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  Daniel strode back into the room, bearing another device in his hand. He extended his palm so she could study it.

  “What do we have here?” She ran her fingertip along the brass surface. A row of tiny rivets ran from top to bottom. A windup key stuck out from the middle. This device was small, like the mechanical bug he’d showed her, but instead of legs, it had four clamps. One side of the egg-shaped device was bulbous, while the other was concave. A tiny, oval mechanism rested within the hollowed section. She poked it with a finger. It felt spongy, smooth and firm—exactly like the pad of a thumb.

  She glanced at Daniel. “You are a very busy man!”

  “Actually, I didn’t make this one.”

  “Oh?”

  “I bought it with the intention of adapting the design for one of my other pieces. It’s quite ingenious. The seller told me a Boylston watchmaker had created it.”

  “Interesting. Does he have more like it?”

  “Unlikely. Apparently, he disappeared rather abruptly about a year ago. If rumors are to be believed, a scandal involving an unusual automaton drove him from town.”

  “Unusual how?”

  He shook his head. “It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to reveal the particulars to a lady.”

  She sighed in disappointment, but couldn’t fault him for attempting to maintain decorum.

  “I understand.” And besides, she had a more important matter demanding her attention. She bounced a bit in the chair. “I’m ready for the demonstration now.”

  “I can see that.” He pursed his lips.

  “Whatever is the matter?”

  “This device will be more effective if you…if you do not wear anything.”

  She stared at him agape. “Oh…ah…where do you intend to use it?”

  His gaze raked her body. “In the place where it will have the most impact.”

  “And where would that be?”

  He gave her a sly look. “The place that makes you a woman.”

  She blinked. Was he implying what she thought he was implying? If so, the inventor was far more devious than she ever would have guessed. But she’d never been naked in front of a man before. Was such a display even performed by married people?

  On the other hand, he was only going to attach another machine to her body. She did love anything mechanical. He’d been a perfect gentleman so far, so what would be the harm? At the very least, she’d find respite from the relentless heat.

  Elena stood. With trembling hands, she crossed her arms and grabbed a handful of her nightdress in each hand. Then she slowly pulled the garment over her head.

  Daniel gave her body an appraising look. He didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed.

  “I daresay you’ll enjoy this next part very much.” He gestured to the pallet. “Lie down on your back, please.”

  She crawled up onto the pallet as goose bumps spread over her body. The only time she undressed herself so completely was for a bath. Now she was not only naked, but totally bare before a man. All in the interest of science, of course. She suppressed a giggle.

  She sat on the pallet, and should have felt cooler, but instead her body felt hot. Very hot, her pubic area the hottest of all. Her body was discharging some kind of fluid between her legs, like an unstoppable lava flow. But it wasn’t her menses. Was this kind of leak normal?

  Daniel held up the cones. “Would you like to wear this again?”

  She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. This encounter was too unusual for words, and she certainly didn’t want to spoil it with unnecessary ones.

  As he connected the cone device to her breasts, she noticed the bulge in his pants again. Had it never abated? She hoped he didn’t feel uncomfortable.

  Daniel began winding the latest device. “Lie down and spread your legs, please.”

  She hesitated a moment, and then yielded to his request. Her pubic area felt sticky and thoroughly exposed. Would Daniel find it unseemly? She was on the verge of asking for a handkerchief when he pressed the egg-shaped device against her vulva. The cool metal against her heated skin sent a shock of pleasure to her very core. She clenched her teeth and dug her fingers into the pallet, fighting the urge to buck her hips.

  The device clamped onto her labia. It held her firmly, but didn’t hurt. The internal mechanism purred with a soft tick, tick, tick. Then the thumb-pad pushed against her in a very precise way. The device repeated this motion continually.

  Beside her, Daniel flicked on the other device. The cones began vibrating around her breasts.

  Elena gasped, her eyes growing wide as saucers. What manner of astonishing delight was she experiencing? The combination of vibrating and rubbing was…it was…it was arousing. There was no other explanation. Her body was awakening in unexpected ways in response to Daniel’s astounding devices.

  “Pardon me, but it is hot in here.” In one fell swoop, he removed his shirt.

  She admired his broad shoulders and the lean cut of his body. His toned torso tapered to his flat, muscled abdomen. The dusting of brown hair on his chest funneled to a line that disappeared beneath his trousers.

  A wicked image spilled into her head—she imagined rubbing her breasts against his chest. The sensation would probably be as delightful as the vibrating cones, if not more so. Why should such an image feel so forbidden? Then again, was it truly forbidden if she didn’t reveal having such thoughts?

  Sweat beaded on her forehead. She licked her lips as the devices manipulated her body. The egg one in particular seemed to know exactly how to make her throb. The constant friction against one tiny part of her nether region generated an endless supply of heat. Pleasure coiled inside her like a tightly wound spring. Something big was building inside her, something utterly indescribable.

  “Mr. Miller?”

  He planted a hand on either side of the pallet and leaned over her, hazel eyes burning with intrigue. “Yes?”

  “You were right about me,” she gasped. “I…I like to play with fire.” Then she convulsed as an explosive wave of pulsing heat coursed through her body. “Oh, Dear Lord, it feels so good!”

  She arched her back, hips straining against the delicious, unrelenting pressure. Warmth bloomed in her chest as her muscles turned to jelly.

  Daniel reached between her thighs and wound up the egg device to keep it running. She squirmed as the pad quickened its pace. Her nipples hardened and she wondered if something more couldn’t be done to alleviate their constant ache.

  While she writhed in a constant state of arousal, he stuck his hand down his trousers, apparently to adjust himself. After he removed his hand, she could see the tip of his penis sticking out of his trousers. At least, that’s what she thought it was. As she fixated on the sight, her body quaked with rapture.

  Why had no one ever told her the human body was capable of generating this much pleasure? Her father certainly never indulged in extravagant comforts. He subsisted on a diet of acquisition, accounting and strategies to increase his wealth. If anything gave him delight, it was crushing his business adversaries. So no aid there. Perhaps her mother would have shared the precious information, had she lived.

  A multitude of questions bubbled in her mind. Did pleasure bloom when two people joined to procreate? Was that why society dictated such strict rules about physical contact? Why else was it so forbidden, especially the casual, affectionate kind? But she and Daniel weren’t touching each other. Surely, that made this encounter acceptable. Or at the very least, nothing to be ashamed of. They weren’t being intimate, not physically.

  Of course, now she began wondering what would happen if they did come into physical contact. Naked skin against naked skin. Would his body feel hot? Rough? How much hair covered him? Was his pubic hair similar in appearance to hers, or was it different because he was a man?

  She raised her eyes. His curious gaze probed hers.

  “Is it what you expected?” he asked.

  “It was a surprise in every way. I have never felt s
o wonderful.” Then she offered him a conspiratorial smile. “What else can you show me?”

  He gripped the edge of the pallet, fisting it hard. “You’re an inferno,” he growled.

  “How do you mean?”

  “You will burn us both to ashes if we’re not careful.”

  “I’ve spent my whole life being careful. Now it is time for—ahhh!” She moaned and raised her hips as the device between her legs drove her into a frenzy.

  “Time for what?”

  “Time for you to set me ablaze!”

  Chapter Six

  Daniel abruptly turned away. Like a demon possessed, he flew around the workshop gathering supplies. He jammed various devices together and ripped apart others. He connected rods to gears, and gears to pulleys. He pinned, screwed and bolted. Hammered, wound and measured.

  Elena heard the clinks and clanks of his efforts more than she saw them. All the while, she lay on the pallet, her limbs relaxed, her body warm, and her heart pounding with excitement. The devices attached to her body had wound down, but remained attached. If this carnal affair was any indication of what life would be like with the inventor, she never wanted to leave.

  She glanced over at the clock. A quarter to three. Plenty of time before dawn.

  At long last, Daniel finished building his invention. Grease now streaked his chest and face. Something black smudged his hands. Perspiration dripped from the ends of his hair. Gone was the aloof, proper gentleman. He looked more like a wild animal than a man. Her heart thumped. And I’m his willing prey.

  “It’s done. Get on your hands and knees and I’ll set everything in motion.”

  She hesitated. What could his invention possibly accomplish with her in such an ungainly position?

  Before complying, she studied the new device. The long, phallic extension was the first indication that there must be something terribly forbidden about it. Taboo, even. Its shiny brass surface was smooth and its tip rounded. She judged it to be about seven inches long and two in diameter. Its base connected to a rod, which led to a complicated contraption full of springs and gears. The power source? A large crank jutted from the side.

  She glanced at Daniel. He gestured to the pallet.

  “Hands and knees,” he reiterated in a low voice.

  Still wearing the other devices, she dutifully switched her position. Everything about this situation felt shockingly naughty. The clockwork egg forced her to keep her thighs apart. Her bottom now faced Daniel, exposing her pubic hair and nether lips. Was he looking at her there? Her breath hitched. The scandalous part of her hoped so.

  The cones tugged her breasts downward, making them feel heavy and fuller. The device between her thighs remained earnestly attached.

  “I’m moving it into position now. Stay still.”

  Elena glanced over her shoulder, watching Daniel as he tinkered with the machine. “What will it do?”

  “You’ll discover that soon enough.” He chuckled. “Don’t you enjoy a good mystery?”

  She stared forward. She hadn’t ever been allowed to read any kind of mystery story and had heard tell of very few actual ones, but wasn’t there a first time for everything? Anticipation made her breathless.

  “Yes,” she squeaked out.

  “Here it comes.”

  Something cool and hard pressed against the right side of her bottom. The brass rod. A devious smile curled her lips as a deep, secret thought emerged from its hiding place. No one will know if you think of it as a phallus. A clockwork phallus, at that!

  “Spread your legs a bit wider, please.”

  She complied at once. Daniel reached between her thighs and wound up the egg device again. It rubbed away, keeping her labia moist and plump. A pleasurable spasm streaked outward from the point of contact.

  Then the brass phallus slid sideways and came to rest at the entrance to her vagina. So many sensations were flooding her body at once! Elena tried not to squirm for fear the inventor would cease the entire operation.

  Ever so slowly, he eased the brass rod into her. Her slick, heated skin closed around the cool, metallic shaft. Within seconds, coolness turned to warmth. Yet the hard surface pressed with unrelenting force against her tender, virgin flesh, causing an ache that bordered on painful. She gulped in air, attempting to manage the new sensation, one akin to the shock of bright light piercing one’s eyes after a lifetime of dwelling in darkness. After she’d absorbed a few more wince-inducing inches, Daniel began cranking the machine. Her eyes widened. What else could it possibly do?

  The rod began vibrating. Then it pushed a little farther inside her. Then, a little more. She began to feel full. Very full. Before she could blink, the entire shaft was buried deep inside her. The vibration sent waves of delight coursing through her core. She moaned upon experiencing the uniquely contrary tension of pleasure and pain.

  Still vibrating, the rod pulled out. Then it eased back in. In and out, in and out, vibrating all the while.

  Daniel kept all the devices operating at once. He cranked them constantly, adjusting as needed for her maximum satisfaction. Never once did he touch her, not an accidental brush nor a wayward fingertip. The absence of his touch was in itself a delightful kind of torture.

  Elena was producing so much moisture between her legs, she could hear a suction noise every time the rod entered her anew. The ache had subsided considerably by now, so she experimented with pushing her bottom back. The motion enabled her to take it deeper than she thought possible. She repeated the movement, but stopped upon hearing a hissing noise. She glanced over her shoulder. Daniel, jaw clenched, was staring at the machine—or was he watching the brass phallus mercilessly ravish her?

  He caught her looking at him. Their gazes locked. The raw hunger building in his eyes astonished her. A teardrop of moisture escaped her mouth and slid over her bottom lip. This was the most shocking situation she’d ever been in. Then again, it was the only shocking situation she’d known.

  She was naked before a man she barely knew. Her unabashed lust was on full display for him. Her soaked, hot, wet body was a willing prisoner of his fantastical devices. She bent her head and clenched her hands while her vagina shuddered around the rapidly pumping shaft.

  Her breasts felt like tender, overripe melons. The pressure building between her legs was overwhelming and threatened to engulf her. Please, oh, please let there be relief.

  But relief failed to come. Something was missing. What could it be? The machines were stimulating her body with expert precision, tirelessly targeting three major pleasure points. Elena raised her head. Perhaps their precise nature was the problem—they were too exact and repetitive. They lacked a raw, sensual finesse.

  She twisted around to look at the inventor again. “Something is missing. It’s not right.”

  Surprise flashed across his face. Then he frowned. “Is it not fast enough? Not hard enough?”

  Sweat glistened on his bare chest as he freshly cranked all the devices.

  Elena gasped as her arousal heightened from being stimulated faster than ever in three places at once.

  “No, that’s not it. I…” She took in Daniel’s taut abdomen and the top of his trousers. He’d undone the first few buttons and had rolled the top down to his lean hips. The head of his penis poked out, its shape similar to the rod now pumping her with abandon. Except the flesh and blood version was thicker and vein-riddled. The bulbous head strained for freedom.

  She was enjoying this man’s devices, but what would it feel like if the inventor himself took their place? She desperately craved making the discovery. If she didn’t, she might never know the meaning of true happiness. She glanced pointedly down at his insistent member. “Mr. Miller…what’s missing…is…you.”

  Daniel stared at her in wide-eyed disbelief. The expression didn’t last long, however. Wordlessly, he went to work shutting down the devices. First, he stopped cranking the brass phallus. Then he removed the cones from her breasts. Reaching his hand between her legs, he
plucked the egg device from her mound.

  Elena sat on the pallet, her legs tucked to the side. Oh, dear. She hadn’t offended him, had she? Would he think her a spoiled brat for being so demanding? She bit her lip. Perhaps she’d taken after her father without realizing it.

  Daniel roughly cleared the area of all devices. She tensed, wondering if he was going to throw her clothes at her and order her to leave.

  Instead, he vaulted onto the pallet and caged her between his two muscular arms. Drops of his sweat landed on her breasts. The fire in his eyes burned right through to her soul.

  “Is this what you want?”

  His question gave Elena freedom of choice, but the unyielding position of his body demanded her complete surrender. Her path was clear.

  “I want it all,” she whispered.

  With a growl, he pushed her shoulders down onto the pallet and spread her legs wide. Her gaze dropped to his crotch as he freed his long, thick cock from his trousers. It rose proudly before her, the base of it nestled in a patch of brown, crinkly hair.

  He draped his hot, sweaty body over hers. Elena breathed in the mixture of his scents—metal, grease and musk. His chest hovered above hers, their nipples close, but not quite touching. He reached between them and grasped his penis. Its head pushed through her forest of dark curls and nudged her swollen labia. She instinctively spread her legs wider apart. Then he plunged inside her.

  Her fluid eased the way for him. Daniel groaned as his length parted her virgin walls. His cock was huge, long and thick—even larger than the mechanical phallus. It was like he had been readying her for him, seducing her with his inventions. As his cock brushed against her sensitized flesh, a ripple of pleasure followed. Every bold thrust chased the remaining discomfort away. Elena arched her back as he filled her with divine sensation.

  Daniel ground himself against her over and over. As he moved, her nipples brushed against his chest. His roughened hair teased her breasts as they bobbed up and down in time to his rhythm. Then he hooked an arm beneath one of her knees. Bending his head, he closed his mouth over her right nipple. His hot, wicked tongue swirled across her aching tip. No matter how brilliant Daniel was, no device of his could ever accomplish such a decadent feat. Elena gasped as he pounded her vagina and sucked her breast at the same time.