Stones dropped in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t want to become a victim of his charm. “Kaelen, please don’t step outside of the scenario parameters.” They’d agreed to avoid saying things of an emotional nature or making promises to continue the fantasy beyond that day.
He held up his hands in a gesture of apology and surrender. “Sorry. I won’t go there.”
“Why don’t you tell me what work you have planned?” She rewrapped the other half of her sandwich. It would make a good dinner on her way to the airport.
“I’m researching the impact of sociological factors prohibiting men from using sex toys in erotic play due to the fact they think it’ll influence how masculine they’re perceived. You’ll be asked a series of questions after each miniscenario.”
The sociology grad student part of Mia’s brain stood up and took notice. The woman who’d been disappointed by more than one lover lined up right behind her. What was it about men that made them leery of using electronic devices in bed? They used them everywhere else.
Of course, she wasn’t opposed to the idea of having a job with perks that involved orgasms. She gestured to the door. “Give me five minutes?”
“Take your time. I’ll get everything set up.”
It took a little longer than five minutes because she couldn’t use the bathroom when all she could think about were the various scenarios Kaelen had planned. She could really get behind a man who wasn’t afraid to supplement his biological equipment with things that vibrated or pulsed.
When she returned, she found Kaelen pulling the sheets back on a bed that hadn’t been there when she left. He turned to her with that half grin on his face and lifted his shoulder in a lazy shrug. “I found a Murphy bed. They said the room would have a bed, but when I came in before, I couldn’t find it.”
That explained what had taken him so long to call her into the office the first time. “How did you find it?”
“There was a note in the drawer with all the toys, which we get to keep, by the way. It had directions on how to pull out the bed and some warnings about safety features. You know, like don’t jump on the bed because you can bang your head on the ceiling. And put these sliding things into the locked position. And don’t forget the mattress pads.”
Delighted to have a bed, Mia laughed. “Why the mattress pads?”
He swaggered over to her and pulled her hips close. “Because you’re going to be that wet.”
She was already pretty slippery. He dipped his head and gave her one of those slow, casual kisses that lit her fires. He was too talented with those lips.
“All right, babe. Give me a minute to wash these toys. There’s a survey on the desk I need you to fill out first.”
He disappeared with what looked like a fishing tackle box. Mia skirted the bed, which took up half of the office space, and looked at the paper on the desk.
It asked several questions about what she did to excite herself while masturbating versus what she did when she was with another person. How did she correct for maximum stimulation alone? Did she direct lovers to pay more attention to the areas she liked? They went on and on like this. The questions from Oasis had been informational. Kaelen’s questions asked for an emotional interpretation.
Mia frowned at the questions. Until now, it had never occurred to her that she expected her lovers to read her mind. If she didn’t tell them what she liked and what she didn’t like, how would they know? And how could she balance that with not sounding bossy? Nobody liked to be micromanaged, especially not in bed.
Well, most people didn’t.
When he returned, she handed the paper to him. “You could design a whole study around this idea.”
He gave her a funny look as he set the plastic box down at the head of the bed. “Why are you still wearing clothes?”
Unwilling to pursue the reason behind his expression, she slid back into her role. “You didn’t ask me to take them off.”
He crossed his arms and lifted a brow.
She unbuttoned the tight shirt and shrugged out of it. The white lace demi-bra followed her skirt to the floor. “Are you going to undress?”
His smoldering gaze kept her pinned in place. She’d always giggled at descriptions of men with smoldering gazes, but now that she’d spent half a day in Kaelen’s crosshairs, she had learned not to discount the power of a good smolder.
Like her, he unbuttoned his shirt first. Unlike her, he made a conscious effort to seduce with his striptease. She had to lick her lips and swallow to avoid drooling over his broad shoulders and ripped abs.
His pants fell down his legs, revealing the cock she had so recently come to know so well. It sprang from his nest of curls, hard and ready for another round. When he finished, standing before her in nothing but a plaid tie, he stayed put and let her stare. She was too busy enjoying the sight of his body to be self-conscious about the intense way he studied her body.
After a few long moments full of unspoken lust passed, he climbed onto the bed, arranging the pillows behind him so he could sit up. “Come straddle me.”
Mia scrambled to obey. “Aren’t you going to take off your tie?”
“I’m going to use it as a blindfold in a little while. First, I want to see how you respond when you can see the toy.”
Unable to stop the analytical side of her brain, she pursed her lips. “Don’t you think you should do the blind test first? That way I’ll be more focused on giving you the data you want.”
He slipped the tie, which he had loosened to get out of his shirt, over his head and handed it to her. “Blindfold yourself. No peeking.”
Blindfolding oneself with a tie was easier said than done. The wider part had to go over her eyes, which made tying it a little challenging. Kaelen helped.
“Just sit there for now. I’m going to stimulate different parts of your body with the toys. I want you to feel free to give suggestions. I’m going to ask a lot of questions, but I’ll try to keep them simple.”
One hand closed over her breast. She felt his warmth, but even before her surgery, her breasts hadn’t been sensitive or responsive. He massaged it. Then he pinched and rolled her nipple. She held her breath and wished for him to move on. He played with both breasts for a few minutes before his hands dropped away.
When they returned, he pinched a nipple between his fingers and pulled it, stretching the skin to the point where she felt a little tingle. Something soft closed around it. When he let go, a heavy object hung from it. He jostled the end of the thing, and it began buzzing. She felt the vibrations, but they didn’t stimulate her sexually.
He did the same thing to the other one, but he didn’t elicit a different response.
“Are your breasts not sensitive, or am I doing something wrong?”
One of the reasons she liked having sex from behind was that men didn’t feel obligated to touch her breasts. Or if they did, they couldn’t see her lack of reaction. Add in spanking, and she had enough stimulation to make the lack of response from her breasts unnoticeable.
“They’ve never been sensitive. Even nipple clamps don’t do more than hurt.” Though he’d clamped something to her nipples, the fact they didn’t hurt made her think they couldn’t be nipple clamps. “I don’t know quite what you’ve done, but these don’t hurt.”
“They’re soft clamps, meant for pleasure, not pain. I have them tightened as far as they’ll go.”
“Sorry. You’d get farther attaching them to my clit.”
He cupped the sides of her face in his hands and feathered his lips across hers. “Don’t apologize, babe. Does it have to do with your scars? Do you want to talk about it?”
“No and no.” She wouldn’t get defensive about her breasts unless he pushed the issue. She wanted neither sympathy nor pity. It wasn’t like she’d survived breast cancer or anything life threatening like that. Next to what some women went through, her problem had been inconsequential.
He removed the clamps, but he didn’t say anything
. He circled her areolae with his thumbs. “On the plus side, I could play with them for hours and it wouldn’t irritate or overstimulate you.”
“Is that your plan?” She lifted a brow, but the blindfold ruined her attempt. She didn’t even know if he noticed it.
“Some other time. But you did make a great suggestion. Lean back. Rest your weight on your hands behind you.”
She gripped his legs just above the knee, aware that the position spread her pussy lips wider. He pinched her clit, and she sucked in air.
“Like that?” He pinched again. She couldn’t tell if he was adjusting his grip or playing with her.
“Yes.”
The soft clamp vibrated to life. Its weight stretched her clit, but it didn’t pinch or hurt. The vibrations, closed around her clit like that, made her pussy clench in anticipation. A soft moan of pleasure, a completely involuntary response, sounded in the back of her throat.
“Have you ever told a lover you don’t like your breasts touched?”
The blindfold made her less self-conscious about answering his questions. “No. I don’t mind being touched. It just doesn’t do for me what most men expect it to do. I tend to look for men who like asses or legs better than breasts.” Kaelen’s survey had indicated he found a woman’s ass to be her sexiest feature.
His hands slid up from her hips, finding the sensitive areas on her sides. She breathed in sharply as a shiver shook her body. He played his hands over her flesh, caressing those sweet spots again and again. Then he pulled her forward, jerking her weight from her hands so that she fell against his chest. His mouth closed around hers, and this kiss lacked anything slow or patient.
He crushed her to him and increased the pressure of his hands as he moved them across her back.
The position also pressed the vibrating soft nipple clamp harder against her clit. She moaned into his mouth and ran her hands over his skin, mimicking the way he touched her. Shivers rocked her body and echoed through his. Or maybe they began with him and ended with her. She lost track.
He moved one hand up to grip her hair. He pulled, perhaps harder than he intended, and mumbled an apology as his lips trailed down her neck.
The vibrations seemed to magnify. She felt her clit swell, and she wiggled against the way the heat concentrated there. Tingles shot from the roots of her hair straight to her core. “No, I like when you pull my hair. Not hard, just like this. It… I… Oh God!” The knot of heat burst. A small orgasm pulsed through her body, originating solely from her clit. She shot to her knees, her bottom no longer resting on his legs and her body arching as he pulled harder on her hair.
“God, you’re beautiful. I could watch you come over and over, but right now you’re killing me.”
The clamp slid off her clit. It had to have fallen off because his hands were elsewhere on her body.
His low tone washed through her cells, and he released his hold on her hair and her back. The hum of the clamp’s vibrations stopped. The sounds of the tackle box opening and him rummaging told her he’d returned the toy, and now he searched for another implement to test.
She heard the ripping of foil as she returned to an upright straddle position. Kaelen urged her to lift, and he guided her onto his sheathed cock. The darkness made her hyperaware of sounds and feelings. His soft moan as she slowly slid down the length of his cock. The creak of the bedsprings as she shifted her weight. The rush of liquid heat as he stretched the walls of her vagina.
“You’re in charge. Do what pleases you. Ride me like I’m a dildo.” The sounds of sliding equipment told her he was still rooting around in the tackle box.
“Dildos can move. They change angles.”
He chuckled. “I’m a stationary dildo. You’ll have to tilt your body. Don’t worry. You can hang on to me. I won’t let you fall.”
She wasn’t worried about falling. She was worried about looking stupid. She was worried about getting off on his cock while he watched. What if he didn’t enjoy it as much as she did?
His lips brushed along the line of her jaw. “You think too much.”
She blew out a breath. “What if you don’t like what I like?”
The trail of kisses raised gooseflesh as he made his way down her neck. “Are you really worried about not pleasing me?”
“Well, I don’t want this to be boring for you.” Mia had been bored during sex before, spending time counting cracks in the ceiling while her partner finished doing whatever he was doing. Boring sucked. He sounded amused, but that would change if she couldn’t make him come.
He palmed her breasts, but his fingertips rounded her rib cage to feather caresses along her sides. She quivered, inside and out. “Mia, being with you has never, ever been boring. You feel like heaven on me right now, and if you do absolutely nothing, it’s still just a matter of time until I explode inside you. The challenge will be making you come before I do.” He slapped her ass, a move that had more sound than bite. “Now giddyap.”
Throwing her worries to the wind, she rocked her hips forward and back to generate some heat. It felt good, but she would have to do that for hours before she managed to climax. She lifted, letting him slide out about halfway, and then she rolled her hips and pressed down.
Kaelen’s body shuddered, and his grip on her breasts tightened. “You’re so fucking hot, babe. You’re making it very hard to be passive.”
She repeated the move. “Nobody said you had to be passive. I thought you were testing equipment in addition to technique, not in place of.” It took her three thrusts to get all the words out, but by the time she finished, Kaelen was lifting his hips to meet her as she slid back down on him.
The low hum didn’t register until he stroked his fingertips along her ribs again, and they vibrated. Small pads attached to each of his fingers brought a different kind of pleasure to the sensitive places on her sides.
He swept his tongue into her mouth for a searing kiss. After she forgot how to breathe, his talented mouth traveled down her neck to find those places just below her ears that drove her wild. He pulled her hair in time to the rhythm of her ride.
Just as all the sensations combined and Mia teetered on the edge of the cliff, he pressed a vibrating pad to her sensitive and swollen clit. It was too much. Her cry turned to a shriek as the world exploded.
Immediately Kaelen flipped her so that she was on her back beneath him. Registering the firm mattress and the silky sheets, she relaxed, letting the force of her climax wash through her body. He thrust into her, maintaining the same gentle rhythm she used to prolong her orgasm. She wanted to meet his thrusts, but she had no control over her body. At last he buried himself deep and cried out.
She expected him to collapse on top of her, but he didn’t. He thrust several more times before pulling out his softening cock, only to replace it with his fingers. Those vibrating pads drove her to the tip of another peak. She writhed and pushed against him, trying to escape an orgasm she couldn’t control.
With his free hand, Kaelen captured one wrist and pressed it above her head. When she tried prying his fingers away to loosen his grip, he grabbed her free hand and held them both out of his way. She hadn’t consented to being bound or restrained, so she didn’t understand why he would resort to this. However, at the moment, she didn’t much care. She didn’t think he meant to do anything more than prevent her from pushing him away, and she really didn’t want him to stop.
He fucked her with his fingers, massaging them around deep inside her pussy. The pad on his thumb stayed on her clit, and the one on the finger he hadn’t thrust inside pulsed just outside her opening. He’d found a particularly responsive spot completely by accident.
Her body lifted and writhed. She had no control over the ways she moved, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t try to temper her orgasm to preserve her pride. She knew she looked completely wanton and wild, and she reveled in it. That was what this whole fantasy was all about.
“Kaelen, oh, Kaelen.” She repeated
his name over and over. Sometimes it came out loud. Other times it managed to only be the movement of her lips.
He worked her faster, not stopping when she screamed, though he did slow his pace to bring her down gently.
She lay there, limp, blinded, and soaked in perspiration. Her body quivered and trembled from the aftershocks of the largest orgasm she’d ever ridden. She wanted to tell him she had nothing but respect and appreciation for any man with enough balls to use toys like that, but she hadn’t yet regained the ability to speak.
The bed squeaked and dipped as he got up. The door opened and then closed, and she assumed he had gone to take care of the condom. When he returned, he flopped onto the bed, throwing himself so that he landed half on top of her.
He kissed her cheek. “Babe, in case you missed it, I had no problem coming.”
She wanted to respond. Her mind formed ideas, images, and feelings, but she wasn’t to the point where she could form coherent words.
“Speechless.” He chuckled. “I’ll have to note your reactions for my research, Ms. Calloway. I’ll be honest and say I’ve never seen a woman move like that. Are you double-jointed?”
She made a noise meant to be a negative answer, but she wasn’t sure how he took it.
“While I have you where I want you, we’ll continue with this part of the experiment.” He nibbled a series of kiss-bites over her collarbone, sending shivers in all directions.
Before, the blindfold had heightened her senses. Now she couldn’t tell which end was up, much less guess what Kaelen was doing as he leaned over her and shifted. Little sounds—pop, scrape, splat—meant nothing.
He nudged her legs farther apart, but she didn’t think anything of it until she felt the cool wetness of lubricant against the heat of her pussy. Forgetting the blindfold, she lifted her head to see. It didn’t work. “What are you doing?”
By the time she finished her question, he had inserted a vibrator and turned it on so that it pulsed in regular bursts. Her body jerked. She wanted to push him away, but her hands weren’t cooperating.
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