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He stepped closer to attach the latest cord to the main support. While he concentrated on the task at hand, she snaked out her tongue then lapped at the bead of pre-come dripping down the head of his cock.

Kurt’s rock-hard thigh muscles quivered in front of her eyes. He slapped her ass again, drawing a groan from the inner recesses of her chest. Her pussy flooded with arousal.

“Don’t distract me, baby. I won’t jeopardize your safety.”

Though his serious tone attempted to squelch her rebellion, she couldn’t help but test him. As soon as he rechecked his work, she strained her neck as far as she could to mouth his sac.

“Becca!” The chastisement came out as a rough moan. He couldn’t restrain himself from thrusting his groin against her greedy lips for a few seconds before stealing her treat.

“Did you intentionally disobey me?” The rhetorical question highlighted the error of her self-indulgence.

But hadn’t she expected him to punish her? Hoped for it? She made it easy for him.

“Yes.”

He yanked the cables, spinning her ninety degrees until her hip came even with his front and her face pointed to his right. He gave her left cheek five rapid, stinging spanks. The crack of his hand against her ass excited her as much as the tingling heat spreading across it. When he finished, his harsh breathing echoed in the room. She wished she could see his face instead of the corded muscles of his tense calves.

“Baby, if you want my hand on your ass, all you have to do is ask. Do not disobey me again.”

“Yes, Doctor.” She grinned at the tremor in his voice, knowing he couldn’t see. “Please, may I have more?”

His muffled curse accompanied another shift in her world as he spun her in the other direction then repeated the sharp slaps on her right cheek. She panted, recovering as he rubbed her ass to ease the sting. The throbbing ache between her thighs prevented her from requesting additional punishment. He had to fuck her.

At her silence, he rearranged her to suit his purpose. His hands guided her legs into position, accompanied by the whir of motors. Her knees bent until her heels rested on the back of her thighs where Kurt banded them with yet another tie. He brought her arms together, folded so that her wrists rested at the base of her spine. The weight of her breasts swaying beneath her fanned the fire in her core.

Then, his touch vanished. He couldn’t have gone far but, from this position, she couldn’t find him. Her whimper became the only sound in the room. A moment of panic snuck in through the desire.

“Doctor?” Her question sounded like a distressed cry.

“Yes, baby?”

“Don’t leave me. Please, touch me.”

“I’m right here, sweetheart.” His hand stroked her flank, reassuring her. “Just stepped back to look at you for a minute. I can’t believe you’re real.” He kept up a constant stream of insignificant ramblings as he retrieved the rolling tray with supplies he’d stashed out of Rebecca’s line of sight.

Had he done that on purpose? What did he have on there?

She writhed in the bonds, attempting to steal a glimpse at the contents but couldn’t manage it. Kurt dropped a restraining hand on the inside of her thigh mere inches below her pussy.

“You’re soaked.” Reverence saturated his tone. He must have bent closer because his breath teased her slick flesh. “You smell so hot, it makes me crazy. I have to taste you…”

The last of his words were muffled as he sipped from her pussy.

“Oh, Kurt. Please.” Pleasure arced across every nerve ending in her body.

“No, Becca. You can’t come. Not until I give you permission. You’re not hooked to any machines yet.”

Pulling herself back from the razor edge of intense arousal, she panted, trying to squelch the electrifying sensations. Even as she registered the warmth and velvety glide of the doctor’s tongue lapping the juices from her slit, she heard a latex glove snapping into place.

His gloved finger spread a cool glob of lubricant over her anus. Shocked at the disparity in temperature, as well as the imminent possibility of penetration, she cried out.

“Tensing your body will make this hurt, baby. Relax.” The lazy, seductive cadence inspired confidence.

Rebecca’s muscles loosened up one by one.

Before she could frighten herself again, Kurt began to massage her pucker with his gloved and lubricated finger as he bent forward to lick a path from the bottom of her swollen, dripping lips to her clit. She bucked against the ecstasy. His finger nudged against her tight hole until the tip began to infiltrate a fraction of an inch at a time.

It felt forbidden, uncharted and so right to succumb to his penetration. In that moment, she realized she would surrender anything to Kurt. Not for the sake of the experiment, not for the resolution of her family crisis, not for the enrichment of her professional empathy but because she genuinely wanted to please him.

A strangled groan wrested from her constricted chest but she concentrated on the delight Kurt’s tongue imparted as it rubbed a track down the edges of her slit before piercing inside then swirling around her clit. On every pass, he withdrew his finger, spread additional lube across her back passage, and then delved further inside as he distracted her from the burning discomfort by caressing her bud of nerves with his talented tongue.

When, at last, his knuckle passed the final ring of muscle then plunged deep inside her, they both groaned.

Though she tried to relax, she was so turned on all her muscles clenched rhythmically. She gripped his finger.

“Please.”

“No,” he growled then bit the globe of her ass. “Damn, baby. Your pussy is snug, but this is even tighter.

We need to do some more work here or I’m afraid I’ll tear you when I fuck your virgin ass.”

Withdrawing the digit once more, he selected a tool from the tray. He showed it to her before going back to work. The flat leather base would fit the standard attachment he’d built into many of his inventions. For now, he clipped on a remote probe tool embedded in a thick dildo then pressed it inside the mouth of Rebecca’s pussy with one hard stroke.

A wave of sparks radiated from the intrusion. She had to bite her lip to keep from coming right then. He’d instructed her to wait. But the bands wrapped around her body, the gentle swaying, and Kurt’s touches pushed her closer and closer to orgasm with every passing second.

“Doctor, hurry. I can’t wait much longer.”

Kurt hooked the straps on the inserted device to clips in the bands encircling her waist. Now secured, the tool would measure her response without being ejected from her convulsing channel while he concentrated on preparing her ass for his penetration.

Rebecca cried out when her inner muscles clenched around the implement but that alone couldn’t satisfy her. The taboo pleasure zinging from his probing advances might push her over the edge when coupled with the instrument.

“I want you to wait, Becca. The probe is engaged now so I’ll capture the data if you slip. But I want you to wait for my permission.” She would do it. A large component of her satisfaction came from pleasing him.

“I’m going to stretch you now, baby. Open you up for my cock.” Kurt removed another apparatus from the tray. She watched him spread a generous coat of lube on the constricted ring. The device formed a ball with a dent running around the center like inverted rings around a planet. Beyond reasoning, she didn’t venture to guess how he’d use it. “This is the smallest Stretcher I’ve made, but I think it’s still going to be uncomfortable for you.”

“Do it,” she begged. “Please.”

Instead, he knelt in front of her. Rebecca sensed the intensity of the doctor’s attention through her closed eyelids. When she peeked from beneath heavy lids, Kurt captured her mouth in a blazing kiss. She matched his vigor and then some.

While engaged in the kiss, Kurt slid the Stretcher inside her ass. The leading slope of the round gadget filled her, spreading her wider until the indentation ringing the sphere cradled her anus. The bulges on either side trapped it in place.

He was right. The instrument felt huge, although she’d seen the modest size of the object when he’d cupped it in his palm. Her eyes rolled. She grunted at the burn in her ass. She struggled against the bonds and the invasion.

God, if this is what the small intruder did to her, how would she ever take his cock? She couldn’t do it. The thought of disappointing him upset her, causing her to tense further.

Kurt grabbed a fistful of her hair, redirecting her focus back to him.

“Relax, baby.” As waves of pain and pleasure collided in a cacophony of sensation, he nuzzled her neck, pushing her over the edge from discomfort to arousal. The gentle vibrations of the objects embedded in her registered in her mind then began to enhance her stimulation. Stuffed, both her pussy and ass clamped around his amazing inventions.

After a few moments, he smiled against her throat then raked her exposed pulse with the sharp edges of his teeth. He rubbed his cock with the palm of one hand as though it hurt as much as she did.

“Good girl, Becca. How do you feel now?”

Words refused to coalesce in her usually articulate brain. All that would pass her lips was, “Mmm.”

His contented laugh vibrated through her chest. Satisfaction layered on top of desire when she realized how much she pleased him.

“It’s almost time, baby.” Kurt clasped her shoulders then shoved. She spun around like the blades of a helicopter until she faced the opposite direction. Without hesitation, he clamped his mouth to her dripping folds, sucking her, licking her around the base of the probe. Her cries built in rapid succession as she neared the peak of her ardor.

She struggled to ignore the way her complete submission to his desires, as well as the devices embedded inside her, goaded her to come at once. A few more strokes of the doctor’s tongue would make her fly over the edge.

As her weightless body strained toward release, Kurt tapped the device in her anus to make an adjustment.

It flared, coaxing the ring of muscle further open.

Rebecca spiraled out of control. She twisted beneath his touch. Her heavy breasts rocked beneath her. Her overflowing pussy and ass spasmed around the devious invasions. The ring in her anus bulged further. The gradual expansion awarded her the chance to accommodate it and enjoy the sensation of being stretched.

She couldn’t wait any longer.

“Kurt. Please. Now.”

Instead of granting his permission for her release, he retreated, abandoning her on the cusp of a brilliant orgasm.

“No!”

She watched him lunge to his feet in the mirror now in front of her. While she absorbed the shock of the loss, he pried the Stretcher from her then replaced it with the engorged, blunt head of his straining cock. It seemed even bigger than before but she was so close to coming she reflexively squirmed closer. Or tried to.

“Take a deep breath,” he commanded. Coating himself in her arousal and the abundant lubrication, Kurt notched his hard-on against her back passage. He gripped the cables then used them to tug her onto his impaling flesh. The head of his dick stretched her entrance. “When I tell you to, exhale and push out around me. We’re going to do this. In one stroke. Just like you dreamed it. Fuck, I don’t think I’ll last more than that in your tight, hot hole.”

Reaching beneath her waist, he flicked his fingertip across her clit in the deft swirl guaranteed to bring her off. When she squirmed against him he yelled, “Now, Becca.”

His smooth pump buried his cock in her to the hilt.

She felt unbelievably full.

Held immobile, at his mercy as his thick staff stretched her beyond comprehension, a sense of complete submission overpowered Rebecca. It blazed inside her, lighting her soul with a rightness she never could have predicted. Simultaneously, Kurt roared out his possession, making it clear he was the first and only person who would ever take her this way.

Her heart heard and understood.

They shattered together.

Morning returned Rebecca to reality. The sensual haze that had surrounded her and Kurt for the past few days dissipated. She mourned the loss of the intimacy they had shared although it had been selfish to assume it could last.

Yesterday, following the life changing session with him, she’d passed out cold. When she awoke, it was to an empty bed. The man who’d barged into her heart had made himself scarce all afternoon.

He’d popped his head out of the laboratory once—still wearing the lab coat she’d never look at the same way again—to check on her. After she’d assured him she felt fine, he’d disappeared into the workspace with a muttered excuse about preparing their case to present to the board. Her stomach had lurched when the bolt slid into the lock with an audible click from the other side.

She’d idled the time away first by indulging in a nap, exhaustion still plaguing her. When she couldn’t stand it a moment longer, she’d amused herself by flipping through the channels without much interest, reading some of the scientific journals stacked on Kurt’s desk, calling to check on her family and pacing around the three square feet of floor space in the private quarters about a million times. But nothing had distracted her from imagining Kurt hiding on the other side of his fortified door.

She’d wished she could assist him or even lounge at his side while he worked. Yet, he still hadn’t returned by the time she ate leftover pizza for dinner. She’d accepted his avoidance when he hadn’t shown up to tuck her in or attach her to the Dream Machine. Lonely, she’d given up then snuggled close to his pillow, inhaling his scent while she surrendered to sleep.

This morning had been more of the same. He’d busied himself with last-minute additions to his case notes.