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This time the ridge of the sheath tool entered her. She went wild, convulsing around the throbbing head of his cock. Hearing his guttural moans in the distance spurred her higher.

Afraid she would come before he’d fused them by burying himself to the root in her throbbing body, she tried again to rush him. He halted her attempt with a restraining hand on her hip. Being pinned beneath him boosted her response. A wave of liquid pleasure rushed along her pussy, easing his way. Kurt withdrew until the clenching muscles ringing her opening hooked around the ridge beneath the head of his cock on the verge of exiting her.

He teased her with shallow twitches in and out, rubbing the bulging tip across her sensitive tissue. Then, with a savage groan, he entered her again in one fierce lunge that drove him nearly to the hilt, spreading the moisture from her weeping entrance to the far reaches of her body. Rebecca writhed on the desk beneath him, crammed so full he must occupy every space inside her.

“God, Becca, you’re so damn tight. Open up and take me. Almost there. Take all of me.” Kurt rammed inside her once more. Their bodies collided. Her clit bumped against the smooth, flat plane of muscle above his dick. He impaled her completely.

His body curled over her. He laid his head on her shoulder then licked the side of her neck. His whisper came as his lips glanced the shell of her ear. “Damn, that’s good. Your cervix is cradling the head of my cock.

We’re a perfect fit, Becca.”

She moaned when his hard shaft throbbed inside her. “No room to spare.” She managed to choke out. His eyes blazed as they roamed over her. He stilled, waiting for her muscles to accommodate his girth, while her inner walls stretched around him.

“Are you okay, baby?”

For once, she needed to reassure him. He couldn’t stop now or she’d die.

“Never better. It’s amazing.”

The rhythmic undulation of her muscles milked his thick shaft. Her orgasm gathered without the added thrill of him shuttling inside her or touching her clit. She was going to come soon. The sensations coursing through her sparkled, vibrant and violent. Afraid to let them take over, to let them free, she fought against the tide of ecstasy. She didn’t want this dream come true to end so soon.

“No, Becca. No hiding. Give me everything.” He began thrusting with sharp jerks that forced his pubic bone to stroke her clit on every entry. “Yes, baby. I can feel your body tensing.”

She straddled the razor edge of desire as he began to fuck her with long, liquid strokes. The intensity frightened her. What if the boundaries protecting her heart shattered along with her body? She struggled to resist the heat burning like a river of lava through her.

With a feral growl, Kurt opened his eyes. Some primitive instinct clued him in to her plight. He wouldn’t allow her to play it safe. He encircled the base of her throat with one hand then increased the angle of his penetration. Bearing down on her, his hips ground against her inflamed flesh, sending sparks straight to her core.

“You’re going to come around me.” The order contained no hint of a question. He bent low over her then alternated rasping delicious suggestions in her ear with sucking on the lobe. “Show me how much you love my cock. Squeeze the sheath tight and come for me. Give me all of you.”

The irresistible combination of his sleek body slamming into her, his scent surrounding her and the arousing words he whispered secured her surrender. His trimmed pubic hair feathered over her swollen clit. His sweat-damped chest slid back and forth across hers.

Kurt grasped her wrists then yanked them over her head. He pinned them with one arm while he increased the tempo and pressure of his fucking. Dipping his head, he bit her neck hard enough to sting but not break the skin. Her pussy clenched in response to his domination. His dick swelled impossibly in response. Each action furthered the cycle of escalation until something had to give.

“Let go, Becca. Now.”

His voice compelled her straining body to obey. Unable to fight anymore, her needs crushed the last shred of her resistance. Her legs clung to his waist. Euphoria washed over her. Her inner muscles clamped around his impaling cock as she screamed his name. The shattering terrified her even as it exhilarated her. Through it all, Kurt held her close until—with one last plunge—he buried himself balls deep and began to come with her.

The rush of his hot semen bathed her spasming pussy with his seed. His hands clasped her hips tight enough to leave bruises but it comforted her to be anchored against him through the hurricane of sensation and emotions swirling around them. He groaned her name when the last of his come sprayed inside her before they both collapsed on top of his desk.

Together they lay, chests heaving, hearts pounding against each other as they regained their composure.

Becca still floated, eyes half-closed, when Kurt rose up on his elbow to brush the dewy hair from her face.

“Are you okay, baby?” He kissed her cheekbone then her lips. Her swollen pussy still hugged his semi-erect dick. The aftershocks of her orgasm set off periodic contractions around him. He wished he could make this instant last forever. Arms shaking from the power of their first joining, he dropped down then buried his face against her breast. She sighed, closing her eyes as though savoring his heaviness, which had to be squashing her delicate frame.

Afraid he had used her too harshly this first time, Kurt retreated enough to examine her but not far enough to separate them. She moaned. Thinking of the way he’d pounded into her, he cursed. What had come over him?

“I should have been more careful, sweetheart.” Running his fingertips over the marks he’d left on her wrists, neck, chest, thighs and hips, he realized how violent his need had been. He’d never lost control like that before. Not even when he’d taken women who liked things rough. With an innocent like Becca, he couldn’t believe how hard he’d pushed her, how badly he’d wanted to leave his signature, make her sure she belonged to him.

Lost in thought, he didn’t realize Becca had begun to stir beneath him until she placed her fingers on his cheek. The gentleness of the gesture underscored the savageness of his appetite for her. He tamped down the impulse to turn his head and nip her fingers. For someone who claimed not to know what he thought, she hit the nail on the head.

“I loved it. All of it.” She gazed deep into his eyes as she spoke. He couldn’t deny she shared the truth.

“You didn’t hurt me, Dr. Foster.”

How was it possible someone could fuck like her then blush?

Kurt didn’t like her shyness around him one bit. Neither did he get pleasure from the use of his title. True, this session was part of the study but the usual pride and satisfaction he enjoyed when a woman deferred to him during sex dissipated.

With Becca, it would take more than a respectful address to satisfy his yearning for her sexual submission.

He craved her complete trust, hungered for her to admit more hung in the balance than the damn study.

For them both.

But at the moment, a devilish combination of lassitude and contentment reduced his capacity for argument.

Becca’s long lashes fluttered when her eyes closed. Her body steeped in the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through it. He loved the way her pussy trembled and twitched around his dick with the remembered force of her orgasm. She looked fragile beneath him, though he knew a wealth of stubborn determination lurked beneath her deceptive appearance.

Hell, his forearm was almost as wide as her neck. He could compare since they rested next to each other on the chilly desktop, which didn’t make the most comfortable place to linger now that his adrenaline had receded and awareness of his surroundings had returned.

Kurt separated from her inviting body with a reluctant sigh. Even flaccid, his flesh didn’t escape her grasp without effort. Her whimper matched his groan when his cock dislodged. He leaned against the desk, praying his knees would hold. It would be damn embarrassing to fall on his face now.

While he stood collecting himself, a stream of their come dribbled from her pussy in an erotic strand before beading on the glass protecting the antique furniture. Lost in contentedness, Becca didn’t appear to notice but Kurt’s cock defied the laws of nature to swell once more.

“I think my desk might be ruined forever.” He chuckled as the image of Becca lying sated, replete and spread snapped into his memory. Already he had quite a few mental pictures saved. Each one more potent than the last.

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry.” With the refinement of a newborn foal, she attempted to coordinate her uncooperative limbs and scoot off. Before she moved an inch, Kurt plastered one hand across her waist, stilling her.

“You misunderstood. I’m talking about the fact that I’ll never be able to concentrate when I try to work in my office.” He laughed but he couldn’t have been more serious. “Every time I sit here, I’ll think about this.”

The experience had rocked him. True, he’d waited years to have her but the reality had transcended physical rapture. He didn’t want to scrutinize the resulting bond they’d developed or the strength of the emotional response sneaking past his guard. He knew better than to let chemical reactions override his logic.

The smirk lifting the corners of Becca’s mouth gave him hope. He wanted nothing more than to keep her happy, always. Finally, he’d taken the first steps toward demonstrating the viability of their total life partnership.

Kurt lifted her, rocking her limp form in his arms. As he walked through the corridor, he pecked her succulent lips.

“Thank you, Doctor,” she murmured then snuggled closer to his pounding heart.

Kurt feared she would once again retreat from him on a personal level in the wake of their release. He refused to lose ground, so he devised a plan to appeal to the academic in her. He had all the components required to prove she needed him. Some unknown combination of genetic traits made them ultimately compatible.

A scientist at heart, she wouldn’t be able to refute the cold, hard facts when he illustrated how she responded more intensely to his touch than anything else.

A foreign sense of unease brewed within him. He hadn’t seen the data yet. What if they hadn’t proved his hypothesis? What if the universe hadn’t just shifted for her the way it had for him?

Never before had he cared if a lover grew tired of their games. He’d watch them walk away with no hard feelings if they wished, though he almost always left first. A typical tryst had a brief lifespan for him. Once or twice with a woman assuaged his appetite. By then he could rule out the possibility of her holding his interest for the long term. However, with Becca, he’d barely scratched the surface. He refused to let her go until he’d had his fill, if ever. He didn’t question his burning impulse for her to admit she needed him just as bad.

It was the only way he could bear this overwhelming obsession.

Rebecca drifted along, absorbed in the aftereffects of her encounter with Kurt and the surreal sensation of flying as he carried her toward his quarters. There’d never been a man in her life to sweep her off her feet before him. Not a father and certainly not a lover. Complete reliance on anyone was a novel experience. One she could get addicted to. Expecting him to set her down on his luxurious bed, or in the shower, the laboratory’s comfortable but firm examination table caught her off guard.

“Doctor?” Her breathy voice sounded distant to her own ears. The reality of the situation hadn’t set in yet.

It seemed so much like her dream she kept forgetting it had happened outside her imagination this time.

“Shh. Rest for a minute. I’m going to upload the data from our session.” He stroked her shoulder with absent caresses while he adjusted the table beneath her. He angled her until the instrument panels came into clear view then secured her once more, ensuring she couldn’t avoid the truth.

Still recovering from the most intense sexual experience of her life, a diminutive whimper escaped Becca as the embrace of the restraints tucked her against the platform. She marveled at the sense of security enveloping her when bound this way. It thrilled her when Kurt restrained her. Her muscles relaxed further, if possible, counting on the straps to catch her. She could let her body rest without worry of falling.

For someone always on the lookout, independent, accustomed to staying alert for possible danger—taking care of herself and others around her—the bonds provided a surfeit of freedom. They forced her to depend on Kurt to protect her and use her well. The wide, plush bands enveloping her arms, legs, torso and even—

carefully—her neck soothed and comforted her.

Instead of panic, absolute assurance in Kurt permeated her spirit. Welcoming the chance to lie back for once, to let someone else worry about the details, she yielded to his wishes with faith he would provide for her needs. At peace with this new facet of herself, Rebecca accepted her proclivity for bondage.

He must have sensed her serenity making her boneless beneath his hand because he turned to face her. “I half expected you to have fallen asleep.”

The message behind her repose hadn’t been lost on him. A smile spread across his face, lighting up his expression. Distracted from his preparations, he began to play with her hair.

“Thank you, Becca,” he murmured against her ear. Dipping lower, he imparted a moist caress on her open lips. “Do you have any idea how appealing you are? Naked, bound and exposed to me. Your faith and submission are staggering gifts. I’ll do everything I can to deserve them.”