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)
“Hey—what are you doing?” Sammi demanded as he strapped first one thigh and then the other firmly down to the padded exam table.
“Holding you still the only way I can,” Roark said. He was still busy working, strapping her knees and lower legs down as well. Soon Sammi found herself completely immobile and spread wide on the table with her open pussy on full display.
“This is crazy!” she protested.
“No, this is for your safety,” Roark countered. “I told you what could happen if the wand isn’t used carefully. Now just try to relax and let me finish this, Samantha.”
“But…but I…” she began but he was already picking up the molecular wand again and moving the glowing purple marble to her aching pussy.
This time Roark held her open himself. Spreading her swollen pussy lips with the thumb and finger of his left hand, he stroked the warm, vibrating marble over Sammi’s wet folds, paying special attention to her clit.
“Oh!” Sammi gasped. She would have jerked and bucked if she hadn’t been so firmly strapped down. As it was, she found she was helpless to do anything to get away from the intense sexual stimulation. Her thighs were spread open and her legs were firmly fastened to the table. All she could do was watch as Roark rubbed the glowing marble over the pink pearl of her clit, sending unbearable warm waves of pleasure through her entire body.
But just as it was getting to be too much, the treatment abruptly stopped and Roark withdrew the glowing purple marble.
“Is…is it over?” Sammi wasn’t sure if she was glad or not. The pleasure had been so intense she could barely stand it, but now she felt like she’d been left hanging. A “case of the blue balls” was what a guy would call it but what it amounted to was unfulfilled sexual desire.
But Roark was shaking his head.
“I’m afraid we’re not done yet. You’re tensing up too much, Samantha. You need to relax.”
“What?” Sammi looked down between her legs. “What do you mean?”
“May I show you?” Roark asked. When she nodded, he spread her pussy again with his left hand and then pointed at her clit. “Do you see how tight your Goddess pearl is? You’re so tense and the hood is erect.”
“The what now?” Sammi asked, feeling dazed.
“The clitoral hood. Here.” Very gently, he traced the top part of her throbbing clit with just the tip of his finger.
“Ohhhh!” Sammi moaned and her hips would have bucked if she hadn’t been strapped down, she was sure.
“Gently now,” Roark murmured. “I’m going to stroke you again, Samantha, and I want you to try to relax.”
“But…but it feels too good to relax,” Sammi protested. “You’re driving me crazy!”
“Nevertheless, you must try to relax.” Roark gave her a strict frown. “I’m going to stroke all around your Goddess pearl until you learn to loosen up and let the pleasure flow through you. Once you’re finally relaxed we can continue the treatment.”
“I…I’ll try to relax,” Sammi whispered submissively. “But I don’t know if I can.”
“You can,” Roark assured her. “You just have to put your mind to it. Relax now, Samantha…”
As he spoke, the tip of his finger continued to slide around and around the sensitive little button in a way that was both sensuous and almost hypnotic.
“Relax for me, Samantha,” he murmured as he touched her. “Let the tension flow away and just open yourself as I stroke your Goddess pearl…”
Sammi found herself obeying him. She tried to do as he said and let the pleasure flow through her as she took deep breaths and let herself be open to her boss’s long fingers.
“Good girl,” Roark murmured as she felt her tingling clit relax under his gentle caress. “That’s a very good girl, Samantha to open yourself and let me stroke your soft little pussy…”
And then his finger left her open folds to be replaced by the glowing purple marble once more.
Oh…Oh my God! Sammi moaned to herself as the “treatment” continued and the vibration resumed once more. Can’t stand this much longer. It feels too good…it’s too much…
She thought she had never felt so vulnerable…or so hot…in her life.
“Stop—stop!” she begged at last, her heart pounding and her whole body quivering.
Roark switched the wand off once more.
“Why?”
“Because if you don’t I’m going to…going to come,” Sammi admitted, her voice shaking with shame and need. “I swear to God, Roark—I’m right on the edge. Please!”
Her boss shook his head and flipped the switch, lighting up the marble at the end of the wand again.
“I’m afraid I can’t stop again—the molecular bonds have to be vibrated at the right frequency for some time in order to break.”
“But I’m going to come!” Sammi protested, squirming ineffectually against the straps around her thighs. Damn it, she was so incredibly vulnerable here! And somehow the vulnerability—the helplessness she felt—was making her even hotter. Which had to be wrong, didn’t it? But if so, why did it feel so right—so pleasurable?