“You said I need to befullyerect to use the kit, right? Well, I may need some help with that.”
He didn’t. His cock was as hard as I’d ever seen it. But when he brushed it against my cheek, my mouth opened for himwithout a second thought. I didn’t even have time to breathe before he bottomed out in me.
I might have been tied up, but that didn’t stop me from worshipping his length with a ferocity I’d never before unleashed. He tasted divine, and I wanted all of him—especially since none of The Fantasy components were on. This was the only sexual stimulation I had at the moment, and I was not about to let a second go to waste.
I worked his cock with my mouth, gagging and stretching myself until I thought he would cum right then and there.
Before he could, though, he retreated from me, firmly pressing my head back against my lounger. “That’s enough, I think. Don’t want you getting too excited before we’ve even turned The Fantasy on.”
What a bastard. I groaned and gritted my teeth against the yearning.
He made quick work of pulling up his own chair to my side and sliding his cock into the Clone-A-Dick tube. He cringed at the cold, awkward sensation, set an alarm on his phone, then switched over to the control app for The Fantasy.
Fifteen minutes. Ready…go.
“Engaging first protocol now,” Hudson said. “You should feel a smooth, loving set of sensations.”
“I do,” I confirmed.
“Tell me what you’re experiencing in as much detail as possible. I want to confirm that the software is communicating what I want it to be doing.”
“It’s, hm, brushing my nipples very lightly. Almost too lightly.”
He hummed. “It’s drawing you out.”
“And it almost feels like it’s…like it’s kissing my clit. Really soft, though. Almost more like it’s breathing against me than kissing me.”
“No internal stimulation?”
“No, and it’s driving me crazy.”
“Excellent. Exactly what I wanted.”
The Fantasy was made for variety, surprise, and best-ever climaxes. It could do anything, andmost thingsall at once. But he’d chosen to start off slow, which was driving me crazy. I was turned on, but not close enough to orgasm yet.
I tested my restraints. No, they weren’t going to budge, nor was Hudson going to let me out of them. He leaned back in his chair, holding his concealed cock with one hand and his phone with the other, controlling my every sensation.
“How long does this portion last?” I asked.
“Let’s call it a calibration phase. I could make it go on forever,” he mused. “Keep you whimpering like that. See how long it takes for you to pass out from need.”
“You can’t do that—”
My words died in a cry when both of my nipples were bitten—or, at least, The Fantasy made itfeellike they had been. Hudson’s fingers, those culprits, hovered over the control app’s keyboard, but he couldn’t have looked less guilty, especially not when the kissing returned in quiet, reverent earnest.
“Don’t you want complete research?”
“Yes.”
“Then be a good little test subject and enjoy my coding handiwork. You wouldn’t believe how much time I spent designing this protocol for you. The last few days, whenever you were busy with work and I couldn’t convince you to peel away for a quick office fuck…I built this so my sexual fantasies had somewhere to go. What level are you on now?”
The biting had taken me up a notch. Then, the thought that he’d been in his dark bedroom, poring over his laptop, stroking his cock with one hand while designing a sex fantasy for me with the other, sent me to a whole new level.
“A seven point five.”
“We can do better than that.”
And he did. All at once, my body was assaulted by the very device I’d built.
