Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“You…you won’t?” Addison looked up at him fearfully. “Are you leaving?”
“Not right away, but this is a temporary assignment,” he told her. “I’m actually assigned to the Diplomatic Corps. You don’t have to worry about that right now, though,” he added. “Are you ready to let me finish healing your inner thighs?”
“I…I guess so,” Addison whispered. She looked up at him uncertainly. “But I think they might be…might be wet.”
“With your honey, yes.” He nodded. “That’s all right—it shouldn’t interfere with the ointment. But you have to hold still while I rub it in. Can you do that?”
“Yes.” Addison nodded, her long auburn hair sliding over her shoulder with the movement. “I can hold still.”
“Good girl,” he murmured. “All right—let me get a little more ointment…”
A moment later his big, warm hand was back, rubbing and squeezing first one inner thigh and then the other. And though Addison didn’t think he meant to do it, she could feel his long fingers brushing against her swollen outer pussy lips from time to time as he worked. Once or twice she even felt a fingertip slip over the tight bud of her clit, which was so swollen with need it was poking out from between her lips.
Each soft brush sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her, making her moan softly and wiggle her hips, though she tried not to. She was very aware of her braless breasts hanging down, her sensitive nipples rubbing against the silky fabric of the dress she was still wearing. And though she didn’t mean to do it, she could feel her back arching like a cat’s and her thighs spreading even wider, almost as though she was begging the big Kindred to touch her more intimately.
Courick seemed to take a long, long time to rub the ointment into her inner thighs—Addison was nearly panting with need when he finally stopped. But he didn’t move his hand, which was firmly planted on one thigh.
“Addison,” he murmured and she looked up to see that he was staring down at her, his golden eyes half-lidded.
“Y-yes?” she whispered, having a hard time getting the word out because her throat was suddenly dry.
“You seem to be…in need.” Courick’s deep voice was hesitant. “I don’t want to touch you directly—that would be wrong. But I can offer you my fingers. If you want to rub against them until you achieve a release…”
“Yes!” Addison said quickly. “Oh God, yes please!” She knew she probably shouldn’t do this—it was definitely going to change their professional relationship. But by this time she was so hot and needy she couldn’t help herself—she needed to come!
“Very well…” His voice dipped to a soft growl. “Then I’m going to slide my fingers into your soft little pussy and let you rub against them. If you want me to stop at any time, just let me know—all right?”
“All right,” Addison agreed, nodding. “Just please, Sir—I mean, Commander—please touch me!”
She couldn’t believe she was begging so shamelessly but the next minute she forgot her embarrassment because two long, strong fingers were slipping between her swollen pussy lips to bracket her aching clit.
Addison moaned and began rocking her hips back and forth, bucking against his big hand instinctively as she reached for the orgasm hovering just out of reach.
“Gods, little one,” she heard Courick murmur and when she turned her head, she saw him watching her with that half-lidded gaze, his golden eyes burning. “You’re really in need, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes,” Addison admitted, panting. “I…I really need to…to come!”
Oh God, she was getting so close! So close. But rubbing against his fingers wasn’t quite enough—she needed more stimulation.
“Please, Commander,” she moaned, looking up at him. “Please, if you could just…just rub me…just a little.”
“Mmm, do you need me to rub your sweet pussy, little one?” he rumbled. “Want me to caress that hot little clit?”
“Yes, please!” Addison moaned. “Please touch me!”
“All right then. Hold still for a moment.” He put his other hand on the small of her back to still her frantic movements. And then Addison felt his fingers begin to slide around and around her swollen clit, stroking the little bundle of nerves gently but firmly in the same way she would have touched herself.
It was exactly what she needed—how could the big Kindred know just how to touch her? She had no idea, but she could feel her pleasure building as her orgasm raced towards her like a freight train.
“Oh! Ohhh!” she moaned—she couldn’t help herself. She’d always been extremely vocal when she was coming. In fact, back in college she’d had to put a pillow over her face whenever she touched herself to keep from waking her roommates.
But there was no pillow now—there was nothing but Courick’s long fingers teasing her so expertly she thought she would die. She couldn’t believe she was in this position, on her hands and knees with her stern Kindred boss fingering her pussy and making her come. It seemed so wrong and yet so right at the same time…