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)
He stepped out of the shower stall for a moment to remove his vest and boots, though he kept his trousers on. Then he stepped back in and turned on the warm water, watching it carefully to be sure it only sprayed her from the neck down.
“Mmm…” Phoebe gave a sensuous little shiver. “That feels nice, Sir, but I’m still so sticky,” she complained. “Maybe it would help if you washed me off yourself.”
Sirex had a moment of internal struggle. Technically she was still under the influence of the aphrodisiac drink. He shouldn’t touch her sexually again until it was out of her system and she was able to think clearly. But Seven Hells—she looked amazing, stretched out as she was with her arms manacled above her head and her full, naked breasts on display. The only thing she had on was the bottom of the golden harness which included the clit jewelry he could see winking from between her legs. It covered her soft pussy mound and kept the phallic plug in place inside her.
“I shouldn’t, baby,” he said, frowning. “Shouldn’t touch you again until that damn aphrodisiac is out of your system.”
“What? So you’re just going to leave me in need? In pain?” Her silver-green eyes went wide as she writhed against the shower wall. “Please, Sir—don’t do that! You have to help me! I need your hands on me. I need to come.”
Sirex sighed.
“Well, I don’t’ know about that but I will wash you. I just hope you won’t be upset about it when the drug wears off.”
“Of course I won’t be upset—I love submitting to you,” she purred. “Please, Sir—wash me. Touch me.”
Sirex gave in at last. Stepping back into the stall, he found a small squeeze bulb that seemed to contain liquid soap. When he squirted some in his hand and rubbed his palms together, it began to foam up. Turning to Phoebe, he began to wash her, starting at the neck and then moving down to her large, full breasts.
“Oh, Sir!” she moaned as he cupped and caressed her full mounds. “Oh, that feels so good! Love your hands on me. Please—wash my nipples too.”
Sirex did as she asked, tugging and teasing her sensitive peaks until she moaned and writhed helplessly under his hands.
“Touch me lower,” she urged. “Could you wash my pussy?”
Sirex gave her a stern look.
“Did you spill the Sparkler stuff down there too?”
She nodded eagerly.
“I’m sure I did. Please, Sir—I’m all sticky and I need to get this harness off me—out of me. But I can’t do anything without your help. Please.”
Sirex had to admit she was right—she couldn’t do anything sexual to herself without his help. Just the thought of her helplessness made him even hotter than he already was. And the sight of her manacled to the wall, all spread out, naked and vulnerable for him made both his shafts so hard he felt like he could fuck through a brick wall.
Be careful, whispered a warning voice in his head. You’re giving in to the Scourge side of yourself. You shouldn’t be enjoying the sight of her being chained up so much! You shouldn’t want her to be helpless—it’s wrong.
But he couldn’t help himself—he liked having sexual power over his curvy protégé. And he liked that she had admitted she enjoyed submitting to him—even though it was probably just the aphrodisiac she’d taken doing the talking.
“All right, I’ll remove the bottom part of the harness,” he told her. “But you have to hold still and be a good girl so I can get the clit jewelry off you and the plug out of you.”
“I can be good,” she promised and spread her legs for him, making Sirex bite back a groan. Gods, he loved the sight of her inner pussy opening, showing him how slippery and wet she got when she was aroused. She really was a true Numalla.
Heedless of the fact that his trousers were getting wet, he knelt in front of her and carefully unfastened the bottom of the golden harness. He gently removed the clit jewelry, noticing as he did so, how hot and swollen her little Goddess Pearl was from the constant stimulation she’d been receiving.
Phoebe moaned and jumped when the clit jewelry came off.
“Oh, Sir!” she gasped, twitching her hips. “Please, be careful! That damn thing has been rubbing me all night—rubbing me without letting me come!”
“I thought you were afraid you might orgasm just from wearing it?” Sirex looked up at her.
Phoebe shook her head.
“I know—I was. But somehow no matter how much it rubbed me, I couldn’t get over the edge. Not that I wanted to in public,” she added, making a face. “But now I feel like it’s been teasing me for hours and my poor clit is all sore and over stimulated!”