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)
“It’s just for now—just for this mission,” she said quickly. “Once we get back to the Mother Ship, everything will go back to normal between us. We’ll just be two agents again—coworkers.”
For a moment she thought she saw something flash in his burning red eyes but then he nodded.
“Very well, if that’s how you want it. I’ll own you—but only for this one mission.”
“Yes, Sir.” Phoebe ducked her head submissively.
“Then let’s get your top back on and go get your harness,” Sirex said. “We need to get to the palace if we’re ever going to find The Finger of the Goddess.”
He helped Phoebe put her top back on and then led her around to the front of the stall.
But as she went, Phoebe couldn’t help remembering how good his big hands felt on her body…and hoping she might feel them caressing her again soon.
15
SIREX
“This thing feels really strange,” Phoebe muttered under her breath as they approached the vast metal and glass gates that led to the Emperor’s palace. She was talking about the three-point harness which was currently strapped like a golden bikini around her breasts and the mound of her pussy.
It was an elaborate piece of hardware with golden wires wrapped in conical circles around both breasts and terminating in tiny golden cages that fit around her nipples. The wires put constant pressure on her sensitive peaks, making sure they were both stimulated constantly. So though the top of the harness fit snugly and didn’t have any rough edges or scratchy parts, Phoebe could never quite forget she had it on.
But the top part was nothing compared to the bottom. That was because the golden cage that fit around her pussy also fit inside her pussy—there was a piece that reminded Phoebe a little of a bobby pin with two golden wings that sat on either side of her clit. They put constant pressure on the little button of flesh, making it extra sensitive.
The top of the harness had golden chains that went over her shoulders and across her back, rather like a bra. The bottom part was attached to the top with two long chains on the sides and there was another, single chain coming from the bottom of the golden pussy cage, as Phoebe was beginning to think of it, that ran up her backside like a thong and fastened to the “bra strap” across the back.
Wearing the weird gold bikini would have been bad enough if that was all it was—but it really was a harness too. A golden chain hung between her breasts, hooked to the nipple cages on either side. A second chain was hooked to the clit clip on one end and rose up to join the breast chain. A golden leash was attached where the two chains joined and whenever anyone tugged on it—even a little bit—it felt like her nipples were being pinched and her clit was being teased at the same time.
The constant stimulation was maddening, made worse by the fact that Sirex seemed to have taken her at her word. He was no longer acting like a coworker but like her owner. When Phoebe first put the contraption on—with some difficulty because of the sensitive placement of the clit clip—he had taken the leash and tugged on it.
“Oh!” she had gasped. “Take it easy on that thing, will you?”
“Watch your tone.” Sirex had glared down at her, his voice stern, his eyes blazing.
Phoebe had been taken aback by his sudden change of character.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she’d said uncertainly. “It’s just…every time you, uh, pull on the leash I can really feel it, you know, in my sensitive areas.”
“I believe that’s the point of the harness—to stimulate you and make you obey.” Sirex had tugged deliberately on the chain again, making her moan and shift from foot-to-foot as her nipples were squeezed and her clit was teased, sending sparks of pleasure-pain through her entire body.
“Oh, Sir!” she gasped. “Please!”
“No complaints,” Sirex told her sternly. “If it pleases me to stimulate your nipples and your clit, I’ll do it. And nothing you can say or do will stop me. Do you understand?”
Phoebe was shocked at his words…but also perversely turned on. His stern “Dom” voice had always made her weak in the knees. Also, she had given him permission to dominate her and treat her like he owned her—hell, she’d practically begged him to do it. So she really couldn’t get mad about it.
“I said, do you understand?” Sirex had growled softly, tugging on the leash again to bring her close to him.
“Oh! Yes, Sir!” Phoebe had moaned breathlessly. Putting up her hands, she braced them on his broad chest and looked up at him pleadingly. “Please forgive me. I won’t complain any more!”
“Good girl.” His voice had abruptly softened and he had cupped her flushed cheek in his palm and looked down into her eyes. “You can do this, Phoebe—I know you can.” Then he had kissed her on the forehead again and led her out of the spaceport to a waiting hover car.