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)
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I…I’m doing my best.”
“I see that you are. But I wonder if we could increase the response if I did this.”
Sammi gasped as she felt his thumb slip into her inner folds and began to circle her clit almost idly.
“Ohhh!” she moaned, her hips bucking again. “Oh yes—yes please!”
“A very positive response,” Roark growled softly. “Let’s see if we can increase it while I remove the ointment from your other nipple, shall we?”
“Yes!” Sammi moaned as he leaned over to suck her left nipple into his hot mouth and continued to stroke her pussy, both inside and out.
Despite getting herself off four times the night before, Sammi still felt like she needed more—and this was exactly what she needed. Hands balled into fists at her sides, she moaned and writhed, squeezing his fingers as hard as she could while Roark sucked her nipples and continued to fingerfuck her pussy as he strummed her clit with his thumb.
It occurred to Sammi that she had never been with a lover who touched her like this—who knew exactly how to get her off. Some of the men she’d dated couldn’t find her clit with “two hands and a flashlight” as Meg put it and some could find it but tended to rub much too roughly. They seemed to think it was a magic button and if they just pressed it hard enough and often enough it would send her into the stratosphere.
But Roark was different. Rather than mashing down on the “magic button” he was touching her just the way she liked to be touched—a swift, light motion that circled her aching, tender clit without actually pressing it directly. And all the while, his long fingers continued to fuck deeply into her hungry pussy.
It was amazing that he seemed to know instinctively what brought her the greatest pleasure, Sammi thought deliriously. She wondered if it was some kind of Kindred trait to know how to make a woman feel good or if the Shadow Twin was just gifted.
Her orgasm wasn’t long in coming—how could it be when he was pleasuring her so perfectly?
“Roark!” she heard herself gasping. “Oh God, yes…yes!”
He stopped sucking for a moment and looked into her eyes intently, though his fingers never stopped moving.
“That’s right, Samantha,” he murmured hoarsely, still stroking deeply into her pussy. “That’s right, squeeze my fingers as hard as you can. Show me how full of desire you are—how much you need to be penetrated—to be fucked.”
The way he was looking at her and the soft, dirty words in that deep voice of his were too much for Samantha. With a moan, she came again, drenching his fingers in her juices as the pleasure rolled over her in overwhelming waves.
God, can’t believe I’m doing this! she couldn’t help thinking.
But she was, and though she felt guilty, she never wanted it to stop.
Nineteen
All good things must come to an end. At last the delicious spasms of pleasure eased and Roark withdrew his fingers from her pussy.
“Hmmm…” he nodded approvingly at the fact that his digits were coated in her honey. “A most promising result.”
Putting his fingers into his mouth, he sucked them clean, his eyes going half-lidded again as he did.
“You have a most delicious flavor, Samantha,” he murmured when he was finished. “I’ll have to note that in my data. And you came twice—also worth noting.”
“I…I couldn’t help it,” Sammi whispered breathlessly. “It…I was just…I mean you were…”
“I was stimulating you to see what kind of response I could provoke after you had been wearing the breast harness for twenty-four hours,” he interrupted, a bit of his old sternness creeping back into his voice. “And I hope you enjoyed those two orgasms, Samantha—they are the last you’ll be having for quite some time.”
“What?” Sammi frowned at him uncertainly. “What do you mean? Are you, er, going to stop testing your prototypes on me?”
She didn’t know how to feel about that. Part of her still felt guilty for submitting to his “research” so easily but a much larger part was going to be extremely disappointed if he had suddenly decided to stop. But Roark’s next words put her fears to rest.
“Oh no, Samantha,” he assured her. “No, our testing has only just begun. But since a female needs to be extremely aroused to become pregnant with a Kindred baby, I’m afraid I’ll need you to let your arousal and desire build for some time before I put you in the insemination machine.”
“Let it build?” Sammi said blankly. “But if you’re going to keep using that ointment on me, I’m afraid I’ll go crazy if I can’t, er…help myself, if you know what I mean.”
“Yes, I know exactly what you mean,” Roark said dryly. “But I’m afraid I can’t allow you to have any more orgasms. From now until I strap you into the inseminator, I’m going to have to build your desire as much as possible. We’re going to be using a technique called ‘edging’ to achieve that. Do you know what that is?”