“Shit—”
“That’s not particularly descriptive, Scout,” he goaded.
Fuck.How was I supposed to get words out when my body was overstimulated in nearly every way? “It’s like there are so many mouths on me…Two circling each nipple. Kissing down my stomach. And fingers running along my pussy while a mouth works my clit. It’s like I’m being touched by a couple of people, not just one.”
“I made an on-the-fly adjustment. Wanted you to revisit your strip club experience—but even more intense. Is it more intense, Scout?”
“Yes,” I hissed. Then the stimulation stopped. “Hey—”
“You were too close to an eight. I had to pull you back. We’ve barely even started.” Oblivious to the little moan of disappointment I let out, he tapped again on his keyboard. “What’s happening now?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t hold back. Your feedback is very important. I built this protocol foryou. It should be exactly what you want.”
“What I want is to cum.”
“If I can’t cum for the next”—he checked his phone’s timer—“nine minutes, forty-five seconds, then neither can you. Sorry. I think it’s only fair. Now. Tell me. What’s happening to that perfect body of yours?”
I swallowed, hard. “The phallus filled me, but it’s not doing anything.”
Tap, tap, tap.A buzz filled the quiet air of the room. And my cunt. “And now?”
“Yes.It’s slowly vibrating.”
Tap, tap, tap-tap.“And now?”
My hips tried to defy my restraints, but I was pinned too fast. All I could do was lie back and be taken. “It’s fucking me. Hudson, I need more—”
“You’ll get what I give you.” He smirked down at me. “For science.”
The phallus had hit a rhythm now. My G-spot pulsed beneath it. He let it go on for torturously long. Time stopped having meaning to me. There was nothing in my world but the pursuit of pleasure and the sight of Hudson squirming, desperate to whip his cock out of its cloning mold and fuck me.
“Where are you now?” he asked eventually.
“Eight.”
Tap, tap, tap-tap-tap.
Shit, now my clit was being vibratedandsucked. The cock inside me was warming and gaining speed. And my nipples were alternately pinched and kissed. It all blurred in a blissful swirl, until I didn’t know where I ended and the oncoming climax began.
When the tapping stopped, the ministrations continued.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Like this was a terrible idea, you bastard—”
He clucked his tongue. Somehow, the condescending lilt of his voice only made him sexier. “That’s no way to cum. Remember, I can take this mold off and make myself climax any time I want. You, on the other hand, are tied up and at my mercy.”
Everything inside me stopped—The Fantasy instantly powered down.
This time, I screamed. Not a whimper.
“Enjoying yourself?” he taunted. “HowisThe Fantasy, Dr. Porter? Everything you dreamed of?”
His fingers danced over his screen. A few clicks and I would be the most rapturous girl in the world, cumming on a machine I built and that my boyfriend controlled.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, it’s perfect.”
