“I…I think so,” she whispered. “Is it over?”
“For now,” Roark rumbled. “I will, of course, need to fuck you over and over with all the phalluses in turn to get the best data possible. But no more tonight.”
“No more tonight,” Sammi echoed in relief. “Um, you don’t have to do that,” she added, nodding down to where he was still lapping at her pussy slit. “I’m sure I’m a sticky mess right now.”
“I’m the one who made you a sticky mess,” Roark reminded her. “Besides, what kind of scientist would I be if I didn’t take care of my test subject?”
“I…I don’t know.” Sammi shifted again and moaned as his hot tongue came in contact with her bare clit. “You took off the Goddess pearl shield!” she exclaimed.
“Yes, I did,” Roark growled. He looked up at her again. “I wanted to bring you pleasure with my tongue—not just that damn device. Wanted to give you what you need without any machines in the way. Can you let me do that, Samantha? Can you let me lick your sweet little pussy until you come on my tongue?”
His words sent a fresh rush of desire through her and Sammi realized that no matter how intense the orgasm she’d had in the inseminator had been, it had only taken the slightest edge off her desire. Which wasn’t surprising, considering how long Roark had been building it by edging her over and over again. She wanted with all her heart to give in and let Roark make her come with his tongue, but she couldn’t help worrying about the research.
“Are…are you sure it won’t skew the results?” she asked anxiously. “I mean, I know you said you’ll need to fuck me again and again with all the different phalluses—are you sure it won’t hurt the outcome to let me come again while…while I’m not being fucked?”
“Just for tonight, we’re going to forget about the experiments and the data,” Roark growled softly. “For tonight there’s only you and me, darling, and my wish to make you come. Will you open for me and let me lick you?”
Sammi felt as though her heart was full.
“Y-yes, Roark,” she whispered brokenly. “Yes, please—make me come.”
“Good girl,” he growled and then he pressed his lips to her pussy again and sucked her tender clit into his mouth.
He lapped eagerly at her aching button until Sammi came for him over and over and over again.
Thirty-Three
The next few weeks were like a fever dream for Sammi. It seemed that almost every day Roark needed new data and had to fuck her again with a different phallus. She learned to take the cock of every kind of Kindred into her pussy easily and without complaint—including Roark’s.
Oh, he never fucked her with it, but after the first week of being strapped into the machine every day, he told Sammi he needed a different kind of data.
“I need to see how tightly your pussy clenches when you have a shaft inside you,” he told her as she knelt on her hands and knees on the lighted table, her legs spread wide and her pussy open to receive whatever phallus he put inside her.
“All right.” Sammi nodded at once.
She never told him no—was always willing to do whatever he asked—always willing to submit. Once it would have shamed her, but now she felt that embracing her submissive side brought her closer to her elusive boss. And right now, that was all she wanted.
“Do you have some kind of gauge you need to put inside me and have me squeeze it as hard as I can?” she asked him.
“I do.” Roark looked thoughtful. He was pacing in front of her, as though considering the problem from every angle. “Or I could…” He cleared his throat. “I could simply gauge things ‘manually’ as it were. Meaning that I could put my own shaft inside you and make you come, to feel how hard you squeeze around me.”
Sammi felt her heart leap. All this time, this was exactly what she’d been hoping and wishing for—to feel Roark inside her himself, not just the artificial phalluses.
“All right,” she whispered breathlessly. “I think…that sounds all right.”
Roark looked at her closely.
“So you won’t mind taking my bare cock deep in your pussy, Samantha? I won’t fuck you with it,” he added quickly. “But I will need to make you come in order to feel the force of your orgasm and know how tightly you can squeeze a shaft. It will help me gauge how quickly you can suck my seed into your womb with your inner walls.”
“Yes!” Sammi nodded eagerly. “I mean no, I don’t mind—don’t mind at all. It sounds like…like valuable data that needs to be collected.”
“I thought so too,” Roark said. “But I didn’t want to make the experiment without your approval.”