“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. “It’s time to get to work for the day now that we’ve collected our morning data.”
Sammi couldn’t help feeling disappointed. Rather than suddenly becoming addicted to the taste of her pussy, as Berik had become addicted to Meg’s, her boss just wanted her to get straight back to work, even after the incredibly erotic encounter they had just shared.
“How can you expect me to work under these conditions?” she complained, frowning at him. “I can barely think straight, I’m so sexually on edge!”
“On edge is precisely where I want you to be, Samantha.” Roark shot her a level glance. “Don’t despair, though. In three more days you should be ovulating and we can finish out experiment.”
“Three more days?” Sammi exclaimed as she pulled her panties up over her aching pussy. “But that’s Saturday—I was going to go back down to Earth and get the rest of my stuff that day.”
“Back to Earth?” Roark frowned at her. “I don’t like the sound of that.”
“Well, I don’t either,” Sammi admitted. “But I have to go.”
Though she had never told her boss about the man who had been stalking her, she still felt nervous about going down to get her things herself. But Berik’s mission had been extended so there was no way he could go for the rest of Sammi’s possessions and she really needed them.
She told herself everything would be all right—there were just a few boxes left and she would go in the daytime and only spend about an hour loading up the boxes and then leave for good. But it still made her nervous to think of being in the house alone without knowing if he was watching her or not.
Maybe I should put it off again…