This must be why they call it “edging” Sammi thought, writhing around in her seat as though she had literal ants in her pants. Because it’s going to drive me over the edge of insanity if it doesn’t stop or I don’t get some relief soon!
“Roark, please!” she managed to gasp. “Please, I can’t stand it! I’ll go crazy—please make it stop!”
He frowned.
“I will not make it stop. I will, however, turn down the settings on both the nipple caps and the Goddess pearl shield.”
He pressed some buttons on the remote and the intense sucking at her nipples eased until it just felt like someone lapping her peaks gently. The vibrating pleasure teasing her clit also decreased until it, too, felt like a gentle, playful tongue or a single fingertip circling her aching button.
“Ohhhh…” Sammi moaned. She was able to stop full-on writhing but she was still shifting from side to side, as though trying desperately to get comfortable.
“Is that better?” Roark asked, raising his eyebrows.
“A little,” Sammi admitted. “But it’s still making me horny out of my mind! How long are you going to keep them on?” she couldn’t help asking.
“Hmm…at this setting? Only for about twenty minutes every hour,” Roark said thoughtfully.
“What?” Sammi squeaked. “You’re going to use them on me that often? Every hour?”
“From now until the time you ovulate and you’re ready to be strapped into the insemination machine,” Roark told her sternly. “Remember, you must be at peak desire in order to test it.”
“But…but you’re not really going to be getting me pregnant,” Sammi protested breathlessly.
“No, but I will be observing your responses,” Roark said. “And you need to be at a fever-pitch of desire before I put you in the machine.”
“I’m there!” Sammi exclaimed. “Put me in now, why don’t you?”
“Because according to the paperwork you filled out, you’re not ovulating yet.” Roark leaned back in his chair and smiled again. “Think how extremely ready you’ll be to get fucked by the time you finally are, Samantha. By the time I finally strap you into the machine, you’ll be begging for a phallus to fill you.”
Sammi thought about begging for one now—but she sensed it wouldn’t do any good. She was just going to have to learn to live with the fact that she’d given complete control of her sexual pleasure and responses over to a man who wanted to use her as an experiment.
God, how could I do that? What’s wrong with me? she moaned internally. But she had to admit, as distressing as the situation was, it was also undeniably hot.
She had never been so completely out of control of her own body before and the intent look in Roark’s pale eyes as he watched her writhe in helpless pleasure did something to the growing submissive part of her that nearly made her melt into a puddle of lust right there at the table.
Just then the waiter returned with desert—grieza worms—which he assured Sammi tasted like delicious dark chocolate. Sammi managed to sit up straight and not broadcast the fact that she was being sexually tortured beneath her clothes. She tried the worms which looked awful but tasted wonderful, remembering that Meg had recommended them.
The worms really were delicious, but it was hard to concentrate on eating them while the nipple caps and clit shield did their work on her. Somehow Sammi made it through the end of the meal and the ride back home to the corridor where her new suite was located.
Ever the gentleman, Roark walked her back to her door, the black remote tucked safely in his pocket.
“Well,” he murmured, “Thank you for a lovely evening, Samantha.”
“Oh, yes. And thank you, too,” Sammi murmured. Then they just stood there. It seemed like Roark was about to go but hadn’t quite made up his mind to leave her yet.
Sammi was feeling completely desperate. She wanted to invite the big Kindred in, but she sensed he wouldn’t accept her offer. For him, the date was over but Sammi didn’t want it to end. She knew it wasn’t really a date but it had sure as hell felt like one. They had shared secrets about themselves and talked about their past as well as what they hoped for in the future. And Roark had been teasing her with the damn nipple caps and clit shield for what felt like forever.
The least he could do is kiss me good night! whispered a disgruntled little voice in her head.
A goodnight kiss? As Sammi looked up into his pale eyes, an idea occurred to her. She blurted it out before she could stop herself.
“You know, Roark, there’s an area of research that you’re completely neglecting. A vital area.”
“What?” He frowned. “What do you mean?”
“You’re so interested in sexual desire in females—getting them to the peak of desire so they can be impregnated by Kindred sperm,” Sammi said. “You’ve invented these ingenious devices that stimulate sexual need in the most sensitive areas of a woman’s body—but you’ve neglected one very important erogenous zone.”