How You Touch Me (2 page)

Taking a ragged breath, Julian wheeled the humongous
machine to the middle of the room and marched to the control panel at
the back of the machine. He keyed in all Sophia's vital statistics
in double-quick time while his resolve and restraint still held.

Sophia's eyes were wide and round. “This is...the
sex machine?”

Julian blew out a long breath. “I'd have
preferred you rest first, but...you're right. No point in waiting
and delaying. Needs must. So—” Without warning, he
yanked the sheet off the machine and grabbed Sophia's wrists tightly.
He had to do it quickly before whatever was left of his resolve
crumbled. With sharp, precise movements, he secured her wrists to
the metal cuffs at the top of the towering, metal contraption that
was the sex machine. But that was just what he called it. It was a
working name, for convenience. Machines didn't have sex; humans did.
Animals mate, but humans make love. Julian shook his head hard.
Making love to Sophia was out of the question right now.

Sophia twisted in the restraints. “W-what is
this?”

He didn't answer her. Instead, he concentrated on
adjusting the restraints and making sure she was held safely and
securely in position.

“
Julian.” Sophia turned to him. “Julian!
Let me go.”

But it was too late.

Everything was in place. The machine was already
humming to life.

He couldn't let her go now. The scientist in him was
fully engaged. He just had to make sure that everything was in order
and that she was safe and would remain so throughout the session.
She had signed up for this after all, and the experiment was already
underway.

All he could do now was check her position and make sure
the calibrations and readings were accurate. For her own safety, she
had to be restrained. He didn't want her breaking anything.
Kneeling, he snapped the cuffs around her ankles and hurried back to
the control panel. He punched in the numbers, calibrating the angle,
temperature, intensity and oxygen level and the machine whirred and
shuddered into motion. He watched the machine lower Sophia gently
onto a steel table, so that she was stretched out naked on her back,
her arms pulled high over her head.

Everything was ready.

Julian donned his latex gloves and surgical mask, and
went over to Sophia. “Sophia, listen to me.” Julian
bent over her, but he jerked when he saw the fear in her eyes.
“Hey,” he said softly. “Hey, it's okay.”

Quickly, he took off his surgical mask so that she could
see his face. “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,” he assured her. “Trust me, Sophia.”

He touched his nose to hers, resisting the urge to kiss
her. She nodded and he backed away, keeping his eyes on her to make
sure that she really was all right.

When he was sure that she had calmed down, he pressed a
button and immediately the curved glass panels rose from the metal
rung circling the steel table that Sophia was on. With a click, the
glass globe sealed completely, and the monitors beeped to life. He
checked the readings on all the screens. Her pulse, heart rate,
brain activity, blood pressure all seemed normal. The only thing
that wasn't normal was her breathing.

Julian grabbed the microphone and spoke into it
urgently, “Breathe, Sophia. Take deep, slow breaths.”

He knew she could hear him in the sphere. He watched
her turn her face towards the speaker at the side. “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,” he told her.

Sophia's voice came through the speaker at the side of
his monitor. “Sphere?” She began to turn and twist on
the table, and the monitor beeped a warning as her heart rate began
to climb.

“
Sophia, don't...just stop struggling and
listen...” Julian spoke rapidly.

Her voice rose. “Why am I in this...thing? 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!”

“
It's not like that,” Julian said, raking a
hand through his hair. He didn't want to frighten her. That was the
last thing he wanted. “I...this...this isn't going
well...maybe we should...” His eyes darted frantically to the
monitors and the controls. Could he shut the machine down now?
Would he be in time?

His hands flew to the keyboard. He began typing
furiously, trying to reverse the commands to the machine. But the
sex machine had already started to stimulate her senses. He was now
blocked from interfering and interrupting the process.

Breathlessly, he pressed his hand to the surface of the
glass globe and watched.

A thousand questions reeled through Julian's mind. What
was Sophia feeling right now? What was she thinking? Would she
orgasm? Would the machine be able to make her orgasm? Would this
even work?

He never took his eyes off her. He could see her
arousal as she writhed on the steel table. Beads of perspiration
rolled off her body as she arched her back and parted her lips to
moan and pant. Her nipples were shiny and dark against her heaving
breasts. Moisture was trickling down between her thighs onto the
surface of the steel table. Julian's hand shook against the glass
and he forced himself to move away. He had to get back to the
monitors and the control panel. He had to watch and monitor her
responses and note the changes in her body. He couldn't allow
himself to be distracted and aroused, even though the obvious desire
overtaking Sophia's body was driving him to the very edge.

Ignoring his agonizing erection, Julian concentrated on
the readings on the monitors. He noted the pressure and direction of
air movement in the sphere, and then glanced at Sophia. Her full
lips were parted and her eyes were closed. From the expression on
her face, he knew that her pleasure was cresting. Her breathing and
heart rate were climbing to a climax, and he knew that it was any
moment now. The suction in the sphere was making Sophia's skin red
and tender. Her nipples had been sucked and teased mercilessly, and
they had lengthened and darkened to perfection. She was so ripe and
ready.

The suction increased and warm liquid dripped from a
nozzle onto Sophia's sensitized skin. Sophia bucked violently and
there was a sudden surge in her pulse. The monitors beeped shrilly,
and he tore his eyes away from them in time to see her come. Her
hips rose and she erupted in sweat and tremors. When her body
finally stopped shuddering, he quickly worked the controls to release
her wrists and ankles from the cuffs. Fingers flying over the
keyboard, he released everything and with a hiss, the curved walls of
the globe retracted.

“
What the hell just happened...? How did...?”
Sophia managed to stutter breathlessly. She blinked and hugged
herself tightly as Julian approached her. He wrapped a coat around
her shoulders as she began to shiver.

“
You did well. You're all right now. You did so
well, Sophia.” He wanted to hug her and tell her that her very
first session with the sex machine had been a success. She was still
shaking and he wanted to hold her and soothe her but instead, she
began to cry. Her hot tears dripped onto his hand, hurting him more
than he thought possible.

“
You are perfect. I knew you were perfect. I
just knew,” he said softly. He wanted to tell her more, but
the words wouldn't come.

Helplessly, he tried to pull her close but she stumbled
away from him. “I...I'd prefer if you don't touch me right
now,” she hissed. She looked so lost and confused, and
hostile. He reached for her again, but she backed even further away
from him. She was withdrawing from him, distancing herself from him.
Julian's eyes blazed with pain and anger, anger at himself. How
could he have scared her so? He should have prepared her better,
tell her more about the intense sensations and orgasms that she was
likely to experience in the machine. But that would have interfered
with the results. To prevent himself from making a grab for her,
Julian shoved his hands into his pockets. He wanted to punch
something, himself, for the hurt and fear that he had caused her.

“
I'll go to my room now. I know the way.”
Sophia turned and ran out the door.

He knew he shouldn't follow her, but he had to. He
lunged after her, but froze when he saw her leaning against the door
to one of the guest bedrooms. She was shaking so badly. He wanted
to embrace her, but all she wanted was to be left alone right now.
He had to respect that.

She whirled round suddenly to face him, her face a mask
of hostility. Taken aback, Julian staggered, “Would you
like...”

“
No! No, no, just no...” Ducking into the
room, Sophia slammed the door in his face and he heard the lock turn.

Julian closed his eyes, his chest constricting. He
should be celebrating, but instead he was beating himself up. The
sex machine had worked beautifully on the subject. The first
exploratory orgasm had been perfect. Both machine and specimen had
performed to expectation. He knew, he just knew the moment he saw
her at his gates, that she was the one. It was a success.
Everything had gone well. So why the hell was he feeling this
terrible ache in his heart, like a thousand arrows had pierced right
through it?

He went back to the laboratory and flicked off all the
switches, powering down the sex machine and all the computers.
Pulling the door of his laboratory shut behind him, he left his work
and his research in darkness and pushed into his bedroom. He sat
down heavily on his bed and hunched forward, elbows on his knees.

That woman.

Sophia Adams.

She was so damn perfect.

The images pounded through his head. Her shy smile, her
lips, her large, beautiful eyes looking up at him, her arms around
his neck, her soft, naked body, how she moved, how she looked when
she climaxed...her tears as she ran from him...

The ache hit Julian hard. Frustrated, he pushed off the
bed, peeling off his clothes roughly as he made his way to the
shower. A cold shower was what he needed right now. No, he needed
Sophia right now, but he shouldn't be near her. Not tonight.

He turned the water on full blast, hoping that the cold
water would douse his flaming desire and rid him of his urges and
frustration. No such luck. He still saw her in excruciating detail.
What he wouldn't give right now to have her in his arms and in his
bed. But no. He mustn't touch her. That would not be right. It
would just mess everything up. The results of all his research and
experimentation would just go up in smoke. He punched the wall,
letting the water hammer his back.

By the time he stepped out of the shower, he was still
rock hard. He was so hard it was painful. He wrapped a towel around
his waist and flung his dripping body onto the bed. Why can't he get
this woman out of his mind? She was driving him to distraction. His
uncontrollable desire for her was escalating and surging so wildly it
shocked him, and there was not a damn thing he could do about it.

But he could at least take care of his throbbing, rock
hard erection that was tormenting him no end.

With his eyes closed, he finally gave in to his urges.
He let the images play through his mind, giving his mind and body
free reign to roam and explore every memory and image of her. He
could see Sophia's naked body, glistening with sweat and desire,
stretched out on the steel table. His imagination and desire took
over, and his bed replaced the cold steel table. He could still see
Sophia clearly in his mind, his arms stretched high above her head,
but she was no longer lying on the steel table in the machine. She
was spread out on his bed, her eyes locked on him and his huge cock.
He groaned and grabbed a fistful of his satin sheets. The image was
so real. He wanted to fool himself that she was really in his bed,
waiting for him, wanting him.

He could almost smell her. Her legs were parted, and
the sweet smell of her sex called to him. He wanted to taste her,
lick her and suck her clit and savor her juices. He would push his
tongue deep into her slit and tongue-fuck her. He would drive her
out of her mind, like she was driving him out of his.

Moaning, Julian allowed his hand to move down his wet
body and stroke his swollen cock. He touched himself, as he thought
of Sophia. He wanted to press his cock against her soft body as she
writhed beneath him in his bed. He would kiss and suck her quivering
breasts as she raised her arms above her head in surrender. Slowly
and tortuously, he'd run his tongue and lips over her nipples, and
suck and bite them until she cried out. With the wetness growing
between her legs, he would finger her, spreading her juices over her
clit and rubbing it until it was hard and pulsing under his thumb.
And he would keep tasting and licking her until she shuddered and
screamed. He imagined pushing her knees apart to spread her even
wider as he entered her. He would penetrate her slowly, to allow her
to adjust to his girth and length. Inch by inch he would enter her
until he was completely buried inside her body.