Take the pink pill

You pick up the pink pill and pop it into your mouth, taking a swig from the bottle to swallow it down. Dr. Black nods, starts a timer and quickly takes the remaining green pill back, returning it to the bottle it came from, which vanishes back into her pocket as she speaks into a dictaphone, "patient has independently chosen medication A."
She speaks again to you, "if you'll just hold still for a second." Before you really clock what's happening Dr. Black has activated something and your arms are locked to the arm rests of the chair by extended cuffs, you jiggle your arms curiously, enough room to move but you are prevented from leaving the chair. You look at Dr. Black the question clear on your face. "Experimental procedure." Which seems to be the only answer you'll get. She's watching you closely, eyes flicking back and forth between you and the timer, clearly waiting for something to happen. The silence of each second stretches out as your captor watches you like a hawk.

It isn't long at before you start to feel warm, blood rushing a little faster through your body. Your flaccid cock twitches and as it does you find your thoughts focus less on yourself and more on Dr. Black, standing back from you and resting against the desk. It feels like your senses are dialled up, you can smell her perfume against the faint background of her sweat. "Patient shows physiological response at 55 seconds." You see the slight dilation of her pupils as she watches your cock swell, the minute increase in pace as she spoke showing her excitment that she's trying to keep hidden behind a professional veneer. More than what she wants though, you know what you want. To climax, as soon and as many times as possible. You try to reach for your own cock, to stroke yourself at least but your hands are held tight. You squirm in the chair trying to curl up in such a way that you can get your cock to your own hand, but the way that you're held down prevents such a possibility. You only manage to bump the table away on it's swinging arm, knocking the water bottle to the floor as you do. Dr. Black just watches you closely. Taunting you with how out of reach she is. She looked attractive before, but when you walked in the room you hadn't appreciated fully how fuckable her lips looked, how her chin would look perfect with your cum mixed with her saliva dripping down it. You open you mouth, not even sure what you're going to say, beg her to move closer, to touch you, to free you, all that comes out is panting and a soft moan, your cock throbbing in your lap.

"Patient shows elevated level of desperation at 80 seconds." Her voice is perfect, the soft vibrations in the air tease your sensitive member, if you could just get her to talk more. God if you could just get her to touch you. How has it only been 80 seconds since you took that damn pill?
"What do you need?" She's talking to you! Asking what you need. You strain against your restraints towards her.
"You."
She actually blushes, the slight reddening of her cheeks obvious to you as she talks into the dictaphone. "Still able to communicate although limited." She'd just been checking to see if you could still talk, it seems your answer still took her a little by surprise. Her eyes meet yours again and you strain against your bonds, god you just want to sink into her, you NEED to.

"Intiating testing protocol 1." You relax for a second, curious as to where she is going with this. "You want to cum?" You nod at her, please keep talking, please keep making those lovely words and moving those beautiful lips. "You're close already aren't you?" Fuck you are, you can actually feel precum coating your head, feel how each beat of your heart throbs between your legs. She licks her lips and you hear it as if she's licking right next to your ear. You squirm again, making a soft low moan. "If I count down, will you climax when I say 1?" You nod, obedient, **** for whatever you can get even if she won't touch you.
"Five," oh fuck she's starting low. "Four," and she is not going slow, there's an almost breathlessness to her words, she wants to see it. "Three," an excitement behind the numbers and you're so ready to give her what she wants, what you want. "Two," her eyes are just locked onto your throbbing cock and the look in her eyes is hunger, and you want to fucking explode and shudder and moan and the gap before this last number is dragging each microsecond out and you can't last even one more- "One."

It rocks through you, you gasp as a more intense orgasm than any you've felt rocks through you. Without the physical stimulation it feels like it starts within your chest, endorphins exploding from there out to your extremities. This sensation looping within you until it reaches your groin and your cock shudders as it pumps a geyser directly upwards. It feels like it shoots out of you with the energy borne of your desperation. It splashes onto your bare stomach and legs, sticking to your skin. The last dribbles run down your shaft and Dr. Black's eyes follow those droplets.
"Evelated response to verbal stimuli noted."
There's a slight dampening of your overwhelming horniness as you come down from the climax but you hardly even soften before it starts to build up again. Not enough, not yet. And Dr. Black is so close and so fuckable and clearly aroused. Her pupils, heartrate, flushed skin, breathing and the slight smell of her arousal more clear than if she had a neon sign saying 'DTF'. And all that's between you and her are these pathetic restraints.