Orgasm University (5 page)

“Do you remember when I was telling you about the new
information we’ve recently acquired about the clitoris? The new knowledge is
still in its infancy. Part of my grant research is on that clitoral complex,
specifically on how it affects and alters a woman’s ability to orgasm.”

“Not something I was aware of, but how are you going to test
for it, or scan it while I’m trussed up like a turkey?”

He walked away but came back, dragging one of her feet off
the table. He did the same for the other one, then something snapped beneath
her.

She tried to separate her feet but he’d cuffed her ankles
together, opening her pussy to whatever he had planned for her. Her thighs
remained locked on the table. She was at his mercy. Her pussy spasmed all the
way into her abdomen, making it contract against the restraints.

“Ear buds.” He warned before placing something small in her
ears. Her neurons were drowning in lust, so at first she thought they were ear
plugs but—

“Can you hear me?” It was as if he spoke from inside her
head.

“Yes, but I could hear you just fine before.”

“When the machine starts it’s extremely loud. This way
you’ll be able to hear me telling you to come, even when the test is in
progress. And I’ll be able to hear when you ask permission.”

Permission?
Panting inhales and exhales filled the
room. She knew they were coming from her but she couldn’t slow them down or
quiet them.

“I’m gonna move you in.” A motor vibrated in the table and
he backed her in, closer and closer to what she knew was the tube entrance. Her
breathing echoed off the walls as soon as her head was inside. “I’m going to
test your clitoral complex by giving you an orgasm during the MRI.”

He stopped her just as her heels brushed the main portion of
the machine.

If she’d been connected to an electroencephalograph her
brain waves would have flat-lined. She had to strain to follow the
conversation. “An orgasm…”

“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.