How You Touch Me

by Natalie Kristen

  HOW YOU TOUCH ME

  AN EROTIC ROMANCE

  (The Sex Machine: Book 2)

  by

  Natalie Kristen

  Copyright © 2013 Natalie Kristen

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are used fictitiously or are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual locales, events, establishments or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Sophia's first session with the sex machine has yielded unexpected but successful results. As Julian monitors and watches Sophia, he finds it harder and harder to deny his growing, burning desire for her. Everything about her is just so right, so perfect. How much longer can he resist her when it is painfully obvious that while Sophia is stimulated by the machine, it is his touch that she craves?

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  Chapter One

  “I need you naked.”

  The words came out almost as a growl, predatory and possessive. Julian closed his eyes trying to force the image of Sophia's naked body out of his mind. But it was no use. He saw her with alarming, agonizing clarity on the back of his closed eyelids. Sophia naked, her whole body quivering and blushing, her nipples hard and erect and her sex tight and wet...he saw her moaning and writhing beneath him, her legs spread wide as he moved in her...

  With a gasp, he snapped his eyes open. What the hell was he doing? He was driving himself insane. How could he want her so badly? He shouldn't. He mustn't. She had signed the contract and she was here, in his house, in his home laboratory, merely as a test subject for his sex machine.

  He should concentrate on taking her measurements. Just weigh her, measure her, record the readings—treat her exactly how he would treat any other subject or specimen. If only he could keep his thoughts and feelings under control. This woman—oh yes, she was one hundred percent woman, there was no doubt about that—a woman who was so damn sweet. Those sweet lips would probably taste like heaven.

  Julian braced himself against the table. It was no use. No matter how hard he tried to see her as a sexless specimen, her body, her smile, her large, liquid eyes, her full lips...her every perfection just screamed sex at him. He wanted her so badly, he was afraid that the sight of her naked body might just undo him. He had to get a grip on himself, and just pray that his fraying restraint would hold.

  Julian spun round at the small sound coming from behind the translucent screen at the corner of the room. He could see her silhouette against the screen and he saw that her arms had moved to her back and she was undoing the clasp of her bra.

  Desire flared in him and he had to grit his teeth and turn away. Julian gripped the sides of the table so hard it felt like either the table or his palms would splinter any second.

  He forced a shuddering breath into his lungs. This was all wrong. He should just be seeing her as a specimen, not a woman—a woman who was so perfect, so soft, so vulnerable it awakened the desire and protectiveness that had laid dormant in him for so long. He had just cooked for her and watched her eat. It had made him smile to see her devouring the pasta and licking her pretty lips in contentment and appreciation. He just wanted to take care of her, and make sure she was warm and safe and happy. It had been too long since he had felt this way about anyone, any woman. He hadn't wanted anyone in this way, for so long. Until now.

  He could hear her moving behind the translucent screen, and against his better judgment, he turned around to stare at her slim silhouette. He watched her slip her panties down her long legs and step shakily out of them. When she turned to the side, he could see the beautiful outline of her curves, her round butt, her breasts and her erect nipples. Pure lust coursed through his body and his cock hardened painfully. He wanted her right now, ached to feel her naked body against his. He wanted to feel how wet she was, to taste her and bury himself deep inside her. He was burning up inside, consumed with lust and deep, raging emotions that he had kept pent up for far too long.

  Julian took a step towards the screen, letting his eyes hungrily take in the beautiful silhouette against the white screen and imagining his hands and mouth of that warm body. He stopped just in front of the screen, and the knowledge that she was just inches away, separated from him by a flimsy screen, almost made him moan in agony. It was almost too much to bear. He wanted to see her naked, but he was afraid that he might lose control. As it was, he was that close to losing his mind. Seeing her naked, but not touching her—for how long can he deny and restrain himself?

  He watched her hands move up to cup her breasts, as if she was trying to cover or shield them from him. An instinctive anger surged and his fists clenched at his side. He had to stop himself from wrenching the screen aside and gripping her wrists to pull her hands away from her breasts. He hated that she was trying to hide from him, that she might feel embarrassed or scared of him. She should never, ever hide from him. Because you are mine, he wanted to growl.

  He wanted her, needed her, hungered for her. He wanted her body, naked and quivering, for his eyes, his hands, his lips. He wanted to be deep inside her, feeling her writhe and come beneath him. He wanted her to be his, completely. Fighting the rampaging lust which was threatening to consume him, he bent towards the screen and whispered, “Are you ready, Sophia?”

  He heard her inhale sharply. “Y-yes.”

  Slowly stretching out his arm, Julian tensed and eased the screen to the side. He caught sight of her face, lowered and blushing, and so damn pretty. She stood fully exposed before him, and his eyes devoured every inch of her body. He stared down the slim column of her throat, her shoulders, the heaving swell of her breasts and the curve of her tiny waist. The ache in his cock grew as he stared at her pert, erect nipples. His eyes raked downwards and lingered on the mound between her long, toned legs. God, how he wanted to wrap those luscious legs around his waist and bury himself deep and hard in her right now...

  Julian grabbed a pen off a side table to distract himself. The supreme, steely effort it took for him to turn away and grit out the words almost killed him. “Would you...would you please stand on the scale?” He indicated the weighing scale with the pen, almost snapping the hapless pen in half. His breathing had become highly erratic and he felt like he was about to explode or go insane with lust.

  His eyes followed her as she stepped up to the weighing scale with a light toss of her head. Julian kept his back to her, his fists bearing down on the table. Was she even aware of what she was doing to him?

  “Julian?”

  Oh God, her voice, her sweet, sultry voice. He almost came undone at the sound of his name on her lips. He longed to hear her scream his name as he made her come, again and again.

  Forcing the scorching images out of his head, he whipped around and strode to the scale. He circled her, seeing her chest rise and fall with her rapid breathing, and stood behind her. He closed his eyes briefly at the scent of her. She was so close, so warm, so soft. His hand hovered between her legs, as he struggled against the urge to cup her hot, wet sex in his hand. Swallowing hard, he noted the reading on the scale, as he struggled to keep his voice steady. “A hundred and twenty-six pounds.” He took a quick breath. “Can I take your height?”

  As Sophia stood against the chart on the wall, Julian stepped towards her to read her height. His chin touched her forehead and his hands shook with the effort not to grab her. “Five feet five.” His handwriting was almost illegible as he scrawled the readings onto the form on his clipboard.

  Shakily, he turned away and yanked a drawer open with so much force he almost tore it right out of the table. Extracting a tape measure, he commanded, “Come here, Sophia.”

  Her eyes widened but she complied. Julian wrapped his
arms around her waist, savoring the feel of her bare skin. He circled her waist slowly with the tape measure, letting his eyes roam over her flat stomach and further south. He pulled her close, so close he could feel her fluttering eyelashes against his chin. “Your waist is so small,” he whispered.

  Dragging the tape measure slowly up her body, he wrapped it securely round her bosom. Her puckered nipples brushed against the back of his fingers, and this time, he couldn't resist. He grabbed one nipple between his fingers and tugged at it. She arched her back and his other hand moved in circles against her breast. He could feel her nipple hardening and lengthening against his palm, and he rubbed harder and faster. “Oh, Sophia,” he whispered, lowering his lips to her throat.

  She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Julian, please...”

  He began to thumb her nipples, and her arousal drove him wild. “Sophia, you are perfect, so perfect...” he murmured. “You have no idea...” God, what he wouldn't give right now to put his mouth to her beautiful breasts and suck her hard. He wanted to nip her nipples between his teeth, and suckle her until she begged him to fuck her. It was killing him. He had to stop. Right now.

  He dropped his hands to his side and stepped away from her. The ache he felt at not having her in his arms was so acute, it was almost like a knife slashing through every fiber in his body. His erection strained against the crotch of his pants, throbbing painfully, but there was nothing he could do about that right now. He closed his eyes. He should not have taken things so far. Why? Why the hell had he touched her? He should have known better. Why touch her when he couldn't take her?

  Sophia was standing there, her eyes brimming with hurt and confusion. Julian hated himself. He had held her, wanted her, aroused her, and then dropped her just like that. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel humiliated and rejected.

  Before he could speak, Sophia blurted out, “Let's just do the experiment now and get it over and done with! That's it, isn't it? You can't have me, because you're saving me for your sex machine. So let's do it. Now. Let me test the machine right now! If it can bring me to orgasm, so much the better. I so need that right now. You might deny your urges, but your body doesn't lie, Julian.”

  Her words were like a stinging slap to his face. He glanced down at the fierce bulge in his pants and cursed under his breath. He had to get a hold of himself. But just having Sophia in the same room—he would never get his erection under control.

  “It's late...” he mumbled at last.

  “Why? It is a sex machine, right? It is never too late for sex. Is there a stipulated time for sex, for a woman to orgasm?”

  “N-no. No, that is not what I meant. I just thought...”

  “Don't think, Julian. Just do it.”

  The sexual innuendo in her words hit him like a bolt of electricity, traveling straight to his cock. Shit. His erection flared even stronger.

  Despite the torture she was putting him through, he smiled. This woman turned him on so much. “Oh I will. Just not now. Not yet.” But soon.

  To his surprise, Sophia looked straight up at him and answered, “I don't want to wait, Dr. James. Let's see if your machine can make me come—since you won't.”

  Julian muttered a curse. She was making it so damn hard. But if this was how she wanted it—“Fine.”

  His breathing and heartbeat quickening, Julian strode over to the sex machine. Staring at the white sheet covering the machine, he wavered for a moment. Should he go through with it? Was this how her first experience with the sex machine should be? Would the results be accurate? Was she ready? Was he ready?

  He would have to watch her being stimulated and aroused, and monitor all her responses, physical, psychological, physiological. He would have to watch her orgasm, as a scientist, a doctor, and not a man. The man wanted to fuck her; the scientist wanted to observe her. This experiment was going to break him in two, but he asked for it, didn't he?

  Taking a ragged breath, Julian wheeled the humongous machine to the middle of the room and marched to the control panel at the back of the machine. He keyed in all Sophia's vital statistics in double-quick time while his resolve and restraint still held.

  Sophia's eyes were wide and round. “This is...the sex machine?”

  Julian blew out a long breath. “I'd have preferred you rest first, but...you're right. No point in waiting and delaying. Needs must. So—” Without warning, he yanked the sheet off the machine and grabbed Sophia's wrists tightly. He had to do it quickly before whatever was left of his resolve crumbled. With sharp, precise movements, he secured her wrists to the metal cuffs at the top of the towering, metal contraption that was the sex machine. But that was just what he called it. It was a working name, for convenience. Machines didn't have sex; humans did. Animals mate, but humans make love. Julian shook his head hard. Making love to Sophia was out of the question right now.

  Sophia twisted in the restraints. “W-what is this?”

  He didn't answer her. Instead, he concentrated on adjusting the restraints and making sure she was held safely and securely in position.

  “Julian.” Sophia turned to him. “Julian! Let me go.”

  But it was too late.

  Everything was in place. The machine was already humming to life.

  He couldn't let her go now. The scientist in him was fully engaged. He just had to make sure that everything was in order and that she was safe and would remain so throughout the session. She had signed up for this after all, and the experiment was already underway.

  All he could do now was check her position and make sure the calibrations and readings were accurate. For her own safety, she had to be restrained. He didn't want her breaking anything. Kneeling, he snapped the cuffs around her ankles and hurried back to the control panel. He punched in the numbers, calibrating the angle, temperature, intensity and oxygen level and the machine whirred and shuddered into motion. He watched the machine lower Sophia gently onto a steel table, so that she was stretched out naked on her back, her arms pulled high over her head.

  Everything was ready.

  Julian donned his latex gloves and surgical mask, and went over to Sophia. “Sophia, listen to me.” Julian bent over her, but he jerked when he saw the fear in her eyes. “Hey,” he said softly. “Hey, it's okay.”

  Quickly, he took off his surgical mask so that she could see his face. “I won't hurt you. I promise. I'll be monitoring your heart rate, breathing, blood pressure, every change and response in you. You will not be hurt and you will not be humiliated. There are no cameras in this room. You're helping me with my research, and your privacy and confidentiality will be respected,” he assured her. “Trust me, Sophia.”

  He touched his nose to hers, resisting the urge to kiss her. She nodded and he backed away, keeping his eyes on her to make sure that she really was all right.

  When he was sure that she had calmed down, he pressed a button and immediately the curved glass panels rose from the metal rung circling the steel table that Sophia was on. With a click, the glass globe sealed completely, and the monitors beeped to life. He checked the readings on all the screens. Her pulse, heart rate, brain activity, blood pressure all seemed normal. The only thing that wasn't normal was her breathing.

  Julian grabbed the microphone and spoke into it urgently, “Breathe, Sophia. Take deep, slow breaths.”

  He knew she could hear him in the sphere. He watched her turn her face towards the speaker at the side. “Try to relax, Sophia. I'm just monitoring the oxygen level, and you don't seem to be breathing for the last minute or so. I'll be increasing the oxygen level in the sphere very gradually,” he told her.

  Sophia's voice came through the speaker at the side of his monitor. “Sphere?” She began to turn and twist on the table, and the monitor beeped a warning as her heart rate began to climb.

  “Sophia, don't...just stop struggling and listen...” Julian spoke rapidly.

  Her voice rose. “Why am I in this...thing? What is this? This...there i
s no air in here! It's completely sealed!”

  “There is, Sophia. Oxygen is being pumped into this...”

  “You...you are controlling the air I breathe!”

  “It's not like that,” Julian said, raking a hand through his hair. He didn't want to frighten her. That was the last thing he wanted. “I...this...this isn't going well...maybe we should...” His eyes darted frantically to the monitors and the controls. Could he shut the machine down now? Would he be in time?

  His hands flew to the keyboard. He began typing furiously, trying to reverse the commands to the machine. But the sex machine had already started to stimulate her senses. He was now blocked from interfering and interrupting the process.

  Breathlessly, he pressed his hand to the surface of the glass globe and watched.

  Chapter Two

  A thousand questions reeled through Julian's mind. What was Sophia feeling right now? What was she thinking? Would she orgasm? Would the machine be able to make her orgasm? Would this even work?

  He never took his eyes off her. He could see her arousal as she writhed on the steel table. Beads of perspiration rolled off her body as she arched her back and parted her lips to moan and pant. Her nipples were shiny and dark against her heaving breasts. Moisture was trickling down between her thighs onto the surface of the steel table. Julian's hand shook against the glass and he forced himself to move away. He had to get back to the monitors and the control panel. He had to watch and monitor her responses and note the changes in her body. He couldn't allow himself to be distracted and aroused, even though the obvious desire overtaking Sophia's body was driving him to the very edge.

  Ignoring his agonizing erection, Julian concentrated on the readings on the monitors. He noted the pressure and direction of air movement in the sphere, and then glanced at Sophia. Her full lips were parted and her eyes were closed. From the expression on her face, he knew that her pleasure was cresting. Her breathing and heart rate were climbing to a climax, and he knew that it was any moment now. The suction in the sphere was making Sophia's skin red and tender. Her nipples had been sucked and teased mercilessly, and they had lengthened and darkened to perfection. She was so ripe and ready.