Submitting to the Shadow (Kindred Tales #27) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,29

know how aroused you are. Though I will, of course, continue to test your lubrication daily here in the lab.”

“Meaning you’re going to be fingering me every day at work?” Sammi asked and then blushed. She couldn’t believe that sentence had come out of her mouth!

But Roark only nodded in a businesslike way.

“Unless you’d prefer I use the instrument I first showed you to gauge your wetness and desire?”

“No.” Sammi bit her lip, embarrassed to admit how much she wanted him to touch her. “No, that…that’s okay. I think it’s better the other way.”

“It’s certainly data I’ll enjoy collecting.” Roark’s voice had dropped to a low growl again. “But as I said, the sensors inside the caps and shield will let me know when you’re at your peak desire—which should coincide with your monthly ovulation. So I’ll need to know about your cycle as well—I’ll have you fill out the paperwork after we finish here.”

“But—” Sammi started to say but Roark only shook his head and went on.

“So let’s reapply a fresh coat of the bonding fruit ointment on both your nipples and your Goddess pearl and then I’ll attach the caps and shield.”

“But I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand it!” Sammi protested. “I mean, having the ointment on my clit was bad enough the first time and that was when I could, uh, relive my needs,” she finished, feeling her cheeks get hot.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to stand it, Samantha.” Roark frowned at her. “You must not be allowed to orgasm until you’re strapped into the insemination machine with a thick phallus stretching your tight little pussy. Now please let me see your breasts again.”

Twenty

Roark pulled out a little pot of the pink bonding fruit ointment and waited until she lay back submissively and arched her back to expose her breasts more fully.

Why am I letting him do this?

Sammi didn’t know—she only knew that she had never felt more turned on than when Roark gave her an order—especially a sexual command—and she obeyed it. Did that make her a sexual submissive? And if so, was that bad?

Again, she didn’t know. She watched, nibbling her lower lip in apprehension, as he painted a generous fingerful of the stuff on first one nipple and then the other. After that, he uncapped a tiny tube and dabbed a bit of its contents around the rim of the first nipple cap.

“Is that some kind of glue?” Sammi asked as he put it on her right nipple. The cap fit perfectly over the tight pink point and then seemed to shrink until it fit around both her nipple and areola almost like a glove.

“It is,” Roark acknowledged. “It’s completely waterproof and heatproof. But please don’t worry—I have the solvent here in my lab. We’ll remove these when the time is right.”

As he spoke, he glued the second nipple cap in place. It also shrank to fit her left nipple and areola.

Roark stood back for a moment to admire his handiwork.

“Very nice,” he commented. “They fit perfectly. Now for the Goddess pearl shield. Please spread your thighs for me again, Samantha. No—wider this time.”

He helped her by opening the stirrups at the bottom of the table much wider so that Sammi was spread out and completely on display. She felt wanton and vulnerable all at once, but she didn’t have time to get embarrassed because before she knew it, Roark was spreading her pussy lips and rubbing a generous amount of the pink ointment into her sensitive clit.

“Oh…oh!” Sammi gasped, her hips bucking as he stroked her so intimately. She expected to get in trouble for moving around so much but Roark only shook his head.

“So responsive,” she heard him murmur. “Gods!”

And then he was gluing the little round black half-sphere of the clit guard around her throbbing button, which meant that Sammi couldn’t give herself an ounce of pleasure—or relief—until he took it off again.

Well, at least it’s not too bad so far, she thought hopefully. Roark had just given her two intense orgasms so maybe her sexual desire was at a low ebb. Maybe she wouldn’t be bothered by the nipple caps and clit guard for some time. Maybe—

“…come with me to dinner tonight.”

“What?” Sammi looked up, jerked out of her inner thoughts by her boss’s words.

“I said, I would like you to come to dinner with me tonight,” Roark said. “There is an excellent restaurant that specializes in Twin Kindred cuisine I’d like to take you to, here aboard