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her, a section at a time. Her time of hiding her reaction to him was at an end.
    A wide cuff wrapped around her upper thigh on the side
closest to him. He widened her legs to maneuver the leather into place. The
displacement of air from his hand alone was erotic, making her double her
efforts not to hump it when he moved close enough. Quickly, her other thigh
wore a cuff as well, then they were bound tightly to the sides of the table.
    She couldn’t see what he did. She couldn’t see anything but
the faint tease of light slipping under the edges of the blindfold. Her gaze
bounced around to where she vaguely remembered things being in the room. Her
fingers twitched, not knowing what he would do next. She could still curl them
into a fist, giving her something to concentrate on.
    “I’ve got hand and wrist restraints as well, for the unruly
patients. Hard base, webbed support for the fingers so they can’t touch.
Reminds me of a beaver paw. I’m glad you’re being a good girl, Jane. I reward
good girls.” She couldn’t see his face but heard satisfaction in his voice.
    “Mmm…” crept out before she could swallow it.
    Every tug of the straps between her legs made her nipples
tighten, reminding her of the electricity connected to them the day before. She
cleared her throat. “What exactly are you looking for anyway?” Her breathy
question was little more than a whisper, as he tested the tightness of the
straps.
    “Do you remember when I was telling you about the new
information we’ve recently acquired about the clitoris? The new knowledge is
still in its infancy. Part of my grant research is on that clitoral complex,
specifically on how it affects and alters a woman’s ability to orgasm.”
    “Not something I was aware of, but how are you going to test
for it, or scan it while I’m trussed up like a turkey?”
    He walked away but came back, dragging one of her feet off
the table. He did the same for the other one, then something snapped beneath
her.
    She tried to separate her feet but he’d cuffed her ankles
together, opening her pussy to whatever he had planned for her. Her thighs
remained locked on the table. She was at his mercy. Her pussy spasmed all the
way into her abdomen, making it contract against the restraints.
    “Ear buds.” He warned before placing something small in her
ears. Her neurons were drowning in lust, so at first she thought they were ear
plugs but—
    “Can you hear me?” It was as if he spoke from inside her
head.
    “Yes, but I could hear you just fine before.”
    “When the machine starts it’s extremely loud. This way
you’ll be able to hear me telling you to come, even when the test is in
progress. And I’ll be able to hear when you ask permission.”
    Permission? Panting inhales and exhales filled the
room. She knew they were coming from her but she couldn’t slow them down or
quiet them.
    “I’m gonna move you in.” A motor vibrated in the table and
he backed her in, closer and closer to what she knew was the tube entrance. Her
breathing echoed off the walls as soon as her head was inside. “I’m going to
test your clitoral complex by giving you an orgasm during the MRI.”
    He stopped her just as her heels brushed the main portion of
the machine.
    If she’d been connected to an electroencephalograph her
brain waves would have flat-lined. She had to strain to follow the
conversation. “An orgasm…”
    “Or two.”
    The table shimmied, as if he’d set something on it.
    “Two?” she squeaked. “I know you’re talented, but there’s no
way you can talk me through that. I’ve had a grand total of one orgasm.
Granted, with you, but you also had to break out the heavy equipment to get
that to happen. I can’t get my hands on my clit, and you can’t do it for me and
run the machine too. Unless you’ve got an assistant hidden in your pocket or a
third arm you’re real good at hiding, this isn’t going to work.”
    Instead of refuting her, he