Submitting to the Shadow (Kindred Tales #27) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,28

at the fact that his digits were coated in her honey. “A most promising result.”

Putting his fingers into his mouth, he sucked them clean, his eyes going half-lidded again as he did.

“You have a most delicious flavor, Samantha,” he murmured when he was finished. “I’ll have to note that in my data. And you came twice—also worth noting.”

“I…I couldn’t help it,” Sammi whispered breathlessly. “It…I was just…I mean you were…”

“I was stimulating you to see what kind of response I could provoke after you had been wearing the breast harness for twenty-four hours,” he interrupted, a bit of his old sternness creeping back into his voice. “And I hope you enjoyed those two orgasms, Samantha—they are the last you’ll be having for quite some time.”

“What?” Sammi frowned at him uncertainly. “What do you mean? Are you, er, going to stop testing your prototypes on me?”

She didn’t know how to feel about that. Part of her still felt guilty for submitting to his “research” so easily but a much larger part was going to be extremely disappointed if he had suddenly decided to stop. But Roark’s next words put her fears to rest.

“Oh no, Samantha,” he assured her. “No, our testing has only just begun. But since a female needs to be extremely aroused to become pregnant with a Kindred baby, I’m afraid I’ll need you to let your arousal and desire build for some time before I put you in the insemination machine.”

“Let it build?” Sammi said blankly. “But if you’re going to keep using that ointment on me, I’m afraid I’ll go crazy if I can’t, er…help myself, if you know what I mean.”

“Yes, I know exactly what you mean,” Roark said dryly. “But I’m afraid I can’t allow you to have any more orgasms. From now until I strap you into the inseminator, I’m going to have to build your desire as much as possible. We’re going to be using a technique called ‘edging’ to achieve that. Do you know what that is?”

Sammi shook her head.

“Edging? No, what’s that?”

“It’s simply a term for building your sexual need over time until you’re at a ‘fever pitch’ you might say,” Roark told her. He leaned closer, holding her eyes with his. “I want your every thought, your every dream, to be about getting fucked, Samantha,” he growled softly. “And you won’t be allowed to orgasm again until you’re strapped into my insemination machine with a thick phallus buried deep in your hot little cunt. Do I make myself clear?”

Sammi bit her lip as fresh desire rushed through her. She’d always wanted a man who knew how to talk dirty to her, but none of the guys she’d been with previously had any kind of clue how to do it right. The way Roark was looking her directly in the eyes as he told her exactly what he was going to do to her made her pussy throb all over again.

Not that she was going to get any relief, she thought. Not if he really was going to stop her from touching herself somehow.

Although, how could he? It wasn’t like they lived together—how would he know if she gave herself a quick release, here and there, just to take the edge off?

“Please don’t worry that you’ll have difficulty resisting the urge to touch yourself,” Roark said, breaking into her train of thought. “The nipple caps and the Goddess pearl shield will insure that you’re completely unable to reach orgasm, no matter how aroused you may become.”

“The what?” Sammi exclaimed, looking at him guiltily. Had he read her mind?

“Nipple caps are exactly what they sound like,” Roark said. He was already bringing out a little black case. Inside, nestled in white velvet folds, were three small, black devices, Sammi saw. Two of them were conical in shape and the third was somewhat rounder, more of a half-sphere.

“Are those supposed to fit on me somehow?” she asked, frowning. “Are they just to keep me from, uh, touching myself?”

“They will serve that purpose, yes.” Roark nodded. “But they will also serve to keep you stimulated—though never to the point of orgasm. They each have a complicated array of sensors inside that will be able to tell when you’re about to reach the peak—at which point they will cease their stimulation.”

“What? But that sounds like torture!” Sammi exclaimed.

“No, it’s edging—exactly as I told you,” Roark corrected her. “All three of these devices—the nipple caps and the Goddess pearl shield—will send me data to let me