Free Orgasm University by Jennifer Kacey

I come? I need it, please, please, I—”
    “Come, Victoria. Come for me.” He swiped his thumb across
her clit, dislodging the suction cup. She arched off the table again as much as
her bonds would let her.
    Ecstasy wasn’t something she knew before that moment. Bliss
was only a word in the dictionary. But no longer were they just words to be
wished for.
    She knew them.
    They filled her pussy and ass, multiplying with every pump
of his fist, every swipe of his thumb, every twist of his thick digits deep
inside her core.
    Her moan burst forth, filling the room with a staccato groan
of pleasure.
    She forgot to breathe. No other thought could survive
through the blanket of satisfaction covering her from head to curled toes.
    He played her body like a fine-tuned instrument. No one else
knew how to make her sing. Her hips moved on their own, her strength long ago
depleted.
    Deliberately, his fingers slowed, her hum of happiness
followed each shallow thrust until they slipped free.
    Everything was nearly perfect in that moment. If he was
naked and inside her, then it would be complete. She opened her mouth, peeking
at him, but his jaw was set, his nostrils flared. He looked intense.
    Her heart ratcheted up to another level. With everything
they’d done, he never looked like that before.
    He removed all of the bandages and equipment from her body.
He cleaned her up. She was so out of it, she could have sworn it felt like he
licked her, but her eyelids were too heavy to check. He picked her up and
carried her to the chair in the corner. He sat, holding her in his lap.
    Tears ran down her cheeks, knowing that was it. She should
be happy, but utter sadness gripped her and wouldn’t let go.
    He soothed her as she cried on his shoulder, clutching his
neck, knowing their time was almost up. He petted her back, her hip, a thigh.
He whispered things to her, but her brain wouldn’t slow down or speed up enough
to catch any of what he said.
    Finally at the end, minutes later, she calmed down enough to
really hear him.
    “You’ve made exceptional progress. I’m so glad you joined
the study, Jane.”
    She was nothing to him but a research subject.
    Nothing more. Every time she really thought they were
getting closer, it was just her, for obvious reasons.
    She was being stupid and childish and she needed to get a
grip. So he gave her an orgasm…
    Okay, a handful of them in less than an hour, but still.
Orgasms shouldn’t be the number one checkmark on a relationship to-do list.
    “I’m ready to go,” she whispered. Lingering over something
that was never going to happen was torture. She just needed to make a clean
break of him, and completely avoid this portion of campus for the
next…millennia.
    He eyed her, helping her up, making sure she could stand on
her own. He must not have liked what he saw because he helped her get changed,
which he’d never done before. She wanted to roll her eyes or throw another pity
party. Get a grip.
    He walked her back up to the front without even a word and
held the door open for her to step through, into the waiting room. He took her
arm, thumbing the skin beneath her sleeve to lean in close to her ear. “I hope
you find what you’re looking for, Jane.”
    “Good luck with your next Jane, Dr. Hot…lidge.” Victoria
tried to smile, but it just wasn’t in her. “Very nice meeting you.”
    He grinned, closing the door just as one of the other nurses
handed Victoria a clipboard with another questionnaire on it.
    Knowing her knees weren’t going to hold her any longer, she
collapsed into one of the chairs close to the glass window. She filled out her
exit survey, shaking the entire time.
    Dr. Hottie’s voice penetrated through the thin glass
partition that stood slightly ajar.
    “I’m ready to meet with #143. I think she’s absolutely
perfect and just what I’ve been looking for. And on the flip side, Jane Smith
#129 needs to be completely dismissed from the study.”
    “Dismissed?”