Chapter 39 It’s My Turn to Use the Sex Box #2
“I look forward to the Gen2 model, then.” Hudson chuckled and slid the toy into my center, filling me up. I let out a little gasp at the incursion. “Are you comfortable?”
How cute. He thought I was in pain. Quite the opposite. A few inches of movement without these restraints holding me back, and I probably could have made myself cum in a matter of seconds. “I’m already at a seven.”
“What does that mean?”
“We use sliding scales for different points in the testing process. The testers are supposed to note when certain things increase their proximity to orgasm. Zero means that you’re not even touching yourself, no excitement at all. Ten is an orgasm.”
“Good to know. I’ll expect you to inform me if that changes. I want a good show out of you. It’s the only way I’ll be able to stay hard for fifteen minutes while the mold cures.”
His every word was a tease. A tease teasing yet another tease. Not only would he be in control of The Fantasy, but he was going to make me wait the full fifteen minutes of his own delayed gratification before allowing me to cum.
Maybe even longer.
As if to punctuate that point, he peeled off his clothes stitch by painful stitch. The sensors across my body taunted me with their stillness. I wanted to keen against my restraints. And then, when he was finished, he sauntered over until his length dangled just out of kissing range above me.
“You said I need to be fully erect to use the kit, right? Well, I may need some help with that.”
He didn’t. His cock was as hard as I’d ever seen it. But when he brushed it against my cheek, my mouth opened for him without a second thought. I didn’t even have time to breathe before he bottomed out in me.
I might have been tied up, but that didn’t stop me from worshipping his length with a ferocity I’d never before unleashed.
He tasted divine, and I wanted all of him—especially since none of The Fantasy components were on.
This was the only sexual stimulation I had at the moment, and I was not about to let a second go to waste.
I worked his cock with my mouth, gagging and stretching myself until I thought he would cum right then and there.
Before he could, though, he retreated from me, firmly pressing my head back against my lounger. “That’s enough, I think. Don’t want you getting too excited before we’ve even turned The Fantasy on.”
What a bastard. I groaned and gritted my teeth against the yearning.
He made quick work of pulling up his own chair to my side and sliding his cock into the Clone-A-Dick tube. He cringed at the cold, awkward sensation, set an alarm on his phone, then switched over to the control app for The Fantasy.
Fifteen minutes. Ready…go.
“Engaging first protocol now,” Hudson said. “You should feel a smooth, loving set of sensations.”
“I do,” I confirmed.
“Tell me what you’re experiencing in as much detail as possible. I want to confirm that the software is communicating what I want it to be doing.”
“It’s, hm, brushing my nipples very lightly. Almost too lightly.”
He hummed. “It’s drawing you out.”
“And it almost feels like it’s…like it’s kissing my clit. Really soft, though. Almost more like it’s breathing against me than kissing me.”
“No internal stimulation?”
“No, and it’s driving me crazy.”
“Excellent. Exactly what I wanted.”
The Fantasy was made for variety, surprise, and best-ever climaxes. It could do anything, and most things all at once. But he’d chosen to start off slow, which was driving me crazy. I was turned on, but not close enough to orgasm yet.
I tested my restraints. No, they weren’t going to budge, nor was Hudson going to let me out of them. He leaned back in his chair, holding his concealed cock with one hand and his phone with the other, controlling my every sensation.
“How long does this portion last?” I asked.
“Let’s call it a calibration phase. I could make it go on forever,” he mused. “Keep you whimpering like that. See how long it takes for you to pass out from need.”
“You can’t do that—”
My words died in a cry when both of my nipples were bitten—or, at least, The Fantasy made it feel like they had been.
Hudson’s fingers, those culprits, hovered over the control app’s keyboard, but he couldn’t have looked less guilty, especially not when the kissing returned in quiet, reverent earnest.
“Don’t you want complete research?”
“Yes.”
“Then be a good little test subject and enjoy my coding handiwork. You wouldn’t believe how much time I spent designing this protocol for you.
The last few days, whenever you were busy with work and I couldn’t convince you to peel away for a quick office fuck…
I built this so my sexual fantasies had somewhere to go. What level are you on now?”
The biting had taken me up a notch. Then, the thought that he’d been in his dark bedroom, poring over his laptop, stroking his cock with one hand while designing a sex fantasy for me with the other, sent me to a whole new level.
“A seven point five.”
“We can do better than that.”
And he did. All at once, my body was assaulted by the very device I’d built.
“Shit—”
“That’s not particularly descriptive, Scout,” he goaded.
Fuck. How was I supposed to get words out when my body was overstimulated in nearly every way?
“It’s like there are so many mouths on me…
Two circling each nipple. Kissing down my stomach.
And fingers running along my pussy while a mouth works my clit.
It’s like I’m being touched by a couple of people, not just one. ”
“I made an on-the-fly adjustment. Wanted you to revisit your strip club experience—but even more intense. Is it more intense, Scout?”
“Yes,” I hissed. Then the stimulation stopped. “Hey—”
“You were too close to an eight. I had to pull you back. We’ve barely even started.” Oblivious to the little moan of disappointment I let out, he tapped again on his keyboard. “What’s happening now?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t hold back. Your feedback is very important. I built this protocol for you. It should be exactly what you want.”
“What I want is to cum.”
“If I can’t cum for the next”—he checked his phone’s timer—“nine minutes, forty-five seconds, then neither can you. Sorry. I think it’s only fair. Now. Tell me. What’s happening to that perfect body of yours?”
I swallowed, hard. “The phallus filled me, but it’s not doing anything.”
Tap, tap, tap. A buzz filled the quiet air of the room. And my cunt. “And now?”
“Yes. It’s slowly vibrating.”
Tap, tap, tap-tap. “And now?”
My hips tried to defy my restraints, but I was pinned too fast. All I could do was lie back and be taken. “It’s fucking me. Hudson, I need more—”
“You’ll get what I give you.” He smirked down at me. “For science.”
The phallus had hit a rhythm now. My G-spot pulsed beneath it. He let it go on for torturously long. Time stopped having meaning to me. There was nothing in my world but the pursuit of pleasure and the sight of Hudson squirming, desperate to whip his cock out of its cloning mold and fuck me.
“Where are you now?” he asked eventually.
“Eight.”
Tap, tap, tap-tap-tap.
Shit, now my clit was being vibrated and sucked. The cock inside me was warming and gaining speed. And my nipples were alternately pinched and kissed. It all blurred in a blissful swirl, until I didn’t know where I ended and the oncoming climax began.
When the tapping stopped, the ministrations continued.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Like this was a terrible idea, you bastard—”
He clucked his tongue. Somehow, the condescending lilt of his voice only made him sexier. “That’s no way to cum. Remember, I can take this mold off and make myself climax any time I want. You, on the other hand, are tied up and at my mercy.”
Everything inside me stopped—The Fantasy instantly powered down.
This time, I screamed. Not a whimper.
“Enjoying yourself?” he taunted. “How is The Fantasy, Dr. Porter? Everything you dreamed of?”
His fingers danced over his screen. A few clicks and I would be the most rapturous girl in the world, cumming on a machine I built and that my boyfriend controlled.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, it’s perfect.”
“So you admit it,” he said. “You can build great things. You’re not a fuckup. On the contrary, you’re amazing.”
“I didn’t say that—”
The toy lowered its intensity to a quiet purr. I huffed.
“Fine, okay? I can build great things. I’m not a fuckup. I can do anything I put my mind to. I’m amazing. I am amazing—”
Another three-word sentence danced on my tongue. I swallowed it back. Not that it mattered much anyway. Hudson was cat-with-canary grinning now, satisfied by my confession.
“How about a little reward?”
Yesyesyes. My body hummed in anticipation. He tapped a few keys, and all at once, The Fantasy roared to action.
A wall of sensation slammed into me. I was so close. I was going to cum, I was going to cum—
Then, as if a massive power outage struck just my table and nothing else in the building, the entire suit died, leaving me wobbling over the precipice of a world-shaking orgasm.
I screamed from the unfairness of it all. Twisting my head, I glared daggers at the so-called scientist in charge of this so-called experiment. “You fucking bastard—”
All at once, he was aw-shucks Hudson again, eyes widening at his phone screen, which wasn’t responding to any of his frantic tippy-taps. “No, that wasn’t me.”
The adrenaline rushed from my body. Oh, this wasn’t part of our little game.
Awesome. Just my luck. Sex-tortured and I didn’t even get my promised orgasm in the end.
“Shit, there must be a short somewhere in the wiring,” I said. “Get me out of this thing and I’ll have a look.”
No dice. The timer went off.
Fifteen minutes was up.
Giving up on his phone, Hudson withdrew his cock from the mold, removed the protective condom separating his cock from the solution, cleaned himself with a nearby intimate wipe, and stalked across the sex pod.
“I don’t think that will be necessary,” he said. “No offense to your ingenious engineering skills, but I’m going to fuck you better than this machine ever could.”
Without bothering with my restraints, Hudson moved between my legs. The insertable no longer useful, he took it out of me and disconnected it from the larger system until he could discard it to the side. The clitoral and nipple stimulators stayed on, despite the loss of power.
But he hesitated.
“Tell me one thing,” he insisted.
“Yes?”
“Tell me we’re not just having sex to get your mind off Lloyd. Tell me none of this was about him. That we didn’t just get off together to spite him or whatever.”
I almost laughed at that. Seeing Lloyd had reminded me how happy I was with Hudson. How much I didn’t want to be the scared girl I’d been back in my GalacticSolutions days anymore.
This wasn’t about him. It was about us.
“Hudson, when I’m with you, I don’t think about anything or anyone else. I’m yours.”
For as long as you’ll have me.
Forever, please.
Tied up, I was powerless to this sex, but he made every touch feel like the loss of control was worth it. Hudson lined himself up and rocked inside me. He found a steady pace, holding me by the ties at my wrists, taking me hard and fast and deep—so deep.
Then The Fantasy’s short must have unshorted.
“HUDSON!”
I yanked against my cuffs, tugging as power was restored to The Fantasy. Hudson’s cock stroked in and out of me just as the stimulations on my clit and my nipples started once again.
It wasn’t going to take me long. I could feel it. I could feel him getting closer, too. I could—
My orgasm slammed me into another dimension. My entire body rippled. My vision went white. I couldn’t even hear my own screaming.
But I could feel Hudson’s cum as it filled me from the back and came dripping past his cock and out of my pussy. That brought me back down to earth in the most delicious way.
We fell together in a tangled, spent pile on the examination table. Still strapped to the table, I couldn’t do much but catch my breath and relish the weight of him.
“I really need to go meet up with Addie and Leelah,” I said once our breathing returned to normal. “They’re doing some last-minute prep. Might need my help. And we need to get ready for that dinner with Clara tonight.”
“Or, hear me out…you could delegate those tasks, skip Clara’s dinner, and we could have a real New York City date.”
Date.
The word had been tossed around before, usually with me batting it away like an unwelcome fly. But now it relit my already fried nerve endings. God, did I want to say yes.
“We’re in the home stretch, Hudson. I really shouldn’t.”
“I understand. But…it’s New York. It’s the fall. It’s beautiful.”
“Then you should go out and enjoy it.”
He placed his hand on my hip. He might as well have been holding my heart.
“Scout, how could I possibly enjoy it without you?”
That heart, sitting so comfortably in his grip, pulsed with new fire. Could this be it? Were we finally getting to our Hudson confessing his love for me era?
Better judgment and sense told me to stand my ground. Stay focused on work. Talk about love off the clock.
Fuck better judgment. Fuck good sense. What had either of them gotten me so far? What about playing it safe, hm? What did that ever get me?
Nothing. Loneliness and isolation and a ball of ghost particles where my heart should have been. A pathetic meetup with Lloyd. Cringe-inducing dinners with my parents. Years of isolation.
Time for a change. Tonight, I would let Fluorine Scout out of her shell.
I’d earned it, hadn’t I? I’d proven to myself that I wasn’t the mistakes of my past, that I had grown.
And I would explore New York City with the man I loved, ready for the moment when he finally said those three little words I’d been dying to hear…