“It sounds like you did great on your first day. Do you have any questions for me or would you like to schedule your next appointment? Oh, and don’t forget the video camera.” The nurse plucked the camera off the chair where Victoria had left it and handed it to her.
Several phrases flashed through her mind while she stared at the camera.
I’ll be back when pigs fly.
The nice doctor can take a giant leap off a bridge.
She settled on, “I’m free on Thursday.”
What.
The.
Fuck…
Chapter Four
A couple days passed by before it was the night of her next appointment. She’d been busy, swamped with work and dinners with friends. In the back of her mind she knew she was putting off her homework assignment.
She’d already taken a shower, taking extra time to wipe the condensation from the bathroom mirror. Yes, she was procrastinating. It wasn’t something she normally did, but it was going to take more than a simple “Atta-boy!” to convince her to spread her legs. Doing it on camera—knowing full-well someone else, or maybe even several someone elses, were going to watch?
Head.
Desk.
Picturing people with score cards in front of a monitor didn’t really help her get in the mood.
She flipped open the viewing screen on the camera where it sat on the dresser. It’d been there for two nights and two days. The possibility that the battery had run down filled her chest with hope.
Eighty-seven percent battery life.
Great.
The screen showed the bed and not much else.
It reminded her of the center ring in a circus.
She switched off the overhead light and turned on a lamp sitting on a night stand next to her bed.
Searching her room for anything else to do made her feel like a coward. She just needed to rip off the proverbial Band-Aid and get the video made. He’d said she didn’t have to come, so she tried to calm down.
She pushed the record button, waited for the red light to come on. Haltingly she crawled onto the bed, about as turned on as a burned-out light bulb. There was no way she was going to have her first orgasm like this. Since that conclusion was out maybe she should just prove to him that videoing wasn’t the right thing to ask someone like her to do?
Settling on the bed, she positioned her body, with her knees bent at an angle to the camera so it could only see the silhouette of her body as her side-light backlit her. She hoped she wasn’t going to make a fool of herself. All the other subjects in his study probably knew what to do—bet they looked beautiful. Porn stars in the making.
Her? More like Masturbation For Dummies, Getting Off 101, How Not To Do It.
She took a deep breath to halt the negative “poor-me”s piling up in her mental queue. For once, she decided to grow a pair and try to enjoy herself. At least she’d get to scrub the video from her mental to-do list.
It took all her concentration to relax her fists. She focused on the ceiling for a few minutes, then closed her eyes, picturing Dr. Hottie crowding her beside the bed with his one eyebrow raised, waiting—
No time like the present…
She trailed the tips of her fingernails over her hip bones and along her abdomen, tracing her ribs. Her breasts overfilled her hands as she cupped them, thumbing her nipples. A moan tumbled into the private space, changing it into more of a porn shoot than she expected she could achieve.
She couldn’t help but smile as she plucked at her sensitive nipples.
“How would you do it, Dr. Hottie?” she whispered it quiet enough that the camera wouldn’t pick it up. It struck her again he was really going to watch her while she tried to get off.
Research. She was doing this for research. The need to do a good job for him was there, but her fear of not achieving orgasm dampened her enthusiasm.
Maybe she should have bought some latex gloves, making the fantasy a bit more real.
She traced her lips and licked two fingers, sliding her tongue between them as she’d like to do to the underside of his cock. “I bet you’re thick and I hope you’re as hard as I want you to be.” The words slithered around her, wrapping her in heated anticipation.
Her feet wouldn’t stay still on the mattress, nor would her hips, which pumped in time to a phantom lover she wished were really there.
She traced the lips of her sex and her mouth opened on a pant.
Moisture coated her pussy as if she’d had hours of foreplay instead of just minutes. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d been so wet. Possibly on her appointment earlier in the week but she didn’t want to read too much into that either. It was more than likely just a fluke.
What was it going to be like when he really did touch her? When he purposefully set out to make her come?
Her fingers found their way to her slick opening. It didn’t take any more prep than that. She slid one inside, sighing at the feel of penetration, no matter how slight.
Squeezing her breast made her pump her slick digit inside her clenching channel. She added another finger, stretching her intimate flesh. The burn was something she shied away from in the past, but now?
It was something she might become addicted to if she weren’t careful.
Her hips rose and fell with the sinuous rhythm of sex filling the air all around her.
She brushed her thumb across her clit and her body torqued on the bed. A delicious pressure built in her pelvis, spiraling higher and higher, leading toward the clouds.
Her clit became a hard little knot and she stroked it like she thought Dr. Hottie would. With urgency, purpose, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Neither from her lips nor from her body.
He would hear the lie and correct it. “Yes, Doctor,” she would answer him. She bit her lip, curling her toes, squeezing her nipple tighter until it actually hurt.
Adrenaline spiked through her system and she panicked. Good girls didn’t like pain. Ladies didn’t want anything kinky, like their doctor examining them, having sex with them, dominating them.
Her rhythm faltered and the delicious tension evaporated into the room, quickly morphing into frustration.
Her fingers didn’t want to give up. After a couple of minutes it reminded her of CPR though. Compress, compress, compress, and breathe.
The balloon filled with her expectations slowly wheezed out into the room. Completely deflated, her limbs sagged onto the bed.
Her bottom lip pouted like she was going to cry. Anger made an appearance, scaring the tears away.
She stomped to the bathroom to wash her hands then stalked over to the video camera, pushing buttons haphazardly until the “Record” light went off.
Flipping off the side-light, she flopped down on the mattress. She sucked in an angry breath, fisting one of her hands until her nails dug into her palm. Her arm exploded into action, punching the pillow, and she mumbled the whole time.
“This never works.”
Pha-womp—
“Stupid assignments.”
Pha-womp, pha-womp—
“How pathetic…fucking broken.”
The last one made her arm pause in mid-flight, falling limp to the mattress. Tears filled her eyes, spilling over before she could convince herself to stop. She wiped them away.
“I want to be like everybody else. I want to come. I just don’t know how.”
“Please…” wisped out as she tucked her hand below her chin and fell asleep.
She dreamed of her orgasms stuck in little glass jars sitting on a shelf. They were there. She could see them. Get excited they were so close, but she couldn’t get to them.
Fucking lids were glued on.
She begged in her sleep for help, willing to trade anything to feel normal. No one was there to hear her.
She was utterly and completely alone.
Chapter Five
The next day, one of the ladies in Dr. Hottie’s office escorted her back into the same room sh
e’d been in with him before.
Victoria had turned in the video camera, nearly a half an hour ago when she arrived. She’d almost replaced the SD card, claiming it was too complicated or broken. Anything to try to hide the fact it was her faulty parts that were broken. But she had promised him her trust, along with her honesty, so she handed it over even though it made her sick to her stomach that he would see her failure.
She couldn’t even make herself watch it. She’d grabbed it as she walked out early that morning to go to work, shoved it in her purse, trying desperately to forget it was there and what was on it. Maybe she should have—
“Dr. Hotlidge will be with you in just a minute. Make yourself comfortable.”
The door closed and she’d barely had time to set her purse down before the door opened again. And there he stood.
Dark wavy hair, broad shoulders and the same crisp white doctor’s coat she saw every time she closed her eyes.
The door slid closed and he never looked away from her.
“Come here, Jane.”
Her feet obeyed, while her head was still fuzzing out over seeing him again.
Over the past days she’d wondered if he was really as attractive as she remembered him.
Upon seeing him again, she knew she’d been wrong.
Way off. She hadn’t remembered him nearly as gorgeous as he truly was.
She stopped in front of him, waiting, wondering why in the hell she did what he said. Or why her pussy was already wet from three little words.
“Lock the door.”
A tiny part of her was a bit afraid. The bigger part of her just wanted to see his eyebrow arch. She smiled when he gave her the look she’d been waiting for.
She sidestepped him, twisting the lock until it snapped into place.
He rotated her until she faced him, caging her in with her back to the door. He eyed her mouth like he was going to kiss her but flipped his gaze up at the last minute.
“I want you naked. I’m going to touch every inch of you today, and see exactly how to make you come so hard you forget your own name. By the time I get gloves on, you’d better be bare and ready for me.”
He gave her his back as he strode to the cabinets holding his supplies. She’d never stripped faster in her entire life.
Tucking her panties inside her skirt, he surprised her with a hand at the nape of her neck. He straightened her spine by pulling on her hair, until her back sat flush against his torso. The tight hold of his gloves tugged on the strands, causing gooseflesh to race down her arms.
“Did you know when I’m doing something you like, I can tell by inhaling the scent at the crook of your neck? Some people have such a keen sense of smell they can detect different levels of pheromones. They’re released, denoting your level of arousal…or fear.”
None of her other lovers had manhandled her. Not even one. They were always gentlemen. Soft lovers. The revelation that she liked it a bit rough flipped her brain into high gear. “Those people have hyperosmia.”
The tip of his nose ran up her neck. “Very good. Your brain is your biggest sex organ. It’s nice to see you’re exercising that one regularly.” The grip on her hair tightened and he slid his latex-covered hand along her ribs, cupping her breast, pinching her nipple until she gasped. Wheezing because it hurt, or panting because she liked it, she didn’t know. “It pleases me that you like a bit of pain. It’s going to make our experiments today quite a treat for both of us.”
What could she say to that? She bit her bottom lip, deciding to remain silent. The warmth in her cheeks probably said quite enough.
By the hold he had on her hair and nipple, he tugged her over to the table. Sooner than she thought possible she was flipped on her back, facing the ceiling.
From somewhere beneath her, he withdrew a small electrical wire that terminated in a clamp. He plucked at her nipple, making it even harder, closing the clamp on the tight tip. She opened her mouth to protest but it wasn’t as tight as she’d expected, and actually felt kind of nice. She followed his movements as he strode around the table, placing a second clamp on her other nipple.
“This set isn’t too tight. The added features more than make up for what they lack in strength.”
“What feature is that?” She lifted the wires experimentally, but without getting off the table she couldn’t see where they terminated. “They look like electrical leads, but you couldn’t possible mean to—oh God.”
Electricity fed into her body through her nipples. Cascading warmth flowed outward into her tits, up her neck, filling her head with pleasure. Arousal spiked in her clit, bringing her back to the night before with her latest failed attempt at masturbating.
As if he could read her mind, he asked, “How did the homework go? Did you have any issues with the video camera?”
Her fingers twitched every few seconds and she couldn’t keep them still. She wanted to stuff them under her ass, but that was too close to where she really wanted them, so she kept them firmly at her sides.
“I tried but it didn’t work out so well. The camera was pretty straight…forward.” It was hard to concentrate when pulses of electricity shot Morse code messages to her pussy to contract. “I was frustrated at the end so I hope I didn’t break it.”
“You didn’t break it.” Metal grinded on metal as he pulled a stirrup out from the end of the table and flipped it up and out, lifting her leg onto it.
“If you know I didn’t break it, then you’ve already watched it, so why did you ask me how the homework went when you already know I failed miserably?” Nerves made her lash out, so lash out she did.
“The way you were positioned on the bed made it impossible for me to see what you were doing. Level of penetration, orifice you were masturbating, wetness saturation and a whole host of other things would have been helpful.” More metal on metal as he extracted and opened the other stirrup. He lifted her other leg, settling it in place, exposing her wet pussy to him. “We’re going to rectify that right now.”
The stimulation on her nipples increased, just shy of the point of pain.
“Your hands won’t be still. You’re pumping your hips but trying to be a lady about it. I don’t need you to be a lady. I don’t need you to be anything but what you are. I need you to stop being so concerned with what others will think, what I will think and I want you to do what feels good.”
“In front of you?”
“Yes.”
He sat on a short stool, wheeling it between her legs with a notepad and a pen.
She looked over her naked mound to stare him down. “There’s no way this is going to work.”
“Pessimism surely isn’t going to get you there.”
She had nothing to say to that. She clenched her pelvic muscles together when he increased the electrical current traveling to her nipples, making her groan. Please almost came out, so she clenched her teeth together. Begging wasn’t going to happen.
“Cup your breasts.”
She thought about it, rationally. This was what she was there for. What his research was about. She’d signed up to help him with his grant and in turn hopefully figure out what was wrong with her. She shook her head, fighting within herself, and slowly cupped the mounds of her tits, thumbing the sides, which were more sensitive than she remembered them.
He increased the current again, making her moan. She squeezed her breasts and thumbed her nipples between the clamps, rocking her pelvis. She needed something on her clit, wanted something to fill her pussy too. She wanted to come so desperately she’d do anything.
Including masturbate in front of a Greek god in a lab coat as he took notes.
Moisture seeped from her pussy, sliding down her slit and over the tiny pucker of her ass. Her muscles clenched when he stared at it, scribbling something on his notepad.
Unable to resist, she trailed a hand over her ribs, down her stomach to the top of her mound, cupping her sex. The pressure alone was delicious.
She rolled h
er clit beneath her fingers, gathering moisture from her weeping sex so her fingertips could slide over the rich bundle of nerves.
Sensation traveled from her nipples to her pussy. She was so horny but touching her clit wasn’t enough.
She rubbed her slit, dipping inside her wet cunt, her legs straining against the cold metal of the stirrups. They cut into her calves where she pressed into them and she had to admit the pain added something to it she’d never expected. Her hand came away soaked and she rubbed her clit in tight little circles. Harder and harder, riding the spiral of delicious tension until she sat atop the highest mountain, but nothing she did threw her over onto the other side. She just couldn’t get there.
Dr. Hottie mused, “You’re right there, Jane. Relax and let it happen.”
“Please,” she whispered, unable to verbalize anything else.
“Don’t stop playing with that pretty pussy.” He tossed his clipboard on the counter, then attached thick metal rods next to her hips at the edge of the table. Each had pivoting arms at the top with clamps on the end.
It confused her momentarily, but then he positioned one across her hip. He stretched the lip of her pussy open, clamping it tightly in place. He repeated the same thing on the other side, attaching a rod between the two metal arms to spread her pussy lips wide. Stretching her sex, exposing her clit.
“Keep your hand beneath the bar just like you have it, and play with your clit.”
He gathered her wetness and filled her empty pussy with his amazing fingers.
An orgasm flashed through her so fast she couldn’t prepare for it. She gripped the edge of the table with her other hand, gritting her teeth.
“Come for me. You earned it.”
She gasped, “Oh my Gawd.” Her pussy clamped onto his fingers. Her back arched, her fingers digging into the vinyl table, the paper crinkled beneath her, and she knew she’d never hear that sound again without getting wet. She strummed her clit beneath the bar until her coordination failed her. He rubbed it for her, brushing against her fingers since she couldn’t even pull them free. All she could do was moan and twitch, orgasming for the first time, for him.
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