Submitting to the Shadow (Kindred Tales #27) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,17
and I want you to try to relax.”
“But…but it feels too good to relax,” Sammi protested. “You’re driving me crazy!”
“Nevertheless, you must try to relax.” Roark gave her a strict frown. “I’m going to stroke all around your Goddess pearl until you learn to loosen up and let the pleasure flow through you. Once you’re finally relaxed we can continue the treatment.”
“I…I’ll try to relax,” Sammi whispered submissively. “But I don’t know if I can.”
“You can,” Roark assured her. “You just have to put your mind to it. Relax now, Samantha…”
As he spoke, the tip of his finger continued to slide around and around the sensitive little button in a way that was both sensuous and almost hypnotic.
“Relax for me, Samantha,” he murmured as he touched her. “Let the tension flow away and just open yourself as I stroke your Goddess pearl…”
Sammi found herself obeying him. She tried to do as he said and let the pleasure flow through her as she took deep breaths and let herself be open to her boss’s long fingers.
“Good girl,” Roark murmured as she felt her tingling clit relax under his gentle caress. “That’s a very good girl, Samantha to open yourself and let me stroke your soft little pussy…”
And then his finger left her open folds to be replaced by the glowing purple marble once more.
Oh…Oh my God! Sammi moaned to herself as the “treatment” continued and the vibration resumed once more. Can’t stand this much longer. It feels too good…it’s too much…
She thought she had never felt so vulnerable…or so hot…in her life.
“Stop—stop!” she begged at last, her heart pounding and her whole body quivering.
Roark switched the wand off once more.
“Why?”
“Because if you don’t I’m going to…going to come,” Sammi admitted, her voice shaking with shame and need. “I swear to God, Roark—I’m right on the edge. Please!”
Her boss shook his head and flipped the switch, lighting up the marble at the end of the wand again.
“I’m afraid I can’t stop again—the molecular bonds have to be vibrated at the right frequency for some time in order to break.”
“But I’m going to come!” Sammi protested, squirming ineffectually against the straps around her thighs. Damn it, she was so incredibly vulnerable here! And somehow the vulnerability—the helplessness she felt—was making her even hotter. Which had to be wrong, didn’t it? But if so, why did it feel so right—so pleasurable?
“It’s all right if you orgasm,” Roark assured her. “It won’t affect the outcome.”
“But—” Sammi gasped desperately. “But it’s so embarrassing.”
“It’s a natural reaction to stimulation,” Roark told her as he began to stroke the glowing marble over her tender clit again. His voice became softer and he looked up at her, his pale eyes half-lidded. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, Samantha. It’s all right—just let yourself go. Let yourself come while I take care of you,” he murmured.
Sammi wasn’t sure if it was his deep, soft voice giving her permission to let go or the buzzing, humming wand he was stroking her pussy with over and over but suddenly she was coming—coming so hard she saw stars.
“Oh!” she gasped, her back arching though her pelvis and thighs remained anchored to the padded exam chair. “Oh, Roark, please! Please!”
Her hands clenched into fists at her sides and she didn’t know if she was begging him to stop or to never stop—she only knew the pleasure coursing through her was incredible—overwhelming. And as long as he stroked her open pussy with the glowing purple wand she couldn’t stop coming…
“All right…all right now. I think we’ve neutralized the compound around your Goddess pearl,” Roark said at last, pulling the marble away from her throbbing clit.
“You…you did?” Sammi panted, looking at him with dazed eyes. “Are…are we done, then?” She didn’t know if she wanted the answer to be yes or no.
Roark frowned. “That depends—is your Goddess pearl the only place you put the ointment?”
Sammi thought of her embarrassing fantasies of the night before—how she had imagined the big Kindred putting his long fingers deep inside her and fucking her with them. Her own fingers hadn’t been nearly long enough to simulate his but she’d tried anyway.
And her fingers had been coated in the pink ointment.
Reluctantly, she shook her head.
“No, I…I put it, uh, inside too,” she admitted, her cheeks getting hot again. “Um, pretty deep, actually.”
“It’s a good thing you admitted it,” Roark told her, frowning. “It’s important we neutralize all of the bonding fruit molecules or you could have serious problems down the road.”