Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Sirex frowned. He couldn’t keep asking permission—it looked wrong to anyone who thought that Phoebe actually belonged to him. But he wanted to reassure her.
“Phoebe,” he growled softly in her ear. “I’m going to pinch your nipples now. Can you be a good girl and let me do it?”
“Y-yes, Sir,” she stammered softly. “God, yes. Do…do what you have to do.”
“Good.” Slowly, he tightened his grip, pinching her tender peaks lightly at first and then more tightly.
Phoebe moaned more loudly and writhed against him, but she didn’t ask him to stop. If anything, her body seemed to be sending him signals that she wanted his touch even more. The scent of her desire intensified until it was like a maddening perfume, teasing him relentlessly.
“Am I hurting you, baby?” he murmured in her ear as he tightened his grip yet again.
“It…it hurts but it feels good too.” She was nearly panting now with obvious pleasure. “Oh God, Sir! If you don’t stop I’m afraid I might…might…I’m getting so close!”
Sirex looked down at her in surprise. Was she trying to tell him that she might come for him if he kept teasing and pinching her nipples? He had heard of females that had such sensitive breasts they could orgasm from nipple-play alone, but he had never met one before.
Just as he was certain he was about to find out if Phoebe was one of those rare females, the shop keeper tapped the implant that covered his eye and said,
“That’s quite enough. I believe I have all the measurements I need now.”
“Very well.” Reluctantly, Sirex withdrew his hands. Phoebe was still leaning back against him, trying to catch her breath. Gently, he gave her a little nudge to straighten up so that he could remove the gloves. But as he started unfastening the metal cuffs around his wrists, the shop keeper stopped him.
“Wait—before you take those off, where do you intend for your female to wear this harness?” he asked, frowning.
“Oh, er, the palace,” Sirex told him. “I’m a merchant hoping to meet with the Emperor.”
The shop keeper’s one visible eye widened.
“The Shining One himself? You’re hoping for a Royal Audience?”
“That is my goal, yes. Why?” Sirex asked, frowning.
“Well, because if you’re going to the palace, you’ll probably want to put your female in a three-point harness,” the shop keeper said. “That is, two points attached to her nipples and one attached to her inner cleft.” He gestured to the place between Phoebe’s legs. “Which means you’re going to have to map that area too.”
13
PHOEBE
Phoebe froze with a moan in her throat as the shop keeper’s words sank in. Oh God, was he serious? Did Sirex really have to touch her there too?
She felt a sudden surge of panic. It was one thing to let her mentor run his big hands all over her bare breasts—it was something else entirely to let him touch her between her thighs! She was wet down there—very wet—she could feel it. Her panties were soaked and her inner thighs were slippery with her juices.
Also, she’d been right on the edge of orgasm from the vibrating gloves and the way Sirex had been pinching her nipples—giving her pain and pleasure at the same time. Phoebe was sure if he touched her pussy with the gloves on she was definitely going to come and that would be horribly embarrassing!
She began to edge away from her mentor, hoping that he would tell the shop keeper that he only wanted a two-point harness for her. But Sirex had a thoughtful look on his face…and when he saw her making some space between them, his expression turned into a frown.
“Phoebe? What’s wrong?”
Phoebe shook her head, too embarrassed to speak—especially in front of the shop keeper. She cut her eyes towards him and then looked back up at Sirex, begging him silently to understand.
Luckily, he did.
“I believe I need to speak to my woman alone for a moment,” he said to the shop keeper.
“Oh, very well. I think I hear another customer. I’ll return in a moment.”
He stomped off around to the front of the stall again and Sirex bent down to look Phoebe in the eyes.
“All right—what’s wrong?” he rumbled softly. “You didn’t mind letting me map your breasts—do you object to having my hand between your legs? Because if you do, I’ll ask for a two-point harness and we’ll have to make the best of it once we get to the palace.”
“It’s not that—not that I don’t want you…want you touching me.” Phoebe could feel herself blushing as she spoke but she forced herself to go on. “It’s just…when you were, uh, mapping my breasts I got kind of…kind of damp between my thighs. And…and I…”
She paused, too embarrassed to tell him what she feared—that she might come if he touched her again.