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her. He found it difficult to push her, but his dominant instincts declared it the right course of action. Meanwhile, he reminded himself no matter how much he reveled in her pleasure, it was all for the study. For Becca. Her career, but not personal.
    “You’re doing great.” He stroked her breasts one last time before sliding his hands to her hips.
    Instinctively, her pelvis lifted toward him but he avoided direct contact, moving lower until his hands cupped her feet. He massaged the sole of each with firm strokes to keep from tickling her. Another sigh of pleasure rewarded his efforts. Those wicked heels couldn’t be comfortable to wear. He rubbed her feet bit by bit, working his way from her toes to her heels and ankles until she lay pliant before him.
    “You’re so sensitive. You react intensely to tactile stimulation.” He showered her with reverent whispers, causing her blush to deepen. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Passion is a normal emotion and you have so much of it in you. Don’t hold anything back from me. You will let me know how you feel at all times.” As he spoke, his hands glided up her legs, pausing to stroke the sensitive skin behind her knees before moving up the inside of her thighs with excruciating patience.
    Her skin scorched him now. The waves of heat from her core warmed his hands. He could make her beg for his touch now that desire seared away all her inhibitions, but he refrained. With every contact, the professional shell cracked further and revealed more of the tantalizing woman beneath.
    The transformation stole his breath, a thousand times more seductive than watching her undress. The juices running down her slit into the valley of her ass made him wish he could bury himself balls deep inside her welcoming grasp.
    “How many lovers have you had, Becca?” It wouldn’t be many. She’d smothered this side of herself.
    Besides, she spent most nights right here, working cases with him at the practice, or completing projects for her studies. He needed to know how careful to be with her. “When did you last have sex?”
    By now, he suspected she was too involved to balk at the directness of his questions. When she panted out her answer, a purely male part of him cheered. “I had sex before winter break last year with my date to the end-of-the-semester banquet. That was the third time.”
    Kurt’s fingers quaked on her upper thighs at the thought of her innocence. He couldn’t stop himself from touching her pussy. He cupped her, enjoying the light weight of her tender flesh and downy hair against his hand. The slickness of her secretions allowed him to glide his palm over her. She arched into his hold and moaned.
    Her trust had been a requirement to go this far but he needed to know her faith in him was absolute. The experiment would require her to go beyond anything she had ever experienced before. It would only work if she placed herself in his control. He would settle for nothing less than her total surrender. He would invest the patience necessary to earn it.
    “Do you enjoy touching yourself like this?”
    Kurt watched the muscles in her abdomen flex upon hearing the suggestive words he used. He’d never made a woman come just by talking to her but Becca tempted him to try it. These were the kinds of ideas being near her inspired.
    The ripples of desire contracted the visible portion of her pussy in rhythmic pulses. He imagined her vaginal walls attempting to milk an imaginary cock. The pleasure had to be overwhelming her senses now.
    “Yes,” she gasped. Pressing against her inner thighs with his forearms, Kurt urged her to spread her legs wider. She complied. He began moving his hand in a slow circle while he pressed the base of his palm against her. When the sweet scent of her arousal filled the air, he gritted his teeth against the urge to take her rough, quick, now.
    To make her his.
    “Have you ever had an orgasm?” He continued in his most mesmerizing voice,