Sip Of Pleasure
Babe in Toyland by Ines Johnson
Out Of Print
She needed a break. With some reluctance, she pushed away from her desk. The office was entirely deserted as she walked past darkened cubicles. There was one light on.
The door to the lab whispered open on well-oiled hinges, but Vigo didn't lift his head from the intricate blueprint sprawled across his desk.
Tanya paused in the doorway, her gaze tracing the tense line of his shoulders before it dipped to the dark curls that begged for a distracting tug. The white lab coat he wore hugged his form just right, accentuating broad shoulders and narrow hips—a disconcerting reminder that brains weren't his only asset.
Her heels clicked a determined rhythm on the cold floor as she approached him.
There it was, on the table next to him—the prototype, gleaming under the fluorescent lights with a new addition that made her pulse quicken. It looked like he'd made some major modifications, though.
"Is that what I think it is?" Tanya arched an eyebrow, her throat suddenly dry as if every drop of moisture had diverted course to pool elsewhere.
"Based on our debate over clitoral versus vaginal stimulation—" Vigo said, finally raising his head to meet her eyes. Glasses perched precariously on the bridge of his nose, a contrast to the wicked spark behind them as he held up the dildo attachment for the vibrator. "I've decided both might be more efficient for increased pleasure."
"Never thought I'd hear efficient and pleasure in the same sentence."
She leaned over the table, her breath hitching as her imagination painted vivid scenarios. "But I'm intrigued."
"Good." He pushed the glasses up, and a rare smile played on his lips. "Because I've also adjusted the vibration patterns. More variety, less predictability."
"Predictable is the last thing I want," she admitted, circling the prototype like a predator sizing up its prey. Her fingers hovered over the attachment, a shiver skating down her spine at the thought of what was to come.
"Shall we see if science can indeed indulge the senses?" Vigo's question was rhetorical, his hand gesturing toward the recliner that served as ground zero for their experimentation.
"Hmmm." Tanya's response was breathless, already feeling the weight of her responsibilities dissolving at the mere prospect of surrendering to the machine's—and Vigo's—expertise.
He was a wizard. It was like he'd crawled into her brain and plucked out exactly what she needed. Hopefully, he hadn't made any mistakes in his calculations that she'd have to adjust for.
She climbed into the recliner, the leather cool against her skin. As she settled back, she felt the anticipation coiling within her, a tangible force that threatened to unravel her composure. She didn't slide up her skirt. She waited for him to do that.
Once again, the man didn't disappoint. His gaze latched on to her, asking for consent. She gave him a nod as she pressed her thighs together to give him ease of access to her lower body.
The cool of the leather warmed her ass as her bare cheeks came to rest in the chair’s cushion. Vigo's fingers were warm, and those calluses were rough as he wrapped his index fingers and thumbs around the elastic of her underwear and tugged them down. The descent was slow, and for a moment, she thought he might leave her thong wrapped around her ankles to prevent her escape. She felt the result of that wicked thought as desire pooled between her legs, slipping past her perineum and into her ass crack.
He didn't leave her panties at her ankles. He folded them neatly and placed them on the table next to the blueprint. She should feel exposed. Instead, she felt impatient to begin.
Vigo moved closer, his fingers deft as he attached the vibrator and dildo. His hands, precise and knowing, brushed against her thighs, sending a jolt of electricity up her spine. Surprisingly, the attachment was warm as it sought entrance.
"There's a button for lubrication," he said as though he'd heard her question. "It can be refilled after every ten uses."
The man was a genius. She would've told him so, except she was inhaling sharply as he inserted the dildo into her core. The base of the vibrator lay snug against her clit. Truth be told, she would've come right then and there if not for professional pride.
"Comfortable?" His question was a soft murmur, his eyes searching hers.
"Hmmm" was all she could manage. Her heart thudded in her chest at his machinations.
She wished he'd just close the distance and end the torturous dance of almost-touches. But he pulled back, professionalism reasserting itself like a cold shower. It left behind a trail of disappointment that wound its way through her veins.
"Let's begin then," he said, all business once again, pressing a button that brought the machine—and an indescribable sensation—to life.
Tanya's disappointment disappeared. The hum of the vibrator filled the space between them, inside of her, surrounding her. The soft hum of the vibrator began as a whisper, escalating into a promise that filled the room and resonated within her.
She closed her eyes, letting the slow seduction of the machine's rhythmic motion coax her away from the precipice of stress.
As the vibrations intensified, so did the pull within her. The workload, the upcoming assessment, the need to prove herself—all of it dissipated like mist under the morning sun. Her body became a vessel of pure sensation, every nerve ending singing as if part of a grander symphony orchestrated by Vigo's handiwork.
"Good?" He was close, his presence a grounding force amidst the storm of pleasure building within her.
Her response was lost in a moan as her body began to undulate. She needed more. Wanted more. But at the same time, she wanted exactly the rhythm the device was giving her.
And then, just as soon as her mind said it was enough, it gave her more.
Of their own accord, her inner muscles tightened around the dildo nestled snuggly inside her. It too was vibrating—right against her G-spot. It too was giving her exactly the pressure she needed, and then just as soon as her mind said it was enough, the dildo gave her more pressure.
She couldn't charge forward. She couldn't retreat. Surrender was the only option. And so she did.
The orgasm rose up like a tidal wave, but one she'd seen coming for miles and miles as she'd drifted purposefully toward it. The waters rose and rose, higher and higher over her head, until the inevitable crash of ecstasy pulled her under and washed away all thoughts.
Tanya had no idea how long she was left drowning in pleasure. At some point, the gentle vibrations that followed were a tender caress, guiding her slowly back to reality, a soothing balm to the intensity that had just rocked her being.
"What did you think? Any notes for improvement?"
"It was perfect.”
The door to the lab whispered open on well-oiled hinges, but Vigo didn't lift his head from the intricate blueprint sprawled across his desk.
Tanya paused in the doorway, her gaze tracing the tense line of his shoulders before it dipped to the dark curls that begged for a distracting tug. The white lab coat he wore hugged his form just right, accentuating broad shoulders and narrow hips—a disconcerting reminder that brains weren't his only asset.
Her heels clicked a determined rhythm on the cold floor as she approached him.
There it was, on the table next to him—the prototype, gleaming under the fluorescent lights with a new addition that made her pulse quicken. It looked like he'd made some major modifications, though.
"Is that what I think it is?" Tanya arched an eyebrow, her throat suddenly dry as if every drop of moisture had diverted course to pool elsewhere.
"Based on our debate over clitoral versus vaginal stimulation—" Vigo said, finally raising his head to meet her eyes. Glasses perched precariously on the bridge of his nose, a contrast to the wicked spark behind them as he held up the dildo attachment for the vibrator. "I've decided both might be more efficient for increased pleasure."
"Never thought I'd hear efficient and pleasure in the same sentence."
She leaned over the table, her breath hitching as her imagination painted vivid scenarios. "But I'm intrigued."
"Good." He pushed the glasses up, and a rare smile played on his lips. "Because I've also adjusted the vibration patterns. More variety, less predictability."
"Predictable is the last thing I want," she admitted, circling the prototype like a predator sizing up its prey. Her fingers hovered over the attachment, a shiver skating down her spine at the thought of what was to come.
"Shall we see if science can indeed indulge the senses?" Vigo's question was rhetorical, his hand gesturing toward the recliner that served as ground zero for their experimentation.
"Hmmm." Tanya's response was breathless, already feeling the weight of her responsibilities dissolving at the mere prospect of surrendering to the machine's—and Vigo's—expertise.
He was a wizard. It was like he'd crawled into her brain and plucked out exactly what she needed. Hopefully, he hadn't made any mistakes in his calculations that she'd have to adjust for.
She climbed into the recliner, the leather cool against her skin. As she settled back, she felt the anticipation coiling within her, a tangible force that threatened to unravel her composure. She didn't slide up her skirt. She waited for him to do that.
Once again, the man didn't disappoint. His gaze latched on to her, asking for consent. She gave him a nod as she pressed her thighs together to give him ease of access to her lower body.
The cool of the leather warmed her ass as her bare cheeks came to rest in the chair’s cushion. Vigo's fingers were warm, and those calluses were rough as he wrapped his index fingers and thumbs around the elastic of her underwear and tugged them down. The descent was slow, and for a moment, she thought he might leave her thong wrapped around her ankles to prevent her escape. She felt the result of that wicked thought as desire pooled between her legs, slipping past her perineum and into her ass crack.
He didn't leave her panties at her ankles. He folded them neatly and placed them on the table next to the blueprint. She should feel exposed. Instead, she felt impatient to begin.
Vigo moved closer, his fingers deft as he attached the vibrator and dildo. His hands, precise and knowing, brushed against her thighs, sending a jolt of electricity up her spine. Surprisingly, the attachment was warm as it sought entrance.
"There's a button for lubrication," he said as though he'd heard her question. "It can be refilled after every ten uses."
The man was a genius. She would've told him so, except she was inhaling sharply as he inserted the dildo into her core. The base of the vibrator lay snug against her clit. Truth be told, she would've come right then and there if not for professional pride.
"Comfortable?" His question was a soft murmur, his eyes searching hers.
"Hmmm" was all she could manage. Her heart thudded in her chest at his machinations.
She wished he'd just close the distance and end the torturous dance of almost-touches. But he pulled back, professionalism reasserting itself like a cold shower. It left behind a trail of disappointment that wound its way through her veins.
"Let's begin then," he said, all business once again, pressing a button that brought the machine—and an indescribable sensation—to life.
Tanya's disappointment disappeared. The hum of the vibrator filled the space between them, inside of her, surrounding her. The soft hum of the vibrator began as a whisper, escalating into a promise that filled the room and resonated within her.
She closed her eyes, letting the slow seduction of the machine's rhythmic motion coax her away from the precipice of stress.
As the vibrations intensified, so did the pull within her. The workload, the upcoming assessment, the need to prove herself—all of it dissipated like mist under the morning sun. Her body became a vessel of pure sensation, every nerve ending singing as if part of a grander symphony orchestrated by Vigo's handiwork.
"Good?" He was close, his presence a grounding force amidst the storm of pleasure building within her.
Her response was lost in a moan as her body began to undulate. She needed more. Wanted more. But at the same time, she wanted exactly the rhythm the device was giving her.
And then, just as soon as her mind said it was enough, it gave her more.
Of their own accord, her inner muscles tightened around the dildo nestled snuggly inside her. It too was vibrating—right against her G-spot. It too was giving her exactly the pressure she needed, and then just as soon as her mind said it was enough, the dildo gave her more pressure.
She couldn't charge forward. She couldn't retreat. Surrender was the only option. And so she did.
The orgasm rose up like a tidal wave, but one she'd seen coming for miles and miles as she'd drifted purposefully toward it. The waters rose and rose, higher and higher over her head, until the inevitable crash of ecstasy pulled her under and washed away all thoughts.
Tanya had no idea how long she was left drowning in pleasure. At some point, the gentle vibrations that followed were a tender caress, guiding her slowly back to reality, a soothing balm to the intensity that had just rocked her being.
"What did you think? Any notes for improvement?"
"It was perfect.”