How You Tempt Me (6 page)

“
Let's just do the experiment now and get it over
and done with!” I blurt out not masking the petulance and
frustration in my voice. “That's it, isn't it? You can't have
me, because you're saving me for your sex machine. So let's do it.
Now. Let me test the machine right now! If it can bring me to
orgasm, so much the better. I so need that right now. You might
deny your urges, but your body doesn't lie, Julian.” I stare
pointedly at the fierce erection raging in his pants.

Julian licks his lips and I wonder if he wants to taste
me. I push the thought out of my mind and stand facing him, arms
akimbo. I am just so frustrated right now. It's been so long since
I've had a man, since I've even wanted a man. And now standing
before me is an attractive, smart, nice, warm man who cooked for me
and seemingly cares for me, but just won't touch me because of a sex
machine that is consuming his every waking moment. Well, let's just
see what this wonderful sex machine can do.

“
It's late...” Julian manages to stutter at
last.

“
Why?” I challenge. “It is a sex
machine, right? It is never too late for sex. Is there a stipulated
time for sex, for a woman to orgasm?”

“
N-no. No, that is not what I meant. I just
thought...”

“
Don't think, Julian. Just do it,” I urge.

He smiles, not mistaking my meaning. “Oh I will,”
he says, looking me straight in the eye. This time, there is no
mistaking his meaning either and I gasp. “Just not now. Not
yet,” he says in a low voice.

He takes a step towards me and I tilt my chin up at him.
“I don't want to wait, Dr. James. Let's see if your machine
can make me come—since you won't.”

Julian utters a curse under his breath and pivots on his
heel. “Fine.”

He stops in front of the covered machine in the corner.
I expect him to pull off the white sheet but he doesn't. Instead, he
starts wheeling it to the middle of the room. I lose sight of him as
the monstrous contraption with the white cloth still draped over it
fills my vision. It is even bigger and wider than it had first
appeared, sitting quietly in the corner of the room. Nothing is as
it seems. Even the good doctor seems to be gripped by a sudden
fervor and passion. He has disappeared behind the machine and is
muttering and breathing rapidly as the sounds of moving metal parts
emerge from under the sheet.

“
This is...the sex machine?” I gawk.

Julian re-appears, looking flustered and a little
nervous. He blows out a long breath before turning to me, “I'd
have preferred you rest first, but...you're right. No point in
waiting and delaying. Needs must. So—”

In one fluid motion, he whips the sheet off the machine
with one hand and grips my wrists in his other hand. I am too
shocked to resist or struggle, and can only gasp as he pulls my arms
up above my head. I feel the metal cuffs at the top of this strange,
skeletal-looking contraption lock securely around my wrists.

“
W-what is this?” I rasp, feeling a chill
invade my body.

Julian works the knobs and dials at a side panel, and I
feel my arms being stretched as the restraints tighten round my
wrists. He doesn't meet my eyes and a sudden wave of panic surges in
me. “Julian.” I can hear the hysteria creeping into my
voice. “Julian! Let me go.”

Before I can kick out, my legs are held down as Julian
snaps cold, metal cuffs round my ankles. “No, no!” I
start to twist, but my arms and legs are being firmly held in place.
Julian presses a button and from a standing position, I am being
rotated and lowered onto a steel table so that I am stretched out on
my back. My arms are being pulled high over my head. I feel the
pressure on my legs slacken slightly, and I jerk my legs together
instinctively. The clamps remain around my ankles but at least I can
squeeze my thighs tightly against each other. I feel less exposed,
but I know it is only for the moment. If he wishes, Julian can crank
that machine up again and force my legs apart.

Julian snaps on latex gloves and flexes his long
fingers. He puts on a surgical mask so that only his eyes are
visible. Visible, but not readable. His whole body and demeanor
seem to stiffen, and the man fades as the scientist comes to the
fore.

“
Sophia, listen to me.” Julian leans over
me. His eyes widen when he sees the panic that is written all over
my face. “Hey,” he says softly. “Hey, it's okay.”
He removes the mask and lets it hang from one ear so that I can see
his face clearly. He bends down so that his lips are at my cheek.
“I won't hurt you. I promise. I'll be monitoring your heart
rate, breathing, blood pressure, every change and response in you.
You will not be hurt and you will not be humiliated. There are no
cameras in this room. You're helping me with my research, and your
privacy and confidentiality will be respected. Trust me, Sophia.”
His lips hover over mine but he doesn't kiss me. Instead he touches
his nose lightly to mine.

I squeeze my eyes shut and nod. I feel him move away,
and after a few electronic beeps and clicks, something whirrs to
life.

I keep my eyes closed, swallowing the sob that is
threatening to explode from my chest. Despite what Julian has just
told me, I am beginning to regret my hasty decision in signing the
contract. I had challenged Julian to bring me to orgasm, but not
like this. I had wanted his warm hands on me, not cold steel cuffs
and prods. I'd known that I was supposed to test a sex machine, but
somehow I hadn't prepared myself for the reality. It really is a
machine, a cold, computerized machine, not a man. How could I allow
a machine to have sex with me? I must be mad, or desperate, or both!

“
Breathe, Sophia. Take deep, slow breaths.”

My eyes fly open when I hear Julian's comforting voice.
I turn my head towards his voice, but instead of his face, I am
confronted by a black box. The black box continues speaking to me in
Julian's voice. “Try to relax, Sophia. I'm just monitoring
the oxygen level, and you don't seem to be breathing for the last
minute or so. I'll be increasing the oxygen level in the sphere very
gradually.”

“
Sphere?” I squeak.

Immediately, I see what he is referring to. I am
completely encased in a transparent sphere, but the glass or whatever
material this huge globe is made of is so thin and clear that it is
barely noticeable. Julian has one gloved hand pressed to the surface
of the glass, but he looks so far away from me. What the hell? I am
in a glass ball!

Julian's lips move and the black speaker spits out his
words. “Sophia, don't...just stop struggling and listen...”

“
Why am I in this...thing?” I shriek.
“What is this? This...there is no air in here! It's
completely sealed!”

“
There is, Sophia. Oxygen is being pumped into
this...”

“
You...you are controlling the air I breathe!”
I gasp, eyes wide and frightened.

“
It's not like that. I...this...this isn't going
well...maybe we should...”

I can hear him swearing, but my vision is blurring and
sounds are rapidly receding from my senses. My sense of sight and
hearing are fading but my other senses seem to be starkly heightened.
My skin starts to tingle as I feel the air swirl and press against
me. There is a strong musky scent, and as I inhale deeply, I seem to
taste it on my tongue and at the back of my throat. It tastes, and
smells like...sex. I'm not sure if the scent is coming from me, or
from somewhere else. But where else could it have come from? There
is only me in this glass globe. Julian is on the other side of the
glass, far away from me. I can't even touch him, much less smell
him. The scent is familiar and arousing, very sensual and primal,
awakening something deep and basic in me. I inhale deeply, feeling a
sudden desire surge in me. My eyes close and I grit my teeth,
trembling as my desire becomes even more intense and insistent.

I start to shiver, and my skin chaffs against the metal
restraints. The steel surface against my back doesn't feel quite so
hard and cold anymore. Instead, it feels almost warm and wet. My
back glides smoothly on the surface of the metal table, and I realize
that the moisture I am feeling is my own perspiration. The moisture
pools between my legs as the air heats up and swirls in circles
around my body.

I gasp as the air gently caresses my bare skin, kneading
and pressing against my naked body like warm hands and fingers. The
pressure is real and relentless, and I have to blink repeatedly to
make sure that there really are no physical hands and fingers
touching me. Lifting my head, I stare down the length of my writhing
body. Goosebumps cover my skin, and my nipples are hard and erect.
My breathing is quickening, and so is my heartbeat. All the signs of
my arousal are present and obvious. Yet I am alone in the sphere.
So what exactly is making me so hot and bothered? Not Julian surely,
who is at this very moment standing at the far corner of the machine,
behind a huge screen and keyboard.

A soft wind flutters across my breasts and I throw my
head back and sigh. The air continues moving over my face, my neck,
my shoulders, my breasts and stomach, like kisses, light and delicate
at first, then gradually increasing in pressure and intensity. I
start to pant as the air presses down on my bare skin, and the
pressure begins to mount between my legs. It almost feels as if the
air is probing me, pushing against me and trying to penetrate me.
The ache and wetness grow between my legs, and I groan as the hot air
blows across my nipples and I almost imagine a mouth closing over my
breast.

My mind is foggy with pleasure, even as I struggle to
open my eyes. The pressing sensation changes suddenly, and I let out
a cry at the sudden, sharp pain. Instead of the pounding, kneading
pressure, everything shifts and lifts as the direction of the air
changes. Instead of pressing against me, the air begins to tug at my
skin, sucking and stimulating every inch of my body. The suction
begins to build, and I can see my skin redden as blood is being
pulled to the surface of my skin.

“
What the...” I shake my head.

My nipples feel like they are being pulled and sucked,
but when I blink the sweat out of my eyes, there is still no one.
There is no mouth covering my breasts, no fingers pulling and teasing
my nipples. No one is touching me. I am alone in the sphere,
tightly cuffed to the steel table, but I can see that my nipples have
lengthened and darkened, and I can still feel the fierce suction on
them. With a cry, I arch my back, feeling the delicious, decadent
pressure mount on my nipples. I can hear a faint buzzing as the
suction increases. The globe seems to spin around me and with my
arms stretched out above my head, I suddenly feel as if I am free
falling. Falling into some dark place where my pleasure is the only
thing that matters.

I sigh and moan. My whole body is pulsating and heaving
with raging desire and sensuality. My skin is glistening and
glowing, and I am blushing deeply all over. This hot, punishing air
is like a lover, demanding yet giving, pleasuring and consuming.
Unconsciously, I try to spread my legs apart, wanting to feel more of
this searing, hot air against my sex.

The air begins to move more furiously, swirling and
churning against my skin. Beads of sweat ooze from my pores and I
begin to pant softly. I can feel the wetness between my legs,
dripping down into the crack of my butt. I strain to spread my legs
wider but the clamps don't budge. I try flexing my knees, hoping to
part my legs but instead I feel metal arms push against my thighs,
forcing them tightly together.

“
What? What the...?” I writhe, trying to
part my legs to allow the air that is so full of the smell and heat
of sex to press up against me. When the metal arms don't budge, I
let out a low, feral growl of frustration.

I start to clench my aching muscles, feeling the
emptiness acutely. I want to be fucked, hard, furiously, urgently!
I struggle to spread my legs, to ease the growing ache and hunger
spreading through my body but the clamps hold them tightly in place.
I arch my back as the air blows against my hardened nipples, stroking
them, sucking them, punishing them. More, more, more, I want to
scream. My whole body is drenched in sweat as the heat presses down
on me. Something drips onto my breast. I force my eyes open to see
smoldering drops of a clear liquid drip from a nozzle on top of the
sphere. The liquid lands on various parts of my body, scorching my
skin for just an instant before melting into a gentle warmth. My
skin is reddening, tingling, sensitized and throbbing. The sharp
pain of the dripping liquid and the immediately warmth and comfort
which follows makes me moan in pleasure and delirium. This feels so
good, so damn good. The drops land on my thighs, legs, stomach,
shoulders, arms, breasts. I squirm as more drops plop onto my
breasts, cresting nearer and nearer to my nipples. My muscles are
clenching so hard, I can hardly breathe. Finally, the liquid lands
directly on my nipples and the searing, pulsing heat and pain sends
me over the edge. My whole body is on fire as I come undone. I grit
my teeth, feeling the flames of pleasure consume my body, spreading
and burning through my consciousness. I writhe and shudder as waves
of blinding pleasure wash over my body. Every muscle and nerve in my
body tightens and clenches painfully, beautifully, uncontrollably,
until finally my body releases me and I slump onto the table, spent
and sated. The white heat slowly drains from my mind and my eyes and
I gain a semblance of control over my senses.