Page 31 of Darkest Desire

“Oh, er, the palace,” Sirex told him. “I’m a merchant hoping to meet with the Emperor.”

The shop keeper’s one visible eye widened.

“The Shining One himself? You’re hoping for a Royal Audience?”

“That is my goal, yes. Why?” Sirex asked, frowning.

“Well, because if you’re going to the palace, you’ll probably want to put your female in a three-point harness,” the shop keeper said. “That is, two points attached to her nipples and one attached to her inner cleft.” He gestured to the place between Phoebe’s legs. “Which means you’re going to have to map that area too.”

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PHOEBE

Phoebe froze with a moan in her throat as the shop keeper’s words sank in. Oh God, was he serious? Did Sirex really have to touch her there too?

She felt a sudden surge of panic. It was one thing to let her mentor run his big hands all over her bare breasts—it was something else entirely to let him touch her between her thighs! She was wet down there—very wet—she could feel it. Her panties were soaked and her inner thighs were slippery with her juices.

Also, she’d been right on the edge of orgasm from the vibrating gloves and the way Sirex had been pinching her nipples—giving her pain and pleasure at the same time. Phoebe was sure if he touched her pussy with the gloves on she was definitely going to come and that would be horribly embarrassing!

She began to edge away from her mentor, hoping that he would tell the shop keeper that he only wanted a two-point harness for her. But Sirex had a thoughtful look on his face…and when he saw her making some space between them, his expression turned into a frown.

“Phoebe? What’s wrong?”

Phoebe shook her head, too embarrassed to speak—especially in front of the shop keeper. She cut her eyes towards him and then looked back up at Sirex, begging him silently to understand.

Luckily, he did.

“I believe I need to speak to my woman alone for a moment,” he said to the shop keeper.

“Oh, very well. I think I hear another customer. I’ll return in a moment.”

He stomped off around to the front of the stall again and Sirex bent down to look Phoebe in the eyes.

“All right—what’s wrong?” he rumbled softly. “You didn’t mind letting me map your breasts—do you object to having my hand between your legs? Because if you do, I’ll ask for a two-point harness and we’ll have to make the best of it once we get to the palace.”

“It’s not that—not that I don’t want you…want you touching me.” Phoebe could feel herself blushing as she spoke but she forced herself to go on. “It’s just…when you were, uh, mapping my breasts I got kind of…kind of damp between my thighs. And…and I…”

She paused, too embarrassed to tell him what she feared—that she might come if he touched her again.

“And what?” Sirex asked frowning.

Phoebe had a sudden inspiration.

“And those gloves have some kind of electric current in them. What if you shock me?” she demanded. “I mean, that’s a really sensitive area.”

Sirex raised an eyebrow at her.

“So you’re worried the electrical current might shock you because your pussy got wet when I was pinching your nipples?”

Phoebe choked back a little gasp. Her mentor had never used such plain language with her before! He rarely even cursed—she wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“I…I just…I don’t want to get shocked,” she protested lamely.

“That makes sense. I’ll ask the shop keeper if the gloves will shock you,” he promised. “But if there’s no danger of shocking, then I’m afraid I need to have you fitted for a three-point harness—it seems to be our best chance of getting into the palace.” He raised his eyebrows. “Do you mind having my hands on you there? Between your thighs?”

Phoebe bit her lip. She wouldn’t have minded at all if she wasn’t soaking wet and she wasn’t afraid she might come. But as it was…

“No…” she began uncertainly. “But I…”

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