Submitting to the Shadow (Kindred Tales #27) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,38

fruit ointment from her pussy.

Once he was certain she was completely restrained and couldn’t move from the waist down, Roark got down to business. Sitting on the rolling stool so that his mouth was at the level her sex, he carefully removed the Goddess pearl shield with the help of a device that looked like a tiny laser beam. It didn’t hurt at all—it just emitted a warm amber beam of light which seemed to melt the adhesive he’d used to hold the shield in place.

When the shield came off, Roark laid it carefully on the little rolling tray beside him and turned his full attention to Sammi’s pussy.

“Hmm…” he murmured, spreading her outer lips wide to examine her swollen clit. “I can see that your Goddess pearl is engorged.” He stroked along the side of Sammi’s clit lightly with one fingertip, making her gasp and moan. “And extremely sensitive.”

“Please, Roark,” Sammi whispered, not liking to beg but unable to help herself. “Please, if you could just let me come just once. Just one little orgasm…”

“I’m afraid not.” He frowned at her. “As I’ve told you before, you need to be at peak desire before I strap you into the inseminator three days from now.”

“When will you let me see the machine? The inseminator, I mean?” Sammi asked, trying not to moan again as he stroked the other side of her clit as well, still testing her sensitivity.

“Not until I’m ready to use it on you,” Roark told her, frowning. “And now be still and stop asking questions. I must concentrate on removing the ointment from your Goddess pearl.”

Leaning forward, he spread her pussy even wider and dragged the flat of his tongue gently over her inner folds.

“Ohhh!” Sammi gasped, her hands going involuntarily to his thick black hair. “Oh, Roark, yes—please!”

He looked up briefly.

“Don’t tense up, Samantha. You need to relax and let me lick your sweet little cunt until all the ointment is gone.”

“Yes, Sir,” Sammi whispered, not even knowing what she was saying. “I…I’ll try.”

“Good girl,” Roark growled softly, sending a shiver of pure desire down her spine. He held her gaze with his own, his pale eyes blazing. “Such a good girl to spread your legs and let me lick your soft little pussy, Samantha.”

His dirty words turned her on as much as the slow, languorous licks which started at the entrance to her sex and ended at the top of her slit, bathing her inner folds and throbbing clit along the way with each slow lap.

He didn’t try to stop Sammi from carding her hands through his hair, either. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it because he stopped several times to turn his head and press a soft kiss to the center of her palms as she caressed him.

“Oh…Oh, Roark,” she whispered brokenly as he licked her. She was close…so damn close—and yet somehow, the big Kindred managed to keep her from coming. He just kept lapping gently—too gently to bring her to orgasm though he certainly gave her an extremely thorough tongue bath.

As he lapped her, Roark tested her wetness by thrusting two long fingers deep in her trembling pussy. He stroked gently in and out while he tasted her inner folds, cleaning away the bonding fruit ointment and licking her juices.

“Oh Roark, yes…oh, yes!” Sammi moaned. She wanted to buck her hips up to meet his tongue and ride it, as he had suggested she might if he hadn’t strapped her down, but of course she couldn’t. But even though she couldn’t move as she wanted to, the fact that she was restrained only heightened her desire.

The sensation of being tasted as well as being fucked with his long fingers was almost too much for her and she nearly came more than once, but again, Roark somehow knew when she was right on the edge and stopped just before she reached it.

By the time he was done with her, Sammi was trembling from head to toe and distressed little cries were leaving her lips. She was begging and moaning, praying that Roark would let her come, shameless in her need.

But none of it did her a bit of good. Once Roark was satisfied that all the bonding fruit ointment was removed, he put on a fresh coat, dabbing it lightly with his fingers so as not to push her over the edge, and then replaced the damn Goddess shield and told her she was finished.

“Get dressed, Samantha,” he ordered, his eyes gleaming.