“Do you not want the ointment removed? I’m afraid it will be more than you can bear if I put on a second coat before I fit you with the nipple caps on and you’re unable to touch your nipples.”
“I do want it removed. I just…” Sammi bit her lip. “Isn’t there…another way? I don’t like that molecular wand thing.”
“The only other way is for me to suck your nipples until I get all of the ointment off,” Roark growled softly. He looked at her. “Is that what you want?”
“Well…” Sammi’s heart was suddenly pounding and her breath was coming short. “If…if you don’t mind,” she said at last.
His pale eyes were suddenly half-lidded.
“Do I mind sucking your ripe nipples? Of course not, Samantha. As long as you don’t feel taken advantage of, I’ll be happy to help you by removing the ointment that way.”
“Thank you,” Sammi breathed. Arching her back so that her full breasts, still encircled by the black leather straps of the harness were clearly visible, she looked at him. “Go ahead—I’m ready, Roark.”
“It would be my very great pleasure,” he murmured. “But first I need to take a baseline reading of your desire. I’ll want to be able to compare how the breast harness itself affected you, and then contrast the findings with how the rest of the prototypes affect your level of desire and sexual need.”
“All right,” Sammi whispered, nodding. “But how will you do it?”
“With this.” Roark pulled out another wand-like instrument with a bright red light at the end. “This will measure your natural lubrication and the strength of your inner muscles contracting around it while I remove the ointment.”
“So…you’re going to put that in me at the same time you’re sucking the bonding fruit ointment off my nipples?” Sammi asked, frowning.
“I was planning to. Why—is it a problem?” Roark raised an eyebrow.
“Well, it’s just that…” Sammi cleared her throat. “It seems to me you could almost, uh, gauge the factors you were talking about manually, without the use of a, uh, machine.”
Roark frowned at her.
“Are you implying that I should abandon my instrument and simply do this by hand instead?”
Sammi’s eyes flew to his long, strong fingers—he had what her mom had called “piano player’s hands,”—and felt her cheeks getting hot.
“God, yes!” she whispered and cleared her throat. “Uh, that is, I think it would be more accurate in a way. Because I won’t be, uh, as turned on by an instrument trying to measure my reactions, so you won’t get a true reading if you use it.”
Roark looked thoughtful.
“A very good point, Samantha. Very well, if you really don’t mind then I’ll use my fingers to gauge your responsiveness and wetness level.” He frowned. “But I’m afraid you’ll have to push up your skirt and take off your panties in order for me to reach you.”
“All right,” Sammi agreed at once. A little voice in the back of her head whispered that she shouldn’t be doing this but she decided she didn’t care.
Ignoring the voice, she pulled up her skirt and lifted her hips so Roark could slide the white lace panties she was wearing down her legs. Then she lay back against the raised top of the table, which had been lifted to make it almost like a chair, and spread her legs for the big Shadow Twin.
“I’m ready,” she whispered, looking up at him. “You can…can remove the ointment now, Roark.”
“Very well.” His voice was a low rumble and there was no disguising the desire in his gaze—not that he tried to, Sammi thought. His pale eyes were blazing as he leaned over to take one of her nipples in his mouth and slipped a hand between her thighs at the same time.
Eighteen
Sammi couldn’t help the moan that rose to her lips as Roark sucked her right nipple deep into his mouth and slid two long, strong fingers deep into her wet pussy. She gasped and bucked her hips up at his invasion as she thrust her nipple even deeper into his hot mouth. God, it felt so good! She couldn’t help writhing on the table as his fingers slid deeper and deeper into her.
Roark let her nipple slip from between his lips for a moment as he looked down into her eyes.
“Very good, Samantha,” he murmured. “You’re extremely wet and very responsive. Now, can you squeeze my fingers so I can feel the strength of your inner muscles?”
Obediently, Sammi squeezed hard, arching her back as she gave him what he wanted.
“Hmm…very nice indeed.” His pale eyes were still half-lidded and she knew he must be getting pleasure from this—it couldn’t all be cold, hard data to him—could it?
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I…I’m doing my best.”
“I see that you are. But I wonder if we could increase the response if I did this.”
Sammi gasped as she felt his thumb slip into her inner folds and began to circle her clit almost idly.
“Ohhh!” she moaned, her hips bucking again. “Oh yes—yes please!”
“A very positive response,” Roark growled softly. “Let’s see if we can increase it while I remove the ointment from your other nipple, shall we?”
“Yes!” Sammi moaned as he leaned over to suck her left nipple into his hot mouth and continued to stroke her pussy, both inside and out.
Despite getting herself off four times the night before, Sammi still felt like she needed more—and this was exactly what she needed. Hands balled into fists at her sides, she moaned and writhed, squeezing his fingers as hard as she could while Roark sucked her nipples and continued to fingerfuck her pussy as he strummed her clit with his thumb.
It occurred to Sammi that she had never been with a lover who touched her like this—who knew exactly how to get her off. Some of the men she’d dated couldn’t find her clit with “two hands and a flashlight” as Meg put it and some could find it but tended to rub much too roughly. They seemed to think it was a magic button and if they just pressed it hard enough and often enough it would send her into the stratosphere.
But Roark was different. Rather than mashing down on the “magic button” he was touching her just the way she liked to be touched—a swift, light motion that circled her aching, tender clit without actually pressing it directly. And all the while, his long fingers continued to fuck deeply into her hungry pussy.
It was amazing that he seemed to know instinctively what brought her the greatest pleasure, Sammi thought deliriously. She wondered if it was some kind of Kindred trait to know how to make a woman feel good or if the Shadow Twin was just gifted.
Her orgasm wasn’t long in coming—how could it be when he was pleasuring her so perfectly?
“Roark!” she heard herself gasping. “Oh God, yes…yes!”
He stopped sucking for a moment and looked into her eyes intently, though his fingers never stopped moving.
“That’s right, Samantha,” he murmured hoarsely, still stroking deeply into her pussy. “That’s right, squeeze my fingers as hard as you can. Show me how full of desire you are—how much you need to be penetrated—to be fucked.”
The way he was looking at her and the soft, dirty words in that deep voice of his were too much for Samantha. With a moan, she came again, drenching his fingers in her juices as the pleasure rolled over her in overwhelming waves.
God, can’t believe I’m doing this! she couldn’t help thinking.
But she was, and though she felt guilty, she never wanted it to stop.
Nineteen
All good things must come to an end. At last the delicious spasms of pleasure eased and Roark withdrew his fingers from her pussy.
“Hmmm…” he nodded approvingly 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 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 the Mother Ship. Shall we say around seven?”
“Oh, uh…” Sammi blinked, not sure what to say. Was he asking her on a date? And if so, should she go on a date with her boss?
The answer was almost certainly no. But then, that was also the answer she would have given if someone had asked her if she ought to let her boss spank her or run incredibly erotic sexual experiments on her, too. So she wasn’t sure what to say.
“Seven?” Roark repeated, raising an eyebrow.
“All right.” Sammi felt her cheeks getting pink. “If you don’t think us going on a date will, um, affect the research in any way.”
“A date?” He frowned. “I think you have misunderstood me, Samantha. I simply want to take you out so that I can test the efficacy of the devices you’re currently wearing.”
“Oh, I…” Sammi was covered in confusion and embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I thought—”
“You thought I would make improper advances on you?” Roark asked, frowning. “Of course I won’t, Samantha. It would be deeply inappropriate for the two of us to become involved emotionally while we are working together. Besides which, I have no time for personal relationships.”
“Right. Well, I don’t either,” Sammi said lamely. She didn’t know why she felt so let down. It wasn’t like she wanted to date her stern, uncompromising boss. But it was hard to reconcile the intense pleasure he’d been giving her with the fact that he really was only doing all of this for science.
“It’s not that I don’t find you to be a beautiful female—I do. You’re stunning, actually,” Roark told her. “But…” He gave her a serious look. “The research must come first. Always.”
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