OrgasmUniversity

by Jennifer Kacey

  “Or two.”

  The table shimmied, as if he’d set something on it.

  “Two?” she squeaked. “I know you’re talented, but there’s no way you can talk me through that. I’ve had a grand total of one orgasm. Granted, with you, but you also had to break out the heavy equipment to get that to happen. I can’t get my hands on my clit, and you can’t do it for me and run the machine too. Unless you’ve got an assistant hidden in your pocket or a third arm you’re real good at hiding, this isn’t going to work.”

  Instead of refuting her, he asked, “Are you warm enough now?”

  “I’m a bit…uhh…warm, actually.”

  “Good.” He stripped off the blanket with a whoosh. She sucked in a deep breath, holding it until she felt lightheaded. “The equipment I’ve used on you…nothing compared to what you’re about to take.”

  The squeak and snap of him putting on gloves made her vibrate inside.

  She knew he was going to touch her at some point but still eeked when his gloved hand spread lubrication along her slit. She whimpered in delight when he filled her with at least two fingers.

  “Somebody’s aroused. You’re all but swallowing my hand. Sucking it back in. I can’t fucking wait to see what’s inside your head.”

  Not many men who said that could actually follow through and achieve it.

  You are, she almost told him, but what she wanted to say quickly burnt up as he kicked her arousal into overdrive. He added another finger to her slick pussy, swiping her clit with his gloved hand. She wanted to feel his hand, skin to skin, his warmth, chastising herself even before the fantasy was fully formed in her head.

  Straining against her bonds only made her feel sexier. He spread more lube inside her core before withdrawing.

  “But…oh God.”

  A well-lubed finger rubbed against the pucker of her ass. He circled it, pushing against it, almost breaching her backside, but he never did.

  “Delicious, isn’t it? I told you anal could be enjoyable, especially when someone knows what they’re doing.”

  “Please…” she begged. One of his slick digits slid inside her ass as if it was made to be there.

  “And I definitely know what I’m doing.”

  There wasn’t any pain, no fear of what he did to her. His finger slid out and back in. The squirt of a squeeze bottle even sounded sexy as he added more lube, spreading it inside her rear as he fucked her with his finger.

  “I knew you’d love anal. Now let’s get started.”

  Started? If this was only prep, she was going to spontaneously combust before the real sex began.

  Something slightly colder than his fingers touched the opening of her needy sex.

  He pushed it inside a little ways, then something else thinner breached her ass. It couldn’t have been any thicker than his finger was, but it seemed bigger because her pussy was being filled at the same time.

  “Fuck me…” she cursed when she realized he shafted her with a double dildo of some kind.

  Both penetrated her a bit more on each subsequent thrust until the one in her pussy touched her cervix, and the smaller one in her rear flared her asshole open. The tiniest bit of pain might have been there, but to her it was nothing but pleasure.

  A quiet motor started up, but she didn’t care where it came from because the toy started fucking her steadily, deeply.

  “It’s a fucking machine of my own design. I’ve modified it to fit on the frame and table of the MRI machine. It’s going to fuck you while I run the test. And no worries, you won’t get bored. I’ve got a remote control.”

  He turned on vibration, switched it off, decreased the speed and sped it back up, increasing the depth of penetration until she moaned, trying to twitch on each thrust.

  She truly understood why her head was strapped in, along with the rest of her. Her pelvis couldn’t even rock with each thrust. She would have to take anything he decided to do to her, and that was the biggest turn-on she’d ever experienced. She’d never be able to stay still.

  Out of nowhere he ordered, “When you come, Jane, you have to ask for permission.”

  She nodded, or at least she tried to, but didn’t say anything.

  “Say, ‘yes Sir’, if you understand.”

  Her mouth opened on a “Yes Sir” and clenched her fists, flexing her feet beneath the table. The words in that context were foreign but they fell from her lips as if they were made just for her.

  Understanding why she had to ask wasn’t important. Knowing she was almost to the point she needed to ask? That, she cared about.

  The first twinges of release spasmed deep inside.

  “Don’t come yet. Don’t even think about orgasming before I get the machine booted.” He slowed the machine down, making her want to snarl.

  Slower…she could concentrate on every wonderful inch of penetrating pleasure filling her channels. How her muscles separated to make room, trying desperately to hold it in place before it was taken from her again.

  “It’s going to start in five seconds. It’s going to be loud. You won’t be aware of it for long.”

  The machine came to life around her. She tried to care what it was doing, how it spun to take images and create a 3D map of her head or pelvis, but she didn’t care. It didn’t matter at all.

  She cared about nothing but getting off. Coming was her only goal.

  “Do you want to come?”

  “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, unable to form any words longer than one syllable.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes…uh…Sir?”

  “Good girl.” He doubled the speed of the two-headed dildo, turned the vibration on, pushing her into an orgasm faster than she could comprehend.

  “Can I come, Sir? Please Sir. Please, please.”

  “Come, Victoria. Come for me.”

  She knew what a galaxy felt like when it was born. Every cell in her body seemed to contract before exploding, bursting with delight. “Yes,” she whispered, holding the s at the end, letting it slide from between her lips as the toys continued their relentless mission of making her come. They kept her there, suspending her in unequaled bliss for what seemed like an eternity.

  Her nipples tightened, her pussy and ass contracted every few seconds, and the toys didn’t care. They didn’t slow, didn’t stop. They kept fucking her, holding her in an orgasmic state that was probably illegal in several countries.

  If she hadn’t been strapped down she would have simply floated up, up and away. It wasn’t pleasure. That word didn’t do it justice.

  Aftershocks of blissful sensation skated up her spine, sending delight straight to her brain then back down to every inch of her.

  Her eyes popped open behind the blindfold. The rhythm of the dildos changed.

  One in, the other out, that one in, the other out. Each taking a turn shafting her, until another orgasm barreled toward her in the dark.

  “Again, Victoria. Come for me again.”

  How could she be ready to come again? It made no sense to her brain, but it was mush anyways. And it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but doing what he told her to.

  Dr. Hottie did something to the fucking machine because it fucked her deeper. The one in her pussy bottomed out, pushing against her womb, then the second one stretched her ass on the alternate stroke. When the one in her sex pushed in again something that must have been attached to the toy touched her clit, vibrating so strongly that was all she needed.

  “Please Sir. I can’t stop it! Can I come? Please let me come.”

  “Come, beautiful. Let me hear you. I want it.” It sounded almost like, because that’s all I can have, but her ears stopped functioning properly. Nothing would ever be the same.

  Every inch of her ignited into one—giant—orgasm.

  Her thigh muscles contracted, straining against the cuffs, her ankles almost touched the machine beneath the table to give her some leverage, but she wasn’t close enough.

  She didn�
�t whimper or moan.

  She screamed for him, chanting his name, and her thanks, fighting the strap across her forehead to whip her head from side to side, but she couldn’t move. That reminder made her squeal, crying out with the perfection of…him.

  He knew what she needed. She didn’t have to think of what came next. There wasn’t anything she had to maneuver or ask for. There wasn’t anything she had to do but feel.

  With him, she didn’t feel broken.

  Tears poured from beneath the mask she wore. Happy tears she released, cleansing her clear through to her soul.

  Minutes, days or weeks later the toys finally stopped moving. She moaned when he removed them from her still spasming body. He moved the fucking machine, then unhooked her ankles from each other, slowly raising her legs one at a time to lay them on the table again.

  He did everything, because she was unable to even think past the pleasure swamping her body. It was exquisite, how he made her feel. With him all things seemed possible.

  “Thank you,” was all she could think to say to him. It came out a whisper and she knew he wouldn’t be able to hear her. She licked her lips, trying to remember how to speak. “Thank you, Sir.”

  He paused undoing the straps around her thighs. He removed the ear buds from her ears, brushing a piece of hair from her cheek.

  “My pleasure. You really are a good girl. Don’t forget it.”

  She smiled, sighing in her blissful state of completion.

  He undid all the straps, rubbing her skin even though the padding made it so she wasn’t sore. She kept that to herself, in case he decided to stop touching her.

  “Keep your eyes closed.” He removed the blindfold, sliding it out from beneath her head.

  She felt him next to her, almost like he surrounded her with heat, with passion.

  Her eyelids fluttered when she tried to open them, and it took her a few seconds to focus.

  There he was. His elegant brow, high cheekbones and beautiful cupid-bow lips staring down at her directly above so he blocked most of the light.

  “So, did you get what you needed?” she asked.

  His smirk said it all. “Almost.” With that he scooped her up into his arms, and she snuggled into his strong embrace. He sat on a couch off to one side she hadn’t noticed before, holding her on his lap. Somehow he’d snagged the long-ago-discarded blanket, and wrapped it around her.

  He held her close, rubbing her arm and thigh where his palms rested possessively.

  Slowly, she realized she sat on something long and thick. His cock was within reach, literally two thin layers of fabric away. She sat up, holding on to one of his shoulders to help get her upright, and he helped as well.

  She didn’t know what to say, how to broach her attraction to him, to what she thought she could glimpse in his face as he stared back at her. She brushed hair off his forehead, fingering his dark locks before opening her mouth to speak.

  “I’d like to—”

  “Jane, it’s late. As in way past your bedtime. I’m sure you need to go. Can you get dressed all right while I get everything closed down?”

  Jane. So it was like that was it? At least he’d spared her gushing over him. She was being stupid. This wasn’t anything to him.

  “No, I mean yes.” She slid off his lap, taking the blanket with her. The couch must have been on fire, for how fast he got off it. “You do what you need to. I’ll get ready to go and be out of your hair in less than five minutes.”

  She stood, teetering a bit, but she made it over to where she’d laid her clothes and shoes. After grabbing them, she looked around the room. “Bathroom?” Being naked in front of him again, even for the few seconds it would take her to get dressed, made her feel sad, since it wasn’t the same for him.

  “Through that door there.” He pointed across the room to one of the closed doors then went back to whatever he was doing with the restraints on the table. Removing them, she thought, but didn’t stick around to see.

  The bathroom was small but lovely. As soon as she locked the door her eyes filled with tears, but she dashed them away, refusing to look in the mirror at herself as she pulled her clothes on.

  All of a sudden, she didn’t want to see what she looked like. Slight strap marks crisscrossed her flesh. They were probably on her throat and across her forehead too. But she didn’t want to look at herself. Seeing part of who she was, and part of who she loved being for him. It scared her.

  She was ready quickly, and left the bathroom holding the folded blanket over her arm.

  He was waiting for her and had removed his doctor coat again, but the easygoing guy she’d had dinner with not that long ago was gone.

  Things didn’t have to be awkward so she asked a question to fill the silence as they left the MRI room. “How is the MRI still able to see what it needs to with the restraints in the tube, not to mention the uhh…other machine. Doesn’t the metal negatively affect the scan?”

  “It’s all plastic actually.” He turned off lights as they went, creating a romantic feel to her departure. “Everything was custom-made so it wouldn’t be picked up by the imager.”

  “You thought of everything didn’t you?” She thought she felt him looking at her, but he was watching straight ahead when she stole a glance his way.

  “Almost.”

  As he walked her out, he shocked her by saying, “You aren’t broken. Nor frigid or anything of the sort. You’re submissive.”

  She stopped in the middle of the darkened hall to stare at him, cocking an eyebrow, trying to find something to say to that. “No, I’m not. I’m pushy, like getting my way. I’m sure as hell not one to let people walk all over me.”

  “I didn’t say you were a doormat. I said you were submissive, there’s a big difference. I’d already suspected it from your initial answers and how you responded that first day.”

  She couldn’t argue anything he said, but didn’t know how to reconcile what he said with what she grew up thinking.

  “So, all of it was an act? You being pushy, demanding, telling me I had to ask to… Everything you said and did was just part of the experiment?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  He didn’t continue, didn’t explain further, and she didn’t know what to say.

  “I’ll have all of the test results back and compiled within a week. I’ll have the receptionist call to set up your last appointment.”

  “My last appointment, but…really? That will be it. We’ll be through.”

  “Your time in the study will be over. I’m almost positive what the results will show and we’ll go over them before you’re dismissed.”

  He walked her to the front door, unlocking it for her and holding it open. Just like he had when she’d arrived. But now he acted rushed and casual.

  “Do you need me to walk you to your car across campus?”

  She wasn’t in any shape to drive, she’d just go back to her office and sleep on her couch. Thank the lucky stars it was late, and minimal people would see her pseudo walk of shame. And she was ecstatic for the bathroom attached to her office and the extra change of clothes she always kept there for emergencies. She’d never had to use them before. “I’ll be fine.”

  “Thanks for your time tonight, Jane. See you next week.”

  The need for anonymity was clear, but that didn’t stop her from grinding her teeth at the repeated use of her fake name. He probably called every girl in the study that. She really was normally a pretty good judge of a situation, but with him she was completely in over her head.

  With nothing more than a head nod she cleared the threshold, and he locked the door behind her.

  Her body couldn’t decide if it needed a nap, a good cry, a fit of giggles or maybe a 10K run. It kept waffling back and forth between those extremes. By the time she got to her office and unlocked the door, any remaining ability for her to stay vertical disappeared.

  She didn’t even bother switching on the light. She locked her door, set
her things down on her desk, took off her shoes for the last time and crawled on the couch into as tiny a ball she could scrunch herself into.

  Sleep didn’t wait long to claim her. It dragged her under as she stupidly wished she had more time with Dr. Hottie, and under very different circumstances.

  Chapter Seven

  Their last time together.

  Tremors ran up her spine, revealing how nervous she was to see him.

  It had been a week since her MRI, and his bomb-dropping revelation that she was a submissive.

  She’d wanted to blow him off, and his odd theory, but of course she couldn’t do that. All week, every free minute, she’d researched online for information.

  Most of the images she’d found were porn, porn and more porn. It was sexy but wasn’t very helpful. The blogs were insightful but really only answered her questions enough to create more. Her mind was awash with the unknown and fear of it.

  Each night since they’d been apart she’d masturbated. Trying to reach the same plateau Dr. Hottie seemed to get her to easily.

  If it wasn’t repeatable by herself she couldn’t fathom leading some other guy in the right direction to unearth it.

  She removed her clothes, knowing he’d want her naked as soon as he came inside the room. More than that, she didn’t want anything between her and what he wanted to do. If this was the last time, she wanted all the pleasure she could hold. If this was the last time she’d ever orgasm…

  She shook her head, trying to clear the pessimism.

  She locked her things inside the cubby hole in the cabinet and rose. The door swung open, and there he stood, filling the room with much more than just his presence.

  He took in her state of undress and smiled. It was all teeth.

  “Well, Ms. Smith. Eager to get started?”

  “No…well, yes but…”

  The eyebrow went up and stayed there.

  “Yes Sir.”

  His approving smirk warmed her insides even though she tried not to care. “Trust is a hard commodity in your world, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, apparently so.”

  “On the table, Jane. On your back. I’ve got a few last things I’d like to test before I dismiss you from the program. You’ll notice the chair’s been modified per my instructions.”