“I’m not aroused,” she snapped.

“Your elevated heart rate and dilated pupils suggest otherwise.” His hand moved higher, hovering near her exposed sex. “As does this soaking wet pussy.”

Hailey wanted to argue, to tell him he was wrong, but his sudden shift from clinical to… not clinical… had both caught her off guard and deepened her blush. Despite the humiliation, she could feel her own wetness now dripping down her thighs and her clit throbbed almost painfully.

“Fuck you,” she whispered.

His only response was to move her into a new position. Over the next few seconds, she was rotated slowly backwards until she was flat on her back in midair, as if lying on a doctor’s exam table, after which her arms were stretched out above her head. Then, to her utter horror, she felt her knees lift to her chest and then part as widely as they could without causing discomfort.

Once absolutely everything was exposed to his view, Soren reached up and rested a hand gently on one of Hailey’s quivering breasts. He brushed his thumb over the rapidly stiffening nipple softly, then looked at her with a gaze that was almost possessive.

“Is this going to hurt?” she asked.

“Parts of it,” he replied simply. “But I think we both know those parts will only make you wetter.” And with those words, he pinched her nipple hard enough to earn a yelp… and another gush of arousal.

“I’m going to tease your body for a little while, Hailey. Then I’m going to make you come in a few different ways. This will give me the data I need to complete my assessment.”

“Are you going to fuck me afterwards?” she found herself blurting out.

Why the hell had that sounded hopeful?

“Would you like me to fuck you afterwards, Hailey?”

Embarrassed and irritated by her previous way-sluttier-than-intended question, Hailey snapped back, “What I’d like you to go fuck is yourself.”

“I’m going to especially enjoy it when it’s time to fuck this tight little hole,” he said, apparently by way of reply. His words were followed by his finger roving over her exposed anus.

Goddamn him.

Partly to change the subject and partly out of curiosity, Hailey summoned the courage to ask, “I thought you said you were going to measure my responses. I don’t see any instruments.”

“This whole room is the instrument, Hailey. Every detail of every one of your body’s reactions is being measured at every moment. Perhaps if you’re a good girl, I’ll show you some of the data later.”

No sentence with the word data in it had ever made her pussy clench before, but that one did.

Straightening up, he switched to his clinical tone again. “We’ll start with this,” he said, brushing his thumb over her mouth, “And finish with this,” he ran his fingers down her body slowly until he was trailing them over her quivering labia.