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you, how should I
punish you?” I lean in, smirking.
    Julian stops his thrashing and his eyes suddenly darken.
In one swift, sharp move, he flips me around and clamps his hands
around my waist. I gasp as he pushes me to the wall, imprisoning me
with his arms and body. Just like that, the tables are turned.
    “ You were saying...” he murmurs, bending his
face to mine. His hands slip under my t-shirt and move up and down
along the curve of my waist. He pushes my t-shirt up insistently and
I raise my arms to let him pull it up over my head. He flings the
wet t-shirt away and catches my wrists. Very slowly, he brings my
hands down to his, lacing his fingers through mine. His chest is
brushing against my erect nipples, and he lowers his mouth to brush
against my lips. I close my eyes, feeling his breath against my
cheek, my lips, my neck. The searing heat of his breath and his body
is in sharp contrast with the cool of the water. Our hands are
underwater, our fingers interlaced. The water caresses our skin,
pushing us towards each other. The lapping of the water against my
breasts makes me acutely aware of my aching, erect nipples. Julian
steps up to me, pressing urgently against me and I arch my back to
him. His erection stabs into my belly, and I rest one leg against
his thigh, wanting to feel his cock between my legs. Taking my cue,
he pulls my legs up to his waist. The water supports my weight
easily, and I lock my legs round his torso. His hands hold my waist
firmly and he starts to move against me. Through his swimming
trunks, I can feel the tip of his cock strain to enter me. All I
want to do is rip my bikini off and feel him completely inside me,
but I know that Julian would refuse to penetrate me. He wouldn't
even kiss me full on the mouth.
    Feeling me, wanting me, tormenting me is as far as he
will go, for now. I throw my head back and his tongue takes a
tentative taste of my throat. I shudder and rake my fingers through
his hair, pulling him to me.
    His breathing is harsh and ragged, and he is pushing so
hard against me I can feel his cock at the very tip of my slit. My
bikini feels like an unnecessary, unwanted barrier, denying Julian
access to me. I squirm in desire and frustration.
    Julian's hands cup my butt, gripping me so hard his
nails dig into me. “Sophia...” He sounds like he is
begging.
    I can't take it anymore. My whole body is trembling
with need. “Make me come,” I whisper. “Make me
come now.”
    He gazes deeply into my eyes and very slowly, he
untangles himself from me. Slipping one arm under my knees, he lifts
me out of the water and deposits me at the edge of the pool.
Emerging from the pool, he kneels by my side and gathers me in his
arms. Silently, our eyes locked in an intense, expectant gaze, he
carries me into the house and up the stairs. We are still dripping,
the water running down our chests, but that is not what is causing
the growing wetness between my legs.
    I am barely able to breathe. My need is smothering,
smoldering, almost burning through the wet fabric on my skin and I
almost moan in anticipation and agony. Despite the cool water
running down my body, I feel almost feverish.
    Julian nudges the door to the laboratory open with his
shoulder and carries me into the room. The sex machine is already
switched on, and I can see a small red light blinking on one of the
monitors.
    My eyelids flutter as he lays me down gently in the
middle of the machine. An involuntary, delicious shiver courses
through my body when I remember what I'd just told Julian.
    Make me come.
    Well, he is about to do just that.
    Shakily, I raise my hands behind my neck to untie my
halter top but Julian stops me. “Allow me,” he says
gruffly, catching my arms. I stand and face him, feeling his hands
on my bare shoulders.
    Slowly, his hands move to my nape. His long fingers
deftly unties the string of my bikini top and removes it, exposing my
bare breasts. His eyes hungrily take in the swell of my breasts