Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“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.”
“Yes. Yes, of course.” Sammi nodded quickly. What had she been thinking, imagining Roark wanted to date her? He was clearly one of those people who are married to their work. He had no time for a relationship—other than a working one.
“Good. I’m glad we understand each other.” He nodded shortly. “Now then, go ahead and get dressed. We have a backlog of data to get through today.”
“All right.”
Sammi nodded and accepted his help to get off the table. Clearly she’d gotten the wrong idea about her boss. Though it was hard to see how she could help it, considering the things he’d been doing to her almost from the moment they started working together.
Still, it was all for science. The research was the important part, as Roark had pointed out. She would just have to keep that in mind in the days and weeks to come when things were likely to get rather…intense.
Twenty-One
You’re taking things too far. You shouldn’t have sucked her nipples or fingered her soft little pussy—you know you shouldn’t have.