Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: Complete Collection (22 page)

“It’s not going to work,” she told the blue
box as she opened it, sliding the lid off to find just what she
expected inside—a vibrator. There was a little card that Dr. Matt
had written on.

It’s rechargeable. Six variable speeds. Very
powerful. Experiment all you like!

Rose giggled, pulling out the cord that went
with it. It looked awfully small to be powerful.
What the
hell,
she thought, checking to make sure the door was
completely closed and locked before heading over to the bed. She
left her jeans in a ball on the floor but her panties still on,
lying back on the bed and turning the
Lelo
on.

It buzzed gently in her hand as she looked
at it, running her fingers over the navy blue tip. The texture was
soft and hard at the same time, like velvet over steel. So sleek,
so tempting. Masturbation was usually an exercise in futility. She
could work herself up to a fever pitch, but it was like starving to
death, standing outside of a four-star restaurant, watching
everyone else eating a gourmet meal—why torture herself like
that?

Still, that sweet tingle between her thighs
felt so good. If only…

She traced the Lelo vibrator over her fat,
pink nipples, around and around. They hardened immediately, pointed
toward the ceiling in anticipation. The sensation was delicious,
sending sweet waves of pleasure down between her legs. She let the
vibrator travel over her ribcage, down her trembling belly, under
the elastic of her panties, parting the thick nest of blonde hair
at the apex of her thighs.

The Lelo hummed against her clit and she
waved it there, back and forth, hoping that Dr. Matt had finally
found the perfect magic wand to break the spell, to cure her curse.
It felt so good, she almost, for a moment, hoped and believed it
was true.

“Mmmm.” She closed her eyes, letting herself
be carried away by the sensation. The gentle buzzing made her ache,
her body flushing with pleasure. She could feel the wetness
increasing, her pussy beginning to swell. She focused at the center
of the sensation, moving the wand in circles, hearing her own
breathing grow ragged.

“Oh Matt,” she whispered, flushing with his
name filling her mouth, wishing it was his cock. Oh god, what was
she thinking? She hadn’t fantasized much during her “homework”
sessions so far. It was too easy to flash to memories of Sam, and
that ended things pretty quickly. And while Matt looked so very
much like her ex-fiancé, they were so different she could have told
them apart in the dark.

“Oh god, yes, lick my pussy.” She couldn’t
help imagining it, Matt’s sweet mouth between her legs. She loved
that feeling so much, although she hated asking for it, hated when
Sam did it, because he liked her to have multiple-orgasms. Which
was easy when you were faking them, of course, but it made it
difficult to concentrate on the actual feeling—which was
delightful—of a warm, wet tongue between her legs.

And what would his cock look like? Taste
like? Feel like? She licked her lips as she fantasized, closing her
thighs around the persistent buzz between them, the Lelo caught
between her swollen pussy lips, tucked under the edge of her
panties. Would he fuck her long and slow? Hard and fast? She wanted
the latter but fantasized about the former, hearing his breath in
her ear, his sweet urgings,
“That’s it. Nice and slow. We’ll get
you there, I promise.”

Oh to reach that blessed destination. If
only she could. Rose sighed, knowing she’d reached that point, her
whole body aching for release, belly tight, breathing fast, but
like a starving orphan standing at a restaurant window, she would
have to go home hungry with that empty, gnawing feeling in her
belly.

She realized she hadn’t set a timer for this
session, but her eyes were closed and she was already drifting off,
too lazy to check. Their schedules were so full here, she barely
had time to breathe, and a moment to herself in the middle of the
day for a quick cat nap couldn’t be resisted.

“
Feel that,” he whispered. “Feel
everything.”

She was. Every nerve ending in her body was
alive at his touch. He was touching her there, between the legs,
his fingers moving, probing, manipulating. She moaned in response,
shifting her hips.

“
Good,” he encouraged. “Tell me how it
feels. Tell me what you want.”

“
Oh god, Matt,” she whispered, the
feeling too full for her to express. “Please don’t stop doing
that.”

“
Like this?”

Oh god yes, just like that, she thought,
rocking her hips, stretching up like a flower reaching toward the
heat of the sun, more more more. She couldn’t stand it. She wanted
him. Her whole being screamed out for him again and again, like
lightning flashing in the dark, followed by rolling waves of
thunder.

“
Matt!” she cried, thrashing, and he
kissed her mouth, his breath hot, just as ragged as her own, his
fingers buried between her thighs. “Oh yes, please, make me come!
Please make me come.”

“
I will,” he promised, but no, promises
were empty, no one ever kept them. She moaned and tensed and tried
to escape, but he held her fast, panting in her ear. “Give me what
you want. Give me everything. I can take it.”

“
Noooo,” she wailed, but her body gave
in, oh god, yes yes yes, this was it, this was pleasure and pain
and love and—

“Matt!” Rose woke with a start, her body
covered in sweat, the Lelo still buzzing between her sticky thighs,
a faint pulse—
What? Is that it? Was that an orgasm?—
the
sweetest sensation, so close she could almost grasp it, fading
between her legs.

“Not fair,” she whispered, grabbing the
vibrator and tossing it aside. “So much for magic wands.”

She could have all the orgasms in the
world—while she was sleeping, apparently. But she couldn’t remember
them, couldn’t really fully experience them. It was like feeling
full, but not remembering eating a meal. There was no pleasure in
it.

* * * *

“I feel like Frankenstein’s monster,” Rose
complained as Matt attached another sticky circle to her skin and
then another lead. The wires snaked out under the hospital gown
she’d been asked by a nurse to put on. She hadn’t seen the nurse
though, since Matt showed up.

He smiled, checking the machine she was
attached to. “No lightning bolts, I promise.”

“So I’m just supposed to sleep with all this
stuff on?” She shrugged helplessly, trying to move with all the
wires attached—to her chest, her belly, her thighs, her temples.
“How is that possible?”

“I’ve actually got one more to attach,” he
said, looking sheepish.

She groaned. “Where? I’m hooked up all
over.”

He cleared his throat. “Inside.”

She looked at him blankly.

“Inside your…pussy.”

She gaped at him. “You’ve got to be kidding
me.”

“I’m afraid not.” He gave her an apologetic
smile. “Can you lay back?”

She sighed but did as he asked.

“Let your knees fall open,” he said. She
felt his gloved hand on her thigh, and even through the latex it
felt hot. “That’s good. It will only take a second.”

“What if I have to pee?” She felt him
probing between her legs and flushed, remembering her dream. This
was somehow very different from the first exam he’d done. Things
had changed between them, had definitely become more…intimate.

“That’s why we restricted your fluids,” he
reminded her. “Okay, all done.” He snapped off his gloves and
helped her sit.

“Why are we doing this again?”

He busied himself gathering the wires
trailing out from under her gown into one bundle. “These leads go
to machines that will give us important information about your
body.”

“Information like…what?” she inquired,
watching as he used adhesive bandage tape to secure the leads
together.

“Heart rate, breathing, brain waves.” His
hand brushed her knee and she shivered. “We’ll even be able to tell
when you’re dreaming.”

“You will?” The thought of her dream the day
before made her face flush with heat.

He seemed to anticipate her concern. “Don’t
worry, we can’t tell what you’re dreaming about… not exactly.”

“What does that mean?” She looked at the
machine across from her, dubious.

Matt cleared his throat as he stood fully.
“Well, we can tell if you’re experiencing arousal.”

“Oh.”

“And of course, we’ll know if you have an
orgasm in your sleep,” he added.

Rose shook her head. “No pressure.”

“Well that’s kind of the point.” Matt
smiled, gathering the blankets and quilt from the end of the bed.
They’d made it as cozy as they could, with a real bed, not a
hospital one, and thick blankets and quilts and plenty of pillows.
“You’re completely vulnerable when you’re sleeping.”

“Right.” Somehow that didn’t make her feel
any better. “And you’ll be watching.” She nodded toward the
mirrored wall across the way. She knew two-way glass when she saw
it.

“Yes,” he admitted, helping her get under
the covers. It was almost like he was tucking her in, which was
both sweet and a little strange. She hadn’t been tucked into bed
since she was little. “I’ll be monitoring the machines all
night.”

She reclined on the bed, still too aware of
all the wires trailing under the covers. “That’s not creepy or
anything.”

“Well, I can give you something to help you
sleep, if you want it. It’s just better for our results if we
record a natural sleep cycle.”

“No, no.” She waved his offer away. “I’ll
give it the old college try first.”

“Are you tired?”

She rolled her eyes, which were already
heavy with sleep now that she was warmly tucked into bed. “I’ve
been up for the past eighteen hours—what do you think?”

Matt grinned. “Sometimes patients can’t make
it.”

“You can thank
Angry Birds
for that.”
She nodded toward her bag, where Matt’s iPad was stored. He’d
loaned it to her at dinner, suggesting it might help keep her awake
all night.

He laughed. “I hoped that might do it.”

“That damned game is far too addictive.”

“Isn’t it?” Matt adjusted the lights,
turning off the overheads and dimming the ones over the sink. “I’ve
got an intern who wants to do a study on why it’s so
addictive.”

Rose felt her eyes closing already. She was
so tired. Flinging fat little video game birds all night was
exhausting. “He can use me as a test subject.”

“Well let’s see if we can get to the bottom
of this problem first, shall we?” Matt’s hand moved over the
covers, literally tucking her in now, adjusting the wires.

“Sounds like a plan,” she murmured, feeling
his hand moving through her hair, stroking gently. She held her
breath, his fingertips brushing her cheek, and when she opened her
eyes he was looking down at her, gaze soft and a little dreamy. It
made her stomach do flips. She whispered her question, as if it
might break the mood. “Will there be anyone else out there or just
you?”

“It’ll just be me,” he assured her, his eyes
meeting hers. They were so warm and dark and there was something
there, an emotion she hadn’t seen before, but maybe she was just
imagining things, hallucinating from lack of sleep. That’s what she
told herself.

That was, until Matt leaned down at kissed
her forehead, his mouth soft, breath warm. “Goodnight, Rose. Sweet
dreams.”

She was so surprised she couldn’t reply, and
then he was gone. She couldn’t help the small smile playing on her
lips as her heavy eyelids closed and she finally whispered,
“’Night, Matt,” knowing he was there, just on the other side of the
glass. It made her feel safe enough to sleep.

She was floating in a golden haze, sweet
honey on her lips, between her thighs. There were hands touching
her but she could see no faces. She drifted on a cloud, the
darkness giving her no reason to protest, no shame, no fear, just
pure pleasure and sensation.

And then she was in an alleyway, pressed
against a wall, a man between her thighs, hard cock seeking
entrance to her heat. She was afraid but excited, eager, even
greedy, but she thrashed in his arms, saying, “No! No!”

There was no one to hear.

“
Open your legs for me.” Alone on a
table, the voice somewhere far above. She did as she was told,
whimpering, crying, begging. “Touch your pussy. Yes. Like that. Rub
your swollen cunt.”

She flushed in shame, but the wet heat
between her legs begged for more and she rubbed and rubbed her
swollen flesh. A mouth on her breast, licking her nipples. A cock
in her mouth, thick and thrusting deep into her throat. She gagged
and choked on the length, but she never stopped touching
herself.

Naked, following a white thread in a black
maze. How could she possibly find her way? What if the thread
broke? Then what? She kept her fingers on that thin line to
freedom, feeling her way in the darkness. Someone calling her name.
A familiar voice.

“
Rose!”

There was no door, no entrance, just a
sudden shift and she was in his arms, covered with kisses, his cock
pressed against her hip like a brand.

“
I want you.” It wasn’t a question or
even a demand. It just was. He sank to his knees and buried his
face between her thighs, the sensation almost more than she could
bear. She cried out in pleasure, curling her fingers in his
hair.

“
Fuck me!” she begged. “Please!”

And he covered her with himself, like a
blanket, like fire, sweaty, hot, thrusting deep and hard, making
her teeth rattle, her pelvis creak in protest, and still it wasn’t
enough.

“
Harder! Faster!”

He grunted and thrust, biting at her neck
and shoulder, tongue lashing her nipples. She grabbed his hips and
fucked him back, rocking and rolling like a carnival ride. There
was no stopping now.