Submitting to the Shadow (Kindred Tales #27) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,18
problems? Ohhh!” Sammi moaned again because the glowing purple marble had slipped down and was entering the entrance to her pussy.
“Just hold still, Samantha.” Roark’s deep voice was back to being strict again. “Hold still and let me explore you thoroughly and make certain we get it all taken care of.”
Sammi had no choice but to do as he said. Still moaning, she watched as the long purple wand fucked her carefully and thoroughly, sliding in and out of her pussy channel and hitting her g-spot with each deep thrust. More pleasure rushed through her and she came again, even harder this time, until at last she felt she was going to pass out with the pleasure.
“Can’t stand…” she gasped, writhing ineffectually against her bonds. “Can’t stand much more. Please, Roark—please!”
“All right.” At last he withdrew the wand and turned it off. “I think we got all of it. How do you feel?”
“Worn out,” Sammi panted. Her breath was tearing raggedly in her throat as she tried to recover from the intense orgasm. “You didn’t…didn’t tell me you were going to, uh, make me come like that!”
Roark shrugged.
“It was simply a side effect of breaking the molecular bonds.”
“If we’re all done then can you unstrap me?” Sammi asked, hating how weak she sounded. “I…I feel so vulnerable all tied down like this.”
“Forgive me.” Roark put down the wand and began unstrapping her thighs. “But it was necessary to hold you still.” He arched an eyebrow at her. “Do you feel better now? Has the desire dissipated?”
“I think so.” Sammi got off the table and stood on wobbly legs. “I…oh!” Her legs gave way and she would have fallen if Roark hadn’t caught her.
“All right now, you’re all right,” he murmured, swinging her up and cradling her in his arms.
“I don’t know if I am,” Sammi whispered. “Why do I feel so weak? Is it because you made me come so hard?”
“Possibly.” He sat her gently back on the table with her legs hanging over the side. Kneeling in front of her, he picked up her panties and began putting them back on her. “A strong orgasm can make you feel weak sometimes.”
“God, I can’t believe we’re having this conversation!” Sammi put one trembling hand to her head. “And I can’t believe what we just did. I mean, you’re my boss! And why do you have all this equipment and this, uh, exam table back here, anyway?”
Roark frowned as he helped her pull her panties up and then started putting on her skirt.
“It’s all part of building and testing my prototype. I’ll tell you everything once we’re settled—though I had hoped to put off revealing my research until later on in your employment.”
“If you were waiting until we got to know each other better, I think that ship has sailed,” Sammi said dryly.
One corner of his stern but sensuous mouth quirked up briefly.
“You could be right about that. Very well, come with me and I’ll tell you all about it.”
Twelve
Gods! Roark squeezed his hands into fists at his sides as he watched his new assistant’s full ass sway while she walked from the fitting room of his lab back to the work room.
Making her come…stroking her pussy while she moaned and begged and writhed, had been the most intensely erotic experience of his life. He hadn’t allowed himself to be intimate with any female since Amanda and that had been so long ago it almost didn’t hurt anymore.
Almost.
He pushed the thought of his past lover out of his mind. Samantha was nothing like her and this situation was completely different. She was his assistant, that was all. And now that they had “gotten to know each other better” as she put it, he could get her more deeply involved in the testing part of his research.
Which was exactly why he couldn’t let himself become aroused by her reactions, he reminded himself. No matter how enticing she was when she moaned his name and came for him, he needed to remain an impartial observer and not allow himself to become emotionally involved.
Because once they started the fitting and testing of the parts of his prototype, there was going to be a lot more moaning and begging and coming—if there wasn’t, then something was seriously wrong with his designs.
The research had to come first and any feelings he was tempted to have for the luscious little female must be suppressed.
Roark only hoped he was strong enough to suppress them.