“No, did he?” Sammi had felt an uncomfortable sort of fascination. Her best friend had always been an over-sharer. It was part of her personality—she always told too much.
“Oh, yes!” Meg giggled. “We were at the pool at my old apartment and we had it all to ourselves—nobody else was there that day. Anyway, Berik had been rubbing suntan lotion all over my body—and I do mean all over…” She had grinned and nodded down at her breasts. “When suddenly, I jumped and told him something had bitten me. Can you guess where?”
“I think I can,” Sammi had said dryly.
“Exactly—right between my legs.” Meg widened her eyes. “So I got him to ‘check it out’ for me—though of course, first he had to take off my bikini bottoms. And then I asked him to ‘kiss it better.’” She giggled again. “He made me come five times right there by the pool and afterwards he told me he had to Claim me and join with me because he was addicted to my pussy and he needed to taste it every day for the rest of his life. Can you imagine?”
As it happened, Sammi could imagine such a scenario—between herself and her boss.
Was she trying to trap Roark into some kind of relationship by demanding that he lick the bonding fruit ointment off her clit rather than using the molecular wand? Sammi couldn’t say for sure—she only knew she wanted to be closer to him—not just physically but emotionally. If this act would bring Roark to her, then she wanted to try it.
Plus, he was driving her crazy with lust—which made her a lot less self-conscious about letting the big Kindred go down on her.
“Do you want me to lick your pussy to remove the ointment, Samantha?” Roark asked again.
“You’ve already been sucking on my nipples for the last thirty minutes to remove the bonding fruit ointment.” Sammi said flippantly, her heart pounding against her ribs. “You might as well lick my pussy too, while you’re at it.”
She knew it was dangerous to use that tone when speaking to her boss—he might decide she needed another spanking. But she liked being naughty sometimes—it gave her a sexual thrill to know she was pushing the limits.
Roark’s eyes flashed and he frowned at her sternly.
“Careful, Samantha. And if you think I’ll let you come just because I’m tasting you, you’re sadly mistaken.”
Well, they would see about that, Sammi thought to herself. She was so close to the edge right now it felt like the least little thing might send her over. And Roark’s warm, wet tongue bathing her aching clit was not the least little thing.
“Do it,” she whispered, looking up at him. “Please, Roark—I…I need you to.”
He growled, low in his throat and she saw unmistakable desire in his pale eyes. He might pretend this was all an experiment, but she knew damn well it turned him on to control her sexual pleasure as much as it turned her on to let him control it.
“Very well,” he told her. “Then spread your legs wide for me, Samantha, and let me in.” He frowned. “But first I’m going to have to make certain you can’t move while I do this—I can’t have you riding my tongue to orgasm.”
Sammi was already in the stirrups but she felt an extra rush of desire as he strapped her in, just as he had the first time he removed the bonding 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.