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asked, “Are you warm enough
now?”
    “I’m a bit…uhh…warm, actually.”
    “Good.” He stripped off the blanket with a whoosh. She sucked
in a deep breath, holding it until she felt lightheaded. “The equipment I’ve
used on you…nothing compared to what you’re about to take.”
    The squeak and snap of him putting on gloves made her
vibrate inside.
    She knew he was going to touch her at some point but still
eeked when his gloved hand spread lubrication along her slit. She whimpered in
delight when he filled her with at least two fingers.
    “Somebody’s aroused. You’re all but swallowing my hand.
Sucking it back in. I can’t fucking wait to see what’s inside your head.”
    Not many men who said that could actually follow through and
achieve it.
    You are , she almost told him, but what she wanted to
say quickly burnt up as he kicked her arousal into overdrive. He added another
finger to her slick pussy, swiping her clit with his gloved hand. She wanted to
feel his hand, skin to skin, his warmth, chastising herself even before the
fantasy was fully formed in her head.
    Straining against her bonds only made her feel sexier. He
spread more lube inside her core before withdrawing.
    “But…oh God.”
    A well-lubed finger rubbed against the pucker of her ass. He
circled it, pushing against it, almost breaching her backside, but he never
did.
    “Delicious, isn’t it? I told you anal could be enjoyable,
especially when someone knows what they’re doing.”
    “Please…” she begged. One of his slick digits slid inside
her ass as if it was made to be there.
    “And I definitely know what I’m doing.”
    There wasn’t any pain, no fear of what he did to her. His
finger slid out and back in. The squirt of a squeeze bottle even sounded sexy
as he added more lube, spreading it inside her rear as he fucked her with his
finger.
    “I knew you’d love anal. Now let’s get started.”
    Started? If this was only prep, she was going to
spontaneously combust before the real sex began.
    Something slightly colder than his fingers touched the
opening of her needy sex.
    He pushed it inside a little ways, then something else
thinner breached her ass. It couldn’t have been any thicker than his finger
was, but it seemed bigger because her pussy was being filled at the same time.
    “Fuck me…” she cursed when she realized he shafted her with
a double dildo of some kind.
    Both penetrated her a bit more on each subsequent thrust
until the one in her pussy touched her cervix, and the smaller one in her rear
flared her asshole open. The tiniest bit of pain might have been there, but to
her it was nothing but pleasure.
    A quiet motor started up, but she didn’t care where it came
from because the toy started fucking her steadily, deeply.
    “It’s a fucking machine of my own design. I’ve modified it
to fit on the frame and table of the MRI machine. It’s going to fuck you while
I run the test. And no worries, you won’t get bored. I’ve got a remote
control.”
    He turned on vibration, switched it off, decreased the speed
and sped it back up, increasing the depth of penetration until she moaned,
trying to twitch on each thrust.
    She truly understood why her head was strapped in, along
with the rest of her. Her pelvis couldn’t even rock with each thrust. She would
have to take anything he decided to do to her, and that was the biggest turn-on
she’d ever experienced. She’d never be able to stay still.
    Out of nowhere he ordered, “When you come, Jane, you have to
ask for permission.”
    She nodded, or at least she tried to, but didn’t say
anything.
    “Say, ‘yes Sir’, if you understand.”
    Her mouth opened on a “Yes Sir” and clenched her fists,
flexing her feet beneath the table. The words in that context were foreign but
they fell from her lips as if they were made just for her.
    Understanding why she had to ask wasn’t important. Knowing
she was almost to the point she needed to ask? That, she