“Yes. Mason says he has called for you.”
Nicholas rested his head against the headboard and stared up at the ceiling. “Christ!” he hissed. “I can never forgive him. What he did to Mother is abhorrent.”
“You don’t have to forgive him. But I think you should go see him.”
Nicholas slid down to burrow under the covers. “I’ll think about it.”
“Nicky…” she hectored.
“Just when I was finally getting settled.” He sighed. “I really like my work.”
“You really like Helena.”
“I do,” he said with resignation. He hit his fist against the sheets. “Bloody hell! It will be like making peace with the devil himself.”
“She’s worth it. You know that.”
He exhaled long and hard. “She most certainly is.”
* * * * *
Julius watched the glow of the frosted-glass shade gently pulse as the flame danced inside the oil lamp. He really should be dancing too. He had just been vindicated. Grace had just proved his theory. Well, rather she had just disproved all of medical science.
Woman did not need man for sexual satisfaction.
It was contradictory to what he had come to know with his new lover. Sophia was a startling example of how a woman needed a man for fulfillment, at times to the point of desperation. Yet Grace demonstrated that a woman did not necessarily need a man.
Or even a dozen men.
The revelation made him elated and disappointed all at once.
Grace had gone to bed long ago, utterly satiated. His office was deserted, yet the stench of sex still permeated the cool air. The stench of men, working-class men.
The experiment had necessitated quite a bit of organization beforehand. No disturbance could be tolerated, so the timing had to be perfect. That meant it had to be done well after Mrs. Jennings had gone to bed. It also meant Julius had to inquire as to Ramsay’s social habits, subtly of course, but still he had to endure awkward friendly chitchat about which nights the handsome young doctor was attending balls and such. Julius just hoped he had not raised any suspicions.
He needed time to set up the office precisely for this particular experiment. A row of chairs to line one wall, screened off from the rest of the office. The examination table was to be next to the door to allow quick exit but shielded by another screen so anyone who entered would not see what was going on.
In the course of his experiments, Grace had proved to be quite a sexual dynamo, seemingly able to achieve orgasms without end during coitus, certainly never achieving a final climax. Yet he could not know for sure, as he himself spent far too quickly in the midst of her orgiastic frenzies. For proper scientific analysis he needed to discover the point at which her coital pleasure did indeed end. Her clitoral orgasms had finality, and an amazing display of wanton flailing it was, especially with the vibrating machine. But coitus, an act only undertaken with the male sex, did not seem to bring on an equally definitive satisfaction. Julius was determined to explore this tangent of inquiry, and for that, he needed more than one man. He settled on the nice round number of one dozen.
They were each one of them hand-picked by him, each about twenty-two years of age, each in wonderful physical condition, each of normal intelligence, each fairly good-looking. Simply put, Julius had gathered twelve men so similar as to act as one man, one man with a sexual stamina of heroic proportions.
He had asked the men to arrive at the office at staggered times. They were paid up front, then ordered to put on a blindfold before entering the office and forbidden to speak to each other. They were each given a number and forced to memorize it. Only one of the original dozen failed to show. After the remaining men were settled, Julius gave the command for them to begin frigging themselves, slowly, enough to bring on the required stiffness.
Grace lay on the examination table stripped from the waist down, her feet in the stirrups, the room dark with only enough light for Julius to make notes. The electro-mechanical vibration machine sat on the floor at the ready, just in case he felt he needed to use it. But he wanted to put that off for as long as possible. She would get her reward somehow. Grace was so very amenable, charmingly so, at times eliciting a little flutter of proud satisfaction in his heart.
He placed his hand between her legs to prepare her, studying her face as he did so. She had certain movements, certain expressions that betrayed when she was approaching a state of lubriciousness, and it was to observe these reactions—as a scientist, he told himself—that he watched her. She moaned and squirmed under his ministrations, then licked her lips and smiled up at him sweetly—almost innocently. He drew his fingers through her wetness, noting to himself that she was ready for his experiment, tamping down an annoying touch of protectiveness that welled within.
She would be fine. He had personally interviewed each of the men. She had nothing to worry about. And neither did he.
“Number one,” Julius called out to the men waiting behind the screen. Once called, each man could take off his blindfold. The first one came stumbling nervously to the table, his cock fully engorged, its outline visible under his half-buttoned trousers.
“Come to the table. Drop your trousers and your drawers. Lift your shirt.”
The young man did as commanded, his impressive cock jutting out eagerly at full stand.
Julius grabbed the man’s prick and rubbed oil up and down the shaft until it was smooth and slick. Quite unexpectedly, the doctor felt his own cock stir.
“You may penetrate her now.”
The young man looked at him with astonishment. “You really mean that, sir?”
“Yes. But be quiet. No more talking. Just copulate with the girl until you are finished.”
Julius watched as the man’s considerable cock entered Grace, feeling his own erection bedevil him at the sight. In a minute, the young man was up to speed, slamming inside her, his hands gripping her hips. Grace was already in ecstasy, mewling encouragements and blasphemies, as she did when Julius experimented with her.
The experience proved too much for the young man. He spent far more quickly than Julius would have wanted.
“Out. Take your clothes and exit through that door. Dress in the hall.”
The young man staggered out.
“Number two!”
But he was taking too long. Grace should not be without some sort of stimulation or the experiment would not work. Julius turned on the vibrating machine and pressed the wand to her.
“Yes, yes, please, doctor,” she moaned.
The second man came in, eyes wide in amazement.
“Trousers, drawers—off!” Julius hadn’t counted on the decidedly unscientific attitude of the male subjects. He removed the vibrator. “Fuck her.”
The young man did so with alacrity and with a fair measure of skill. He worked in concert with Grace, moving in and out slowly or briskly depending on the girl’s reaction. Julius knew she was reciprocating her lover’s playfulness with her own physical dexterity. From her moans and wiggles, she was enjoying the act a great deal. And from the young man’s earnest expression and surprised laughter, he was enjoying his part as well.
His vigorous endurance was a marvel to behold. Julius’ pencil remained poised over his medical notebook as he watched the scene with astonishment and admiration.
After a spell, the young man picked up his pace.
“Yes, yes,” Grace encouraged. “Spend in me. Go on. Oh yes, please.”
Julius’ cock was aching to be inside the girl. He gave it a quick squeeze and shifted on his feet.
The young man let out a long grunting howl as he arched his back. Unbelievably, he continued to plow into Grace as if he had not spent at all.
Grace was beside herself with pleasure.
“Number three!” Julius figured he better have the next man ready. He no longer cared if the men saw each other.
Number two pulled out finally, groaning his satisfaction.
“Out!”
Julius commanded.
Number three was apparently intelligent enough to prepare himself as soon as he saw the incredible scene before him. He was embedded inside Grace instantly.
It was clearly the only way to continue with the experiment. Julius called out for the next man as soon as he could determine when the active man was going to spend. By man number five, Julius had deemed himself an expert in the variety of the course of male sexual response.
And by man number eight, Julius knew that Grace was an unconquerable subject as far as penetration by the male. She still writhed and wiggled, moaned and sighed. With the tenth man, she was still having orgasms.
After the eleventh man, there would be no more. Would she finally break with an even dozen?
His prick reminded him of his own desire. He could be the twelfth in the name of science.
Number eleven built himself to a frenzy slamming inside Grace, who only encouraged his efforts. A minute later, he gasped sharply, his body frozen as he emptied his seed in her.
“Out!” Julius growled impatiently.
Suddenly the room was quiet and still. Doctor and subject were alone. And Grace was still unsatisfied.
She looked up at him, pleadingly. “Julius, please. I want you.”
Her urgency propelled him to undress without thinking. But then he looked down between her legs. The milky emissions of eleven men dripped out slowly, causing his stomach to churn briefly before his cock reminded him he was the last man. He could better them all. With him she would spend gloriously.
He entered her, her muscles embracing him in warm welcome. He pulled out slowly, savoring every sensation.
“Yes, that’s right. Let me pleasure you.” Her tenderness was excessively stimulating.
He hadn’t realized until that moment how much he wanted her, how much he needed her. As he moved in and out, he forgot all about her desires, her reactions, her culmination. All that mattered was his own.
And Grace, the little devil that she was, was happy to give him whatever he wanted.
She gripped him with unflagging carnality, bringing herself once again to frenzied squeals of orgiastic delight, joyous sounds growing louder, louder than they had been with any of the other men, building to an ultimate peak. Julius was determined to get her there, determined to hang on as long as possible.
Luckily, a man possessed of maturity did not spend as quickly as youth.
But Julius had forgotten, in the midst of his own desire, that he had just watched the girl being pleasured for the last hour. His cock was ready even if his head—and his experiment—was not.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I want you, Julius. I’m the only woman for you. Spend inside me. Make me yours.”
He slammed into her, feeling her encouraging response, hearing her wails, then slammed into her once again. She pulsated around him, still not slaked, still strong, still squirming.
He wanted to feel more. He wanted to feel the end.
He knew he could only feel it if he pleasured the one spot that had nothing to do with the male.
He was defeated.
His cock did not give a whit about science. And, at that moment, neither did his head.
He grabbed for the vibrator and turned it on, pressing the wand against Grace. She screamed, thrusting her hips into the device, wanting more.
“Yes!”
She gripped him like she had never gripped him before, tightly, continuously, her clenching strength almost painful, threatening to stop his own climax before it happened.
And then she let out a roar.
He pressed the vibrator harder against her. Her body jerked, her cunt squeezed so tightly as to almost expel him. Julius spent instantly.
“Stop!” she shrieked.
He removed the machine. Grace lay on the table, exhausted, gulping air, trying desperately to catch her breath.
“Julius, that was wonderful.” Her face glowed with joy and the flush of sex.
Julius’ prick slipped out.
They were all wrong. All of them. The entire fucking Royal Academy of Science, the bloody Royal College of Surgeons, every man who claimed the title of doctor. Male penetration was not the end-all of female sexual satisfaction, instead it was secondary, a pleasant diversion. And contrary to his own colleagues’ beliefs, women did indeed feel sexual pleasure in the absence of penetration.
Yet if woman did not need man, would that mean Grace would not need Julius? A chill crept up his spine.
Julius. Grace had never used his Christian name until that evening, and hearing her say it sent an affecting pang through his heart. His name had rolled off her tongue cleanly, clearly, reflecting the effort she had put in to soften her accent to better help him with his patients. She had become useful, indispensable, and he had grown to rely on her. But it was more than that. Until she said his name he hadn’t realized how fond of the girl he had become.
The flame in the oil lamp popped and sputtered, drawing him out of his reverie, reminding him why he was there, why he, a doctor, was in a medical office with a peculiar device. Grace, despite her youth, was overly experienced where it concerned men. She knew how to control her body, how, even, he chuckled to himself, to control men. She clearly loved the act of intercourse. But what if she had never had that experience? What if she had to rely only on herself?
What if she were a virgin?
Better still, what if he could garner a certain type of virgin, utterly untouched, a true innocent, not a feigning cockatrice from a brothel with a blood-soaked sponge up her cunt?
A woman of breeding, class and intelligence.
Helena.
Julius stared at his notebook. There was only one way he could have unfettered access to Helena for several years. Luckily Sophia was exceedingly easy to persuade when the mood was right.
Chapter Ten
The office was dark and empty, but that only sent a thrill of expectation through Sophia. Julius had promised to use the vibration machine on her once again. Every time he had used it, she had reached climaxes beyond her imagination, each one better than the last.
“Tonight, my love, I have planned for something a little different.”
Sophia loved Julius’ erotic plans and schemes. They always left her breathless and satisfied.
“I’m ready, Julius.”
She stood before him in the office utterly nude as he had requested. His attentions were freeing and decadent, his mesmerizing gaze wandering up and down her body while he sucked in his lower lip, biting it as his blue eyes narrowed lasciviously. She heard his breathing slow to an irregular rhythm.
“Sophia.” It was said adoringly, hungrily.
She went to him and he took her in his arms to kiss her deeply, intensely, a man possessed. She knew his dark moods by now, his utter concentration on the matter at hand, his feigned distance, his bald desire. She felt his hardness through his trousers as he ground his hips against hers.
“We’ll use the table, my love. But I want you to bend over and hold the footrests.”
It was an odd request, to be sure, but she complied nonetheless. A night with Julius was certain to be a memory she would carry with her forever.
Sophia put her hands through the footrests extending from the table and held on. Julius placed his hand on her back, stroking encouragingly. She pushed her buttocks out playfully, shamelessly.
“Yes,” he moaned. His hands caressed her, kneading her fleshy cheeks, wandering to her inner thighs, massaging until she spread her legs enough for him to stroke her yearning labia. He spread her moisture over her clitoris, thoroughly wetting the sensitive nub. “You’re so wet, Sophia. So excited.”
She closed her eyes in anticipation, the sounds of his preparations more pronounced, the heat of him more powerful. He reached for something at her side, worked at an object behind her. He parted her butt cheeks, then smeared an oily substance in the crevice. His finger dallied on her puckered hole, circling the ridge, breaching the unwilling orifice to lubricate
it with a generous quantity of the viscous liquid.
Next he was undressing, and rather quickly. When the frenzied breaths behind her subsided, she turned around to see him rubbing the oil on his magnificent cock.
“Sophia, love, has your husband ever penetrated you in your arse?”
Oh God, yes. Her heart beat faster. “Yes, Julius, he has.” A tingle of anticipation pulsed up her spine.
He leaned over her, his slick cock sliding along her cleft. “But has he ever done so while you are being stimulated by a vibrating massage machine?” His breath was hot on her neck.
She swallowed her excitement, feigning a distance that had become her expected role in their sensual play. “No, Julius, he has not.”
“Good.” It was said with just a touch of smug self-satisfaction.
He flipped the switch. The whirring of the machine filled the room and her senses.
“Spread your legs, my love.”
She did as instructed and he positioned the wand at her clitoris. It was set on low but its pulsating vibration was enough to arouse her instantly.
She felt the head of his cock at her anus, insistent but gentle. He pushed in slowly.
Sophia flinched from the shock of pain, her muscles tightening against the invasion. She inhaled and concentrated on the pleasure of the vibrator.
He pushed in farther, stopping a moment to let her succumb, his hand resting on her lower back in reassurance, then proceeded with a jab as if it were her far more flexible cunt.
Sophia cried out unwittingly, then tried to steady her breath. It was a test of her ability to focus on her own pleasure. Julius had taught her skills of centering her thoughts and feelings on what she wanted, not what was actually happening to her, to move beyond the pain he subjected her to. She drew in a calming breath through pursed lips and relaxed her tensing muscles.
“Good, my love. That’s right. Let me in.”
He pushed forward, embedding himself fully, letting her accept him, then began moving in and out languidly, moaning softly, arriving at a gentle rhythm. Despite seeking his own pleasure he was able to concentrate on hers, holding the vibrator steady, taking the forbidden act to a point beyond ecstasy.
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