“If you wish to continue with this program, you need to cooperate, though for the life of me, I cannot see why you would want to. It is your relationship that needs attention, not your sensuality.”
Her eyes flashed. “I have no choice.”
“That, in itself, is wholly wrong,” he countered, striving to contain his frustration. “Why, Clemmie?”
“I have my reasons and nothing can change. For now,” she answered tensely.
He sighed. “I know you to be a strong, free spirit, Clemmie. But I fear that same spirit will not be able to turn on your sensuality at will when you feel you have to with Henry, whatever we do here. It is too strong to allow you to give your body to him and service him, because that is who you are and you need to be loved to fire up your sensuality.”
“Unless it is a one-night stand with Stellan Stirling, intelligent, desirable doctor, who fucks as I need to be fucked,” she whispered longingly.
He leaned his hands on the couch and hung his head, his breathing tight. “Clemmie…”
“You want it, too. I know you do,” she said earnestly. “You want what we had.”
He turned his head to look at her. Straightening, he reached out and stroked her face, pushing her hair away, his eyes filled with longing. “As it is, it cannot be. It is what it is. You are about to be married and we have a job to do. Unless you wish to leave.”
Reaching up, she placed her hand on his, resting on her face, to feel his warmth leave him for her, and shook her head. “No. If this is all we have, we continue. Dr. Stirling.”
Turning, she lay back down on the couch, holding his gaze, and pulled her gown wide apart, once more the naked sacrifice for his touch.
“Sure?” he asked, looking into her eyes, trying to read her.
She nodded.
Reaching around, he pulled the clamps over and rested them on her stomach. Her nipples puckered, waiting.
“Just need to tweak your nipples a little more to take the clamps, Clemmie.”
She swallowed hard as he took her nipples. With a glance down, she watched his skilled hands rolling, pulling and pinching them to draw them up. Watched each nipple rise and fall between his fingers. The tug in her flesh was divine. His hands so knowing.
In a quick movement, he pulled each nipple hard and deftly attached the clamps. She cried out with the burning pain as the cold metal bit into her soft flesh and her stomach clenched.
He took her hands in his. “The pain will settle very soon, Clemmie. Squeeze my hands until it eases.”
Her breathing slowed. Releasing her hands, he moved to the bottom of the couch and, reaching underneath, he pulled out straps from each side, loosely securing them around her knees. He pressed a button, and the couch began to elevate her knees. He pushed another and slowly the couch split and separated them, pushing her legs outward until her genitals were fully exposed and stretched wide. Her back arched in protest against the sharp breast clamps and her stretched legs, a moan escaping from her lips.
“Try and relax, Clemmie,” he said as he pulled on sterile gloves. “I’m going to examine your lips, clitoris, vagina, and anus and assess your fluid output. Then the monitor will increase the clamping on your breasts and I can reassess. Has the discomfort eased?”
“I suppose…” she said, unsettled. “What do you expect? It’s not natural.”
The air was cool on her exposed flesh, but with his touch between her legs, the blood pumped into her lips. He ran his fingers up and down, each side, gently squeezing and pulling. Tugging back her hood, he held her throbbing clitoris and it pulsed against his fingers. He observed the soft redness of her waiting vagina.
“I’m going to slip my fingers into your vagina now, Clemmie. Examine you internally. It won’t hurt.”
No, it won’t hurt, but it will be desperately wanting.
He pushed into her wet hole and, at last, she felt filled by him. The soft pressure of his fingers, moving and vital inside her, the light nudging of her clitoris, the gorgeous doctor between her legs, was tipping her toward orgasm. But, in a moment, he withdrew his hand and the bliss seeped away. Turning, he grabbed a long rod from the trolley and pushed it inside her.
“What’s that?” she asked nervously, feeling the cold metal rigid inside her.
“It’s a probe to assess your lubrication and contractions,” he answered shortly, holding the rod steady. “The monitor will increase the pressure in the clamps. It won’t take long so stick with it.”
Immediately, the clamping of her breasts grew tighter.
“Stellan!” she cried out as stinging pain shot through her, looking down at her trapped nipples protruding from the clamps, reddened with engorgement.
“Just a little more, Clemmie. Almost there.”
Her breathing was shallow, swept up with the strangely sublime pain and unable yet to be free. She could not hold on much longer, but another sensation started deep in her bottom as he screwed his finger inside her, through her sensitive rim.
“Stellan!” she gasped again. Her back arched, but only served to tighten the tug of the clamps. She could feel his finger push in and out of her bottom hole. Crazy sensations, intense with her breasts crying out for release at the same time. “No more, Stellan!”
Instantly, the pain died in her bitten breasts as he hit the button to stop the clamping and his finger slipped out of her bottom. At her side, he gently unclamped the biting metal, her body lurching with relief, and she fell back on the couch. But sensations still surged through her body. Her heart thumped, her clit throbbed, her vagina pulsed, her bottom raged for penetration, and her breasts needed solace. And as her body longed for relief, she was hot and wet. Tears of need trickled from her closed eyes, down her flushed face.
“Do you want to orgasm, Clemmie?” The soothing richness of his voice at her side cut through her mind, blown by sensation, unfinished and needy. His warm hands were gently massaging her pubes again, so softly, and easing her aching breasts.
Unable to speak, she nodded, almost imperceptibly. Through her befuddled fog, she felt him move from her side to between her legs, pulling out the long probe and releasing the straps from her knees, but he left her legs wide. Then all the suffering became worthwhile as she felt his longed-for fingers caressing her wet genitals, teasing her clit, slipping into her hot hole, and breaching her bottom.
She cried out, gasping, as ecstasy flooded over her.
“Come on, Clemmie,” his voice whispered, massaging her skillfully. “Just let it all go.”
His touch was all that was needed to draw all the sensations together as one and waterfall through her body. She shuddered uncontrollably, prolonging her blissful orgasm as she shook against his teasing fingers.
His hands left her body. She lay still, exhausted. The robotic cameras above whirred into position between her legs and snapped photos of her aroused genitals, but she cared little.
If only she could touch him as he had her.
She could not speak and he let her recover in silence. He cared for her, wiping her gently between her legs, covering her with a blanket. And left her to work at his desk as she rested. With time, she opened her eyes to reality and turned to look at him.
“Stellan?” she said quietly, pushing herself up, sitting on the edge of the couch, clutching the blanket around her. “Is that what doctors do? Or was it you with me? Really with me?”
He looked up at her. “It’s what we do here. You know our work here is specialized.”
She was crestfallen, hope leaving her.
“But,” he carried on carefully. “I cannot say I was not invested more personally in this.”
“Invested, Stellan? Is that all you can say? Was it not more than business?” she implored.
He watched her thoughtfully. And nodded. “It did mean more to me,” he admitted. “But I cannot commit more than that. Nor should you take more from it.”
She held his gaze, waiting for more, but nothing came. He was not going to change.
“I understand,” she conceded, her heart sinking. She wriggled off the couch, pushing the blanket to one side and pulling the robe around herself. Tentatively, she walked toward him.
Jumping up, he guided her to a chair at his desk. “Sit down, Clemmie, and take it slowly. Your body needs to recover. I should have insisted you were seen by another practitioner at the outset,” he began.
She shook her head. “Henry would never have agreed to it. And on what grounds? Personal interest? You’d already had sex with the client, your betrothed? You had no choice, Stellan. You know that. I’m sorry you have been put in this impossible position. I should have refused to comply with Henry to avoid this.”
He leaned back in his chair and raised his hands. “Clemmie, I know enough about you to know that that was an equally impossible thing for you to do. We are where we are. Have you heard from Henry?”
She shook her head. “No. I’ve no idea when he will be back. Did the tests tell you anything?”
He sighed, flicking on the computer screen. “They show what we both already know. That you are very sexually responsive and your responses increase quickly, liberally, and intensely to the correct or desired stimulation. You need to harness that when you are with Henry to satisfy him. If that is the outcome you truly want. And is that even possible for you?”
He looked over to her, his eyes dark and doubtful.
Looking down at her hands, she struggled to keep them still. “No. I have already tried. And, after you…” Her voice trailed off.
Silence hung between them. There was nowhere to go.