drew her attention.

“It’s working. The monitor is confirming the passion I can see on your face. Damn, that’s hot.” When he pressed his shaft further into her mouth, the line on the screen jumped. With a wicked grin, he teased her, “I see you enjoy it when I make you take me deeper. How far can you go, Becca?”

She opened her mouth wider, inviting him to find out. His tempo matched the measured strokes of the probe fucking her. She gripped the machine with her inner muscles, loving the rough friction it generated when it forced its way back inside her. Kurt fondled her breasts as he continued to slide his dick in and out of her sucking mouth. First, he brushed his fingers against her nipples with glancing strokes of his fingertips. Then he pinched them with a gentle grip.

He tested her to see what she liked.

“Mmm.” She moaned around him wondering if the green line climbed on the printout behind her. Surprise filtered through her arousal. She hadn’t expected to enjoy pleasuring him this way. The wet sounds of the probe entering her repeatedly mixed with the slurps she made as she swallowed around Kurt’s dick.

“This is amazing. The way you surrender to passion is incredible.” He panted now. “Damn it, Becca, ease up. I won’t be able to stop myself from coming in your mouth.”

At his words, the beeping got higher pitched.

“The probe readings just spiked. You want my hot come on your tongue?” Again, the sounds escalated. His primal shout echoed in the stark room as his cock grew firmer and longer, the ridges gaining definition against her tongue. His revelation must have driven him beyond control.

“Drink it. Every last drop.” He shuddered then growled a moment before the first rush of seed coated the back of her throat. Swallowing instinctively, her own orgasm crashed inside her while the probe continued fucking her with deep, steady plunges.

Flames engulfed her, burning her preconceptions to the ground. Nothing had ever felt this good before. Her muscles shuddered in pulse after pulse of blinding ecstasy. Screaming around his dick, she let the moment carry her away until the probe slowed and, finally, stopped outside her.

In a haze, she felt Kurt withdraw his softening shaft from her mouth despite her continued lapping.

“I’m sorry, baby. That’s all there is for now.” Smiling, he squeezed her hand before moving away. He disengaged the probe then released her bonds. She remained where he had placed her on the table, unable to move. When he returned to her side, he cradled her, dazed and sated, in his arms for a moment before he picked her up. Arms winding around his neck, she snuggled against his firm chest and sighed.

Kurt opened a door on the far wall, opposite where they’d entered, then carried her into the next room.

Familiar with the dark space, he strode through the shadows to lay her on a huge bed in the corner.

“Rest for a while.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead before tugging a downy comforter over her.

Within moments, she slept.

Chapter Five

Rebecca awoke to a faint scratching sound. She blinked several times to clear her eyes while trying to place her surroundings. A buttery yellow glow illuminated the small room while a man bent over the desk opposite the bed, making notes in his journal with a raspy mechanical pencil. Kurt! She couldn’t help but sigh as she remembered the decadence they’d indulged in.

Lying still, hoping he wouldn’t notice she had regained consciousness, she used the opportunity to study him. He’d pulled on a pair of sweat pants but his lab coat had vanished. He must have left it in the laboratory.

With no shirt covering his bronzed skin, the flicker from a few candles he’d lit highlighted the broad expanse of his well-muscled back. She wanted to run her hands down the furrow of his spine.

When she shifted to relieve the pressure between her thighs, she must have made some small noise.

Setting aside his notes, Kurt turned. His smile expanded when he realized she was awake. “How do you feel?”

“Mmm, good.” She blushed a little at the way her voice sounded husky from the mix of satisfaction and sleep. Gathering the blanket around her, she sat up, dangling her feet off the edge of the oversized bed. This must be his personal study, a place for him to crash after working long hours on involved research projects. He had a reputation for burning the midnight oil when motivated.

She had often wondered what compelled him. What was he searching for?

Plenty of women called him at the office hoping to occupy his free time but none of them could distract him from work for long. It didn’t make sense to her. The man had to care for something other than the pursuit of science.

She noticed a small bathroom including a shower off to the side. In addition to the bed and utilitarian desk, a dorm fridge and a television occupied most of the remaining space. The room should have been cramped. The king-sized bed hogged one whole wall. But, instead, a cozy atmosphere permeated the room.

Kurt crossed to the bed. The mattress dipped when he settled beside her. The motion forced her to brush against his side as he stroked errant curls off her face. She soaked in the intimacy of the moment even though she knew it contained no romantic significance for him. His renowned expertise as a lover was only exceeded by his reputation for never involving his heart in his affairs.

“You’re all I could have hoped for.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” Her pulse hammered until she looked away, afraid he might discern her desperate wish for his words to be personal instead of professional. Suddenly, she sat altogether too close to him. Unsure of how to proceed, she began to fidget. Should she get up and leave? Where were her clothes?

Sensing her awkward restlessness, he asked, “Would you like to take a shower? I left your things in the bathroom.”

Rebecca nodded then rose, taking the comforter with her to shield her body from view. When she shut herself inside the compact, tiled restroom, leaning against the door, she wondered what she’d gotten herself into.

What cost would this experience come at?

She rushed through a shower then threw on her clothes, driven by the urge to escape any possible emotional pitfalls. As she reentered Kurt’s study, her mind hoped he’d be gone already while her heart yearned for him to be waiting, to provide reassurance their professional relationship remained intact.

He looked up from his notes, re-dressed in the clothes he’d worn earlier.

Damn.
So much for getting away while he changed. He must have guessed she would bolt but didn’t intend to give her the chance. His muscled body infringed on her personal space when he stood, placed his hand in the small of her back then escorted her into the hallway through yet another door.

Rebecca thanked every divine presence she could conjure when they avoided the laboratory. She couldn’t stand the reminder of what they’d experienced together while pretending it didn’t affect her outside of the experiment. She assumed he would show her to the door but, as he handed over her purse, she realized he also prepared to leave. How long had she slept?

“I’m sorry if I kept you later than you intended, Dr. Foster.”

“Out here it’s Kurt, remember?” Opening the front door, he ushered her onto the sidewalk and locked up the office. A beautiful night, warm and cloudless, allowed a handful of the brightest stars to shine through the haze created by the city lights.

“Wow, I must have been out for a while.” She spoke to herself yet he heard.

“I would have stayed with you all night but, I have to confess, I’m craving a nice dinner out.” As if on cue, his stomach rumbled. She couldn’t stifle a giggle as he rubbed a hand over his ripped abdomen.

Since when did she giggle? Then again, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so relaxed.

“Have dinner with me. I know you work late after classes but it’s past even your dedicated hours. I should’ve gotten you up earlier but I got into my observations and you appeared to be sleeping well.” Kurt reached out to brush his thumbs under her eyes, tracing the pronounced shadows, more visible after having washed off her concealing makeup.

Somehow, the tender, innocent contact riled her senses. Odd considering the intensity of their earlier session but he’d never touched her in all their years working together. Her resistance melted, becoming malleable to his suggestions.

“You don’t rest enough, Becca. Always working so hard. Don’t you think it’s time to loosen up a little?”

Without waiting for her answer, he maneuvered her to his car. He had to know she’d walked to the clinic as usual. Opening the door of his sleek black sports car, he tucked her into the passenger seat before joining her.

“Really, Dr. Foster, I should be getting home.” The weak protest was automatic.

He made a soft sound of warning that reminded her of a growl. “Kurt. It’s Kurt now and I don’t want to let you go. Stop trying to back away from me, from what we did today. I won’t let go.” He appealed to her sense of responsibility, the reference to her
paid
participation in the study a sure tactic to keep her there. She couldn’t tell if he did it intentionally but she figured he did. He didn’t seem ashamed, though, just determined. Then again, the experiment could be the breakthrough of his life work. He wouldn’t want to lose any progress they’d made.

“I’d like to talk about what happened. I’m guessing our session might have been overwhelming for you. I don’t think you should be alone yet. Besides, you’re done with all your courses now. You should have some fun for a change.”

“You’re not going to give up until I go with you, right?” She sighed, snuggling deeper into the supple leather seat, too exhausted to maintain their usual stiff formality when it seemed so pointless. A few short hours ago she’d taken his cock in her mouth.

She wanted to spend time with him but hated the idea of an evening filled with extended case discussion.

Or worse, introspective analysis of her earlier reactions. He was right about one thing. She needed to relax, not prolong her work for the night. She wished for one bright second he sought her company for more personal reasons.

“No, I won’t give up,” he affirmed.

Rebecca couldn’t deny she’d aroused him during the experiment, but what healthy man wouldn’t get horny watching a naked woman orgasm in front of him? It wasn’t that she thought herself unattractive but she had nothing in common with the flashy, sophisticated women Kurt dated. Therefore, the only reason he could have for requesting her company involved the experiment. As much as she wanted to, she would never shirk her duty.

“All right, then. I could go for some food.” A hot meal from a restaurant without a drive-through window
did
sound amazing. This afternoon’s adventure had sapped her energy. She’d been too nervous to eat beforehand.

Two of the most violent climaxes of her life, the rare luxury of a long afternoon nap, and the struggle with her emotions left her boneless and out of place. The day had altered her reality because, without a doubt, she could never return to such disinterest in sex with her newfound awareness of how magnificent it could be.

Hell, she hadn’t even had sex with Kurt. Technically. Still, it was by far the most important encounter of her life. On the down side, she faced the daunting task of seeking employment elsewhere when the experiment wrapped up.

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