Submitting to the Shadow (Kindred Tales #27) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,16

her. “Your Goddess pearl is inflamed with need.”

“My Goddess pearl? You mean my, uh, clit?” Sammi asked, feeling even more embarrassed.

He nodded.

“Yes, I had heard that was what you humans call it. Hold still now, this is a very delicate operation.”

He brought the glowing purple marble at the tip of the wand closer to her open pussy but Sammi twitched her hips to the side.

“That thing looks like it might be hot,” she objected, nodding at the wand. “Are you sure it’s not going to burn me?”

Roark shook his head.

“I have it calibrated exactly. As long as you hold still, you shouldn’t feel anything but a faint warmth and vibration.”

“But—” Sammi began.

He looked up at her sternly, his pale eyes flashing.

“Would you rather I bathe your pussy with my tongue, Samantha? I will be happy to do so if you fear the wand so much.”

“No, no!” Sammi said quickly, feeling her cheeks get even hotter, if that was possible. “Go ahead—I’ll hold still.”

“Very good.” Roark brought the glowing purple marble right up to her pussy and began to stroke it gently over her inner folds.

“Ahhh!” Sammi gasped before she could stop herself. The “faint vibration” was both warm and extremely stimulating to her throbbing, swollen clit. She couldn’t help herself—her hips bucked up as he caressed her with the wand.

“Hold still!” Roark barked, frowning at her. “I told you, this is a delicate operation!”

“I can’t help it!” Sammi snapped back at him. “That thing feels like you’re using a vibrator on me and I’m already really sensitive as it is!”

“I see.” His frown relaxed and he nodded thoughtfully. “You find the wand stimulating? Pleasurable?”

Reluctantly, Sammi nodded.

“It feels too good. I can’t help jerking around when you’re, uh, stroking me like that,” she admitted.

“All right—then we’ll have to hold you in place.”

Roark put down the wand and reached around to pull some kind of straps out of the table.

“Hey—what are you doing?” Sammi demanded as he strapped first one thigh and then the other firmly down to the padded exam table.

“Holding you still the only way I can,” Roark said. He was still busy working, strapping her knees and lower legs down as well. Soon Sammi found herself completely immobile and spread wide on the table with her open pussy on full display.

“This is crazy!” she protested.

“No, this is for your safety,” Roark countered. “I told you what could happen if the wand isn’t used carefully. Now just try to relax and let me finish this, Samantha.”

“But…but I…” she began but he was already picking up the molecular wand again and moving the glowing purple marble to her aching pussy.

This time Roark held her open himself. Spreading her swollen pussy lips with the thumb and finger of his left hand, he stroked the warm, vibrating marble over Sammi’s wet folds, paying special attention to her clit.

“Oh!” Sammi gasped. She would have jerked and bucked if she hadn’t been so firmly strapped down. As it was, she found she was helpless to do anything to get away from the intense sexual stimulation. Her thighs were spread open and her legs were firmly fastened to the table. All she could do was watch as Roark rubbed the glowing marble over the pink pearl of her clit, sending unbearable warm waves of pleasure through her entire body.

But just as it was getting to be too much, the treatment abruptly stopped and Roark withdrew the glowing purple marble.

“Is…is it over?” Sammi wasn’t sure if she was glad or not. The pleasure had been so intense she could barely stand it, but now she felt like she’d been left hanging. A “case of the blue balls” was what a guy would call it but what it amounted to was unfulfilled sexual desire.

But Roark was shaking his head.

“I’m afraid we’re not done yet. You’re tensing up too much, Samantha. You need to relax.”

“What?” Sammi looked down between her legs. “What do you mean?”

“May I show you?” Roark asked. When she nodded, he spread her pussy again with his left hand and then pointed at her clit. “Do you see how tight your Goddess pearl is? You’re so tense and the hood is erect.”

“The what now?” Sammi asked, feeling dazed.

“The clitoral hood. Here.” Very gently, he traced the top part of her throbbing clit with just the tip of his finger.

“Ohhhh!” Sammi moaned and her hips would have bucked if she hadn’t been strapped down, she was sure.

“Gently now,” Roark murmured. “I’m going to stroke you again, Samantha,