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Her smile wasn't sensuous. It was bright and excited. Holden felt excited looking at her. Not in his dick. It was hard and straight on its own. He was excited in his mind.

As she turned back to her instruments, Holden caught himself imagining what it would be like to collaborate with Angela on her innovative designs. To explore uncharted territories where performance gave way to palpable, pulsing reality. For now, though, he was content to be her subject, watching her hands move with deft assurance as they began the intimate dance of creation.

Holden leaned back against the cool metal table, a spectator to Angela's meticulous process. The slick silicone slid in and out of her hands as she manipulated it with an artist's touch. Every now and then, she'd measure, mark, adjust, her brow furrowed in concentration.

He tried to stay still, to be a good subject, but his gaze betrayed him, veering off course, magnetically drawn to the prototype that sat innocently on a shelf nearby. That cock ring—it was like a siren calling to him from across the room, promising new realms of pleasure yet to be charted.

"Tell me," he ventured, his curiosity piqued as much as his arousal, "what's got you so fascinated with that ring? What will it do that others don't?"

Angela paused, considering him for a moment before answering. "Most toys are designed with performance in mind, simulating pleasure often depicted in films like yours. This—" She gestured toward the cock ring with a flourish. "This is different. It will enhance the individual experience, about heightening the wearer's own sensations, not just the viewer's."

"Sounds revolutionary," Holden admitted, the idea igniting a spark of excitement within him. It was a novel thought—that his pleasure could be the focus, no acting required, just the raw intensity of his own body's responses.

"I just need to get the motor right and then work on the density of the silicone."

"Never thought I'd find myself discussing the intricacies of silicone density while literally stuck in place," Holden remarked, the plaster now a firm cast around him.

Angela chuckled, a sound that danced along his nerves like a caress. "And I never anticipated such an attentive audience for my technical ramblings."

"Consider me fully... absorbed."

"If I can get it right, it'll enhance the male orgasm—strengthen it, prolong it, intensify it. By applying pressure at strategic points, it can heighten sensitivity and potentially lead to a more powerful climax."

"Can I volunteer my services?"

She opened her mouth, then closed it. It had been a long time since Holden had been turned down. He wasn't sure he could brush it off. Not when he wanted it so much, to work with her on something new.

Angela's laugh was like velvet, soft and rich, and it wrapped around him, sending a jolt through his system. "I appreciate the enthusiasm, Mr. Tighe. But are you sure you're ready to be a part of cutting-edge research? It could be quite... intensive."

"Intensity is my middle name."

"It says on your chart that your middle name is Beau."

Holden grinned.

"Tell me that's not your real name."

"Tell me I can be your test subject and I'll give you my real name."

CHAPTER FOUR

Angela extended the sleek, black cock ring toward Holden, her fingers inadvertently grazing his. The fleeting touch sent an unexpected jolt through her, a silent echo of desire.

God, but the man was beautiful. She'd thought so the first time he'd come in and modeled for them. It wasn't just that his cock was long and thick; it was the control he had over his erection.

Angela wanted to break that control. She wanted to have him writhing in pleasure. The cock ring would be the perfect tool to do so.

She cleared her throat, focusing on professionalism. "This little marvel is engineered to amplify pleasure for both partners, but it can be used solo. Its vibrations can resonate in harmony with your body's rhythm, creating an intense experience."

Holden's gaze lingered on the device, a mixture of curiosity and raw need reflected in his eyes. His hands, those large, capable instruments that had undoubtedly explored every curve and contour of desire, now trembled slightly as he reached for the ring.

"I put myself in your capable hands, Dr. Prescott."

His attempt to slip the ring onto his impressive girth was clumsy, the tremor in his hands betraying an unusual nervousness. Angela watched her pulse quickening at the sight of his vulnerability. It was a rare glimpse beyond the confident façade of Holden Tighe, adult film icon.

"Here, let me help you with that," Angela offered, her voice steady despite the heat pooling within her. She took the ring from his fumbling grip and with deft movements born from her intimate knowledge of the device, positioned it at the base of his erection.

The smooth silicone slid against his heated skin, and as she secured it into place, Holden's body shuddered beneath her touch. His breath hitched. Angela felt a surge of power, knowing she had elicited such a response.

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