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)
Looking down at herself, Sammi noticed that her heavy breasts were looking positively perky. Instead of being pulled down by gravity, they were riding high so that both her nipples pointed straight ahead like headlights on a car.
“Oh!” she exclaimed. “These are great! And this harness is much more comfortable than a bra.”
“That’s because it isn’t a bra,” Roark told her, frowning. “It’s a stimulation device, as I said. Here—watch.”
He pressed a tiny button on the top of the right shoulder strap and suddenly the straps of soft black leather began to vibrate very lightly. They got warmer, too, Sammi noticed. After a moment, it felt like a pair of large, capable hands was slowly caressing and massaging her full globes, which was actually kind of nice.
“This feels pretty good,” she told Roark. “Um, is that all it does, though?”
“By no means.” He shook his head. “There are several functions, but this is the lowest setting without the nipple caps.”
“Nipple caps?” Sammi raised her eyebrows.
“Of course. They help with stimulation. Though first, of course, we’ll need to rub some ointment into your nipples—for extra sensitivity,”
“The same ointment I used last night?” Sammi demanded. “But that stuff was driving me crazy!”
“Which is the idea, as I’m sure you’ve guessed,” Roark said dryly. “Remember, there is no impregnation without pleasure. But I think you’ll find the effect of the bonding fruit ointment is much more subtle when applied to the breasts.”
“But—” Sammi started to object, but he had already pulled a pot of the pink ointment out of the pocket of his lab coat and was unscrewing the top. “But how will I get it off again?” she protested.
“I will help you, just as I did when you got the ointment in your pussy,” Roark promised. “Now then, Samantha,” he continued, looking at her directly. “Would you like to put this on yourself…or should I apply it for you?”
“I…you…” Sammi’s tongue felt suddenly clumsy with desire. “You…do you think maybe you’d better do it?” she heard herself asking. “For…for accuracy?”
“If you wish.” Roark’s pale eyes were half-lidded as he looked down at her. “It would be my pleasure to massage the ointment into your ripe nipples, Samantha.”
“All…all right, then,” Sammi said breathlessly. Daringly, she thrust out her breasts, giving him better access. “Go…go ahead, then. Do it.”
“With pleasure,” he murmured. He smeared the pink ointment on the tips of her nipples with his fingertips and began to trace the round pink circles of her areolas with maddening slowness.
“Ohhh!” Sammi couldn’t help moaning as he circled her nipples, taking his time to get to her tingling tips. “Why…why are you taking so…so long?” she whispered, trying not to look down to where his large hands were cupping and teasing her.
“Pleasure cannot be rushed, Samantha,” he murmured. Holding her eyes with his, he at last reached her nipples and gave each one a gentle tug that sent sparks of pure desire through her whole body.
Sammi gave a soft little cry as the ointment began to work on her. It was warm and tingling and the feeling of Roark’s long, strong fingers massaging it into her tender peaks was almost enough to make her come all over again.
“Oh,” she moaned. “Oh, Roark…”
“I want you to wear this—just as it is—under your blouse for the rest of today and all of tonight,” Roark told her sternly, as he continued to pinch and tug and massage her nipples in a way that sent sparks of pleasure straight down to her pussy. “Tomorrow we’ll add the nipple caps but for tonight, I want to know the effects of just the ointment on your bare nipples while they’re rubbing against your blouse.”
“All…all right,” Sammi agreed. She thought she would have agreed to anything while the big Kindred was touching her like that—anything at all. “So…you even want me to sleep in it?” she managed to ask.
Roark gave her a stern look.
“You are not to remove it for any reason. The Kroathian leather is waterproof, so you should have no problem bathing in it and I designed it to be comfortable enough to sleep in as well.”
“It is, uh, very comfortable,” Sammi half-moaned as he continued to massage her and tug her tight peaks. She was beginning to wonder if she could come this way—her nipples had always been sensitive but she’d never had a man pay such unrelenting attention to any part of her body before. In fact, she was sure the ointment was probably thoroughly rubbed in by now but Roark showed no signs of stopping the nipple massage.
For her part, Sammi didn’t say anything to stop him, either. Every tug of his long fingers on her tender peaks seemed to send sparks of pleasure straight to her pussy. She squeezed her thighs together tightly, trying to control the sexual need that filled her.