Submitting to the Shadow (Kindred Tales #27) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,15

was attempting to open the stirrups—and her legs—but Sammi was resisting.

Roark gave her that stern frown of his that she was beginning to know so well.

“Now, Samantha—how can I reach you and use the wand on you if you don’t part your legs?”

“This is crazy!” Sammi exclaimed, keeping her legs firmly closed. “Why can’t I just use the wand on myself?”

“Because,” Roark growled, a hint of impatience in his deep voice. “The wand isn’t a toy—it’s a precisely calibrated instrument which must be tuned to the exact frequency of the bonding fruit’s molecules in order to break the bonds between them and stop the aphrodisiac effect. If used incorrectly it can result in anything from a case of what would feel like mild sunburn to severe and permanent nerve damage.” He glared at Sammi. “Now do you understand why you can’t use it yourself?”

Sammi bit her lip. She certainly didn’t want either a mild sunburn or permanent nerve damage, especially on her pussy.

“That sounds dangerous,” she protested. “Are you sure there’s no other way?”

“The molecular wand is perfectly safe when it’s being used by someone who knows how to handle it,” Roark assured her. “And the only other way to break the molecular bonds and stop the effect the ointment is having on you, is for me to spread your thighs and lick your pussy.” He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Is that what you want? Because I will do it, Samantha. Your scent is intoxicating and I can only imagine how good you taste.”

His frank words flooded Sammi with so many conflicting emotions she couldn’t speak. She had a sudden mental image of her stern boss between her legs, lapping her open pussy while she tried not to moan and gasp. The thought made her so hot she had to press her thighs together tightly to try and ease the surge of desire she felt.

“Well, Samantha?” Roark raised his eyebrows at her. “The wand or my tongue. Which will it be?”

“I…the…the wand,” she finally managed to get out.

“Very good.” He nodded. “Then spread your legs and let’s get to work.”

At last Sammi allowed him to part her knees. She couldn’t believe she was doing this—couldn’t believe this was only her second day at her new job and she was up in stirrups with her skirt and panties in a crumpled heap on the floor baring her pussy for her boss.

Of course, she had started on the first day by bending over his desk and letting him spank her, so maybe this wasn’t quite so surprising as it might be but still…

“I’m going to need your help, Samantha.”

Roark was sitting on a rolling stool between her open thighs and looking intently at her bare pussy. This made Sammi extremely glad she’d shaved her little mound of red-gold curls down to a tiny patch just at the apex of her sex recently. At least the area he was looking at was neat—although she was also extremely wet, she saw with growing embarrassment. So wet that her pussy lips were slippery and shiny with her juices and so were her inner thighs.

“I said, I’m going to need your help,” he repeated, drawing her out of her shame spiral.

“My help? What do you mean?” Sammi asked.

“I’m going to need you to show me everywhere you rubbed the ointment,” Roark told her. “So I can apply the wand accurately.”

“Oh, uh…” Sammi’s face felt hot. “I pretty much just rubbed it everywhere.”

He looked up at her, frowning.

“Everywhere? As in, the outside of your pussy lips as well as the inside of your sex?”

“No, I don’t think I rubbed it on the, uh, outside,” Sammi said.

“Just inside, then?” he asked, looking up at her.

Remembering how she’d spread her pussy lips and rubbed the pink ointment directly on her clit, Sammi blushed and nodded.

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“Show me where, then,” Roark ordered. “Spread your pussy open and show me where to apply the wand.”

Oh my God! Sammi couldn’t believe how embarrassing this was! But along with the embarrassment, wasn’t there also something else? A naughty little pleasure at obeying her stern boss’s orders? A hot spark of desire caused by her submission?

No, she thought as she spread her pussy with trembling fingers, opening herself and baring her slippery pink inner folds for his inspection. No, I shouldn’t be getting off on this!

“Gods…” Roark was frowning at what he saw. “I think I can tell where you used most of the ointment, Samantha,” he said dryly, glancing up at