How You Tempt Me

HOW YOU TEMPT ME

AN EROTIC ROMANCE

(The Sex Machine: Book 1)

By

Natalie Kristen

Copyright
© 2013 Natalie Kristen

ALL
RIGHTS RESERVED

This
is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are
used fictitiously or are the products of the author's imagination.
Any resemblance to actual locales, events, establishments or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

*****

When Sophia
answers a mysterious but lucrative advertisement, she comes face to
face with the handsome, rich but reclusive Dr. Julian James. He
offers her a contract—she is to remain in his mansion and test
a sex machine for three weeks. Her responses and reactions in the
machine will be closely monitored by Julian for his research on human
sexuality. Unable to resist the man and the money, she signs the
contract. But has she signed up for more than she bargained for?

*****

The woman moaned, and Dr. Julian James suckled her
harder. He moved his mouth between both her ample breasts, sucking
and licking her hard, erect nipples until she began to writhe on the
steel table.

“
Oh, don't stop, Doctor! Touch me, please, go
lower,” she panted.

Julian pulled himself away from her heaving breasts and
came up for air. He stared down at the naked woman sprawled on the
metal operating table in the middle of his home office. Her soft,
white skin was covered in a sheen of perspiration, and her blond hair
hung over the edge of the table like a curtain. He had no doubt that
many men would find her beautiful, attractive, sexy, someone they
would definitely want to fuck. Julian mopped his brow. He was a man
all right, but at this moment, his brain and his senses were engaged
as a scientist. He had to please her, touch her, pleasure her, all
in the name of science.

“
Doctor!” the woman raised her head and
squealed. “Where are you? Why have you stopped? Don't stop,
I'm so close...”

Julian grabbed a pen off the side table with one hand
and pulled the cap off with his teeth. With one hand and his mouth
occupied, he had only his other hand to work with. Balancing his
clipboard on one knee, he moved his left hand between the woman's
legs while his right hand struggled to record as legibly as possible
all his findings.

The woman groaned as his fingers found her clit and
started rubbing. “Oh, oh, oh!” She spread her legs
wider and gyrated her hips, urging him to increase the pace and
friction.

Scribbling furiously, Julian blinked the sweat out of
his eyes, trying to concentrate on the paper and the woman
simultaneously. He glanced at his clock on the opposite wall. It
was twenty-seven minutes exactly. He had been stimulating her
breasts and nipples for twenty-seven minutes, but she hadn't
climaxed. Something had to be tweaked—pardon the pun. He had
been tweaking and teasing her nipples for close to half an hour now,
but he hadn't succeeded in bringing her to orgasm. The woman had
made it clear herself. That just wasn't working for her. She wanted
to be touched between the legs.

He wrote as much down as he could, raking his dark eyes
over her glistening body. Nipples erect, chest heaving, pores open
with goosebumps appearing on breasts, arms and neck. He removed his
left hand from her clit to observe the flow of moisture and the
contractions and quivering between her thighs. The woman whimpered
in protest at the loss of contact.

“
Dr. James!” she cried shrilly, moving her
hips and rubbing her pert, round butt against the metal surface.

“
Hang on, just a sec,” he grunted,
scratching out some errors and scrawling down the rest of his
observations. He only hoped that he'd be able to read his own
handwriting later on.

“
In me,” she begged. “Inside
me...please...”

Julian grabbed his latex gloves from the tray and
snapped them on. He pushed one finger tentatively at the lip of her
opening and felt her squeeze hard. She was tight, but she was very
wet. He slipped one finger, then another, inside her without
difficulty. He remained still, his fingers deep inside her, feeling
her muscles squeeze and contract in anticipation. When he still
refused to move his hand, she began to gyrate her hips, moving
herself around his still fingers.

“
Ooh, mmmmm...” she moaned as she rotated
her hips faster. “Move, come on, start pumping!” she
commanded.

Julian frowned and started to slide his fingers slowly
in and out of her body. He curled his fingers to stroke her walls as
he moved out inch by inch. The woman groaned as he rotated his hand
from side to side, and increased his pace. It was demanding work and
he had to stand up to avoid spraining his wrist. He pushed three
fingers into her, stretching her as he pumped and corkscrewed into
her. The sensation seemed to drive her wild, and she pulled her
knees up to her chest to allow him to drive deeper into her.

Julian could see that her clit was hard and throbbing,
and just begging to be touched and sucked. He knew that all he had
to do was run his tongue hard over it and she would come undone. But
he resisted, and when he still refused to touch her clit even when
she begged him to, the woman decided to take things into her own
hands. She moved her hand down her body, wetting her fingers on her
own sweat-drenched skin and fingered her short, curly pubic hair for
a few seconds. But before her trembling, manicured fingers could
find her pulsing nub, Julian wrenched her hand away. “Don't,”
he growled, gripping her wrist.

“
Why?” she pouted, raising her head to
squint at him between her legs. “You won't do it, so...what's
a girl to do?”

She tried to pull her hand free, to do what the stupid
doctor was stubbornly refusing to do. The ache between her legs was
becoming unbearable, spreading up her entire body, just panting to be
released.

Julian drove his fingers harder and faster into her, and
her hips bucked fiercely, rattling the table. Her hand twisted in
Julian's grip, as she panted, “Please...give it to me...”

He could feel her juices coating his glove as he pumped
furiously, curling his fingers and rotating his wrist. The woman's
hand slackened in Julian's grip and he released her cautiously. She
flung both arms over her head, surrendering to Julian's ministrations
and moaned. “Faster, please, faster!”

Julian took a shuddering breath, and tried his best to
keep up. His wrist was sore, and his arm was tired. He was
beginning to lose all feeling in his hand even as he forced himself
to keep going. This was damn hard work. He was afraid he might just
lose consciousness if this went on for much longer.

“
Harder, please, more...oh!” Julian doubled
his efforts as the woman clenched down hard on his trembling fingers.
Her back arched and he saw goosebumps erupt all over her skin. Her
nipples rose, dark and shiny, against the swell of her breasts. She
screamed as she came, and Julian kept moving his hand, milking her as
her pussy leaked and spurted its warm, creamy juices down her legs
and onto the steel tabletop. Even through his latex glove, he could
feel her searing heat and delicious, intoxicating juices. The scent
of her arousal, her sweat and sex filled the room. For the first
time since she shed her clothes, Julian felt his groin stir with
desire.

As the woman's body started to relax, he slowly withdrew
his hand. Her face was flushed and her full lips curved in a
contented smile. “That was amazing, Doctor,” she purred,
pushing herself up on her elbows. “Now, are you going to fuck
me properly? With your cock, and not your fingers.” She eyed
his erection straining against his pants and licked her lips.
“...and perhaps we could have sex in your bed, and not in
your...” She wrinkled her nose as she looked around. “...um,
workshop. Though I've never been fucked on a steel table or a
trolley...” She raised an eyebrow at the various metal
trolleys cluttered with trays, instruments, syringes and other
equipment around the room. “You sure bring your work home,
Doc,” she muttered, as she sat up.

“
I do most of my work from home,” Julian
answered quietly and a little awkwardly.

“
So cute,” the woman teased and sauntered
over to him. “Well, do you want to do something about...that?”
She reached out and stroked his crotch lightly with a finger.

Julian jumped back, crashing into a laden trolley. A
tray clattered to the floor. “No!”

The woman laughed. It was a cute, sexy laugh, but it
unnerved him.

“
I mean, no, no thank you,” he gulped. He
grabbed his wrist and rubbed it. There really was no feeling in his
left hand. Shit. But he wasn't about to admit it to her. Forcing a
lopsided smile to his face, he jerked his hand behind his back. She
was still inching nearer and nearer to him, her hips swaying as she
gradually closed the distance between them.

“
Why did you bring me home? It can't be just to
get me off, can it?” she asked incredulously. He nodded and
her sniggering subsided once she realized that he wasn't joking. And
he was serious as hell about not fucking her. She frowned at him, as
he kept backing away until his back was against the door. She eyed
him suspiciously, and with a tinge of regret. Why were the
good-looking ones always the weird ones? He was a handsome man, with
wavy, brown hair and dark, intelligent eyes. He had a strong jaw
that was covered with stubble, and broad, muscular shoulders that was
evident, even under his white coat. Even when the woman stood on the
tip of her toes, she couldn't reach his lips with hers. The good
doctor was well over six feet. She narrowed her eyes at this
handsome, young doctor. Smart, built like an athlete, tall and
masculine, maybe late thirties or early forties...but he wasn't
interested in fucking her. What was wrong with him? Maybe he had
some disease. She stepped away in a hurry, and exhaled only when she
remembered that he had worn gloves.

“
You...” He frowned. Now what was her
name? He didn't have to fill in her name in his records; she would
just be given a number, but still, he should have at least tried to
remember their names. Julian shook his head. “I...I'm very
sorry.”

“
Oh, don't be. You were great. I think.”
The woman shrugged and picked her clothes up from the chair. “I'll
still get paid, right?”

“
Yes, yes of course.” Julian started. He
pushed off the door quickly and hurried over to a corner table. As
the woman dressed, he opened the top drawer and pulled out his
wallet. He counted out the notes and spun round when he heard her
step up behind him.

Julian handed her the notes and watched her count them.
She was an attractive woman, curvy, blond, with large eyes and tits.
Julian wondered if he shouldn't be feeling more desire and lust for
this luscious, wonderful specimen. Specimen! Damn, that was it.
His research and experiments were beginning to take a toll on his
libido. He could no longer look at a beautiful woman without
thinking of his research. The perks and perils of his job. Sex was
his job. He was a researcher and consultant on human sexuality and
his present study involved female orgasms.

He raked his long fingers through his messy, brown hair
as the woman smiled up at him. “It was a pleasure doing
business with you, Dr. James.”

He had wanted to reply, the pleasure's all mine, but the
words died in his throat. This was not pleasure. It was work, hard,
exhausting work.

After he had finally seen the woman off in a cab and
closed the front door, Julian staggered into his office and slumped
into his leather chair. As he waited for his computer to power up,
he massaged his numb hand and tried to look through his notes.
Shaking his head and blowing out a long breath, he mumbled, “There's
just no damn way I can keep this up. I'll never be able to finish
this. I need a fucking sex machine...before I fucking kill myself!”

I stand outside the tall, metal gates and glance down at
the crumpled advertisement in my fist. The address is correct, but—a
thousand buts, is this the right place? Should I go through with it?
But I've come all this way; should I turn back now?