Page 100 of Brainwashed
“I’m not one for… self-gratification. I like to get off with my partners, and I like the feeling of being aroused, but… I don’t know…”
“Why do you think you prefer not to come?” he asks, with something like compassion buried within the layers of his robotic tone.
“I don’t—”
“First thing that comes to mind,” he insists.
Without even thinking, I answer, “Because when I come, it’s over.”
We’re both silent while the words hang in the air.Wow… he’s good.
“Felix…” He growls my name, and it’s so sexy my cock leaps in my palm.
“Doctor…”
“Keep moving your hand.”
Against my will, my eyes creep open and I peer at him. He’s still just sitting in his chair, watching me. But his legs are parted a bit more than usual. I wonder if it’s because he’s getting turned on…
No way. He’s straight, remember?
This is all just an experiment to him.
But still, I latch onto the idea that this is what he wants. And even though coming is never usually at the forefront of my thoughts or actions, right now my loins are on fire and my balls are tight with the need to drain out an orgasm.
So I do as he says and stroke, leisurely tugging my cock while my heart leaps in my chest.Our eyes remain locked while I jerk myself off, the feeling causing me to expel a ragged breath.
“I want you to give yourself an orgasm, Felix,” he urges, low and growly.
“Why?” I gasp, pumping my fist up and down the inches of my cock, which is now sticking halfway out of my pants.
“Because it’s important for my research,” he mumbles. “Go slower, but hard. Make your fist tight.”
“Is that h-how you’d do it?” I stammer under his burning gaze.
The mound of his Adam’s apple dips in his throat. “It’s how Iknowyou’ll like it.”
“You know what I like…” It’s meant to be a snippy question, but it comes out more like a whimpering statement. Becauseyea…I think he might knowexactlywhat I’d like.
“I’m getting to know you, Felix.” He shifts in his seat, eyes staying with mine. “There’s a reason why I wrote those things in my notes.” My hand slows, but he says, “Keep going. Do not stop until you’re coming on your stomach, got it?”
My eyelids droop, head tipping back as I groan, “I want to come for you.”
“I don’t care about your pleasure, Felix,” he hisses. “This is work. Do what I say and keep fucking your hand slowly.”
“Yes, sir.” My lips are shivering, pleasure vibrating through every inch of me.
I’ve never been one to need orgasms, but something about Dr. Love makes me insatiable. In the past, sex has been a way to connect, to find the affection I crave. But when I’m near him, I find myself craving areleasewith him. Something for him to drive me toward, with his large hands on my body, his soft lips on mine. His tongue just…everywhere.
“Will you do it for me?” I peek at him, pleading with a look.
His jaw tightens. “This isn’t about sexual interaction, Felix. This is about self-satisfaction.” His eyes dip. “What about your nipples? Do you like to stimulate them?”
“Fuck yea,” I purr, touching my nipple with my left hand while the right strokes, balls to tip. Some precum leaks from the crown and I swirl my thumb over it.
“Taste yourself,” Dr. Love demands, and I bring my thumb up to my mouth, sucking off my own flavor, keeping my eyes on his all the while. His head cocks. “How do you taste?”
“Come over here and find out,” I whimper. He shakes his head sternly. My eyes fall to my cock, solid and bobbing on my abs, leaking precum and making a sticky mess. “I won’t tell anyone. Just try it once…Please, Dr. Want.”
