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my glistening, hard nipples. I can feel his fingers tremble slightly
as they move down my body to slide my bikini bottom down my legs.
His fingers skim along the outside of my thighs and calves. I close
my eyes, imagining those long, skilful fingers on my inner thigh and
deep in my folds.
    “ Sophia.”
    I open my eyes at his voice.
    “ Are you ready? Are you sure you want...”
    “ Yes. I want this.” I want you.
    Julian's lips move, but I can't read the words on his
lips. He caresses my cheek tenderly and nods.

Chapter Four

    I let Julian stretch my arms above my head and lock my
wrists in the metal cuffs. He steps away from me and I see him grab
some clothes from behind the door. With jerky movements, he shrugs
on a shirt and a pair of jeans. He dons his white coat rather
hurriedly and haphazardly, and comes back to me. His hair is still
dripping and I watch the water droplets race down his neck to soak
into his collar. If my hands weren't cuffed, I'd grab his collar and
pull him forcefully to me.
    He presses a button and the machine lowers me onto the
steel table. I lie on my back and wait. Julian takes my feet in his
hands. I expect him to cuff my ankles, but instead he starts to
massage my feet. His thumb moves in slow circles against the soles
of my feet, starting from the balls to my heel.
    “ Aren't you going to restrain my legs?” I
ask breathlessly when he holds my waist and lowers his face to mine.
    He shakes his head. “No. Just relax, Sophia.
You...” He presses his warm lips to my eyelids, and whispers,
“You are amazing.”
    His lips and hands leave me at last, and I shudder from
the sudden cold. There is a faint click and I know that the glass
sphere has sealed. My eyes dart across the thin, clear surface of
the glass globe that I am encased in. What is the machine going to
do to me this time? I shift my body and realize that the steel table
has widened. I can comfortable spread my legs without having my legs
hang off the side of the table. My eyes round as I suddenly
understand why Julian has not secured my ankles. The first time in
the sex machine, I had been brought to orgasm by the suction and heat
on my skin, my breasts, my sore, stimulated nipples, my whole body
but I hadn't been allowed to spread my legs. But earlier on, in the
pool, Julian had pressed his erection to the very tip of my opening
and he had seen my fierce arousal and need. I had wrapped my legs
around him, allowing him to press hard against me and push
insistently between my legs. He knows what I want. I want my sex
probed and pounded. And he is going to give it to me.
    I blink as Julian fades from my view. He is typing
something into the control panel at the side of the machine, but now
he is nothing more than a white blur. The curved surface of the
sphere has misted over, and I can feel the humidity building up.
    A nozzle lowers from the top of the sphere and a spray
of warm water spurts over my body. As the water trickles down my
body, gently caressing my stomach and thighs, I start to relax. I
close my eyes and surrender to the soothing sensation. The feel of
water on my skin makes me recall what Julian and I had just done in
the pool moments earlier. The experience had been playful, carefree,
happy, passionate and sexy. The memory of his smile, his gaze, his
lust makes my breath catch. I had felt his huge cock seeking my
opening, torturing me through my bikini. Unconsciously, I part my
thighs at the thought of Julian's demanding erection. The warmth
spreads down my body and pools between my legs. I spread my legs
further apart and the water pressure rises in tandem with my desire.
    As I arch my back, I become aware of a mounting pressure
on my nipples. A sharp pain shoots through my body and my eyes fly
open. I see glinting metal clamps gripping both my nipples tightly,
tugging and squeezing them. The clamps relax suddenly, releasing me
from their vice-like grip. I gasp and pant, but before I can catch
my breath, the