Page 30 of Darkest Desire

She nodded.

“Yes. Go…go on. Do whatever you have to do.” Her voice was slightly breathy as though she was nervous, but she leaned back against him, trustingly. He could feel her trembling as her bare back made contact with his chest.

“It’s all right, baby,” he murmured, the tender little nickname slipping out before he could stop it. “You know I’ll be gentle.”

“I know you will,” she breathed.

“Pardon me, good sir, but if you might get on with it?” the shop keeper said, frowning. “I don’t mean to sound impatient but I do have other customers who come to my shop.”

“I’ll take as much time as I need to be sure Phoebe is comfortable with what I’m doing to her,” Sirex growled, glaring at him. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“No-no!” The shop keeper grew pale. “I just…I mean, anyone would think you’d never touched your female before. The way you keep asking her permission as though you don’t even own her—it’s highly irregular.”

Sirex hated to admit it, but the shop keeper was probably right. None of the males on Salacious Prime would ask permission of the women they owned to touch them. But he was still unwilling to do anything Phoebe didn’t want—especially sexually. Instead of answering the shop keeper’s remark, he turned his attention back to his protégé. Reaching around her, he cupped her large breasts in his hands.

She shivered and made a soft, breathless sound but didn’t try to pull away. Sirex couldn’t help loving the way her full breasts filled his big hands. He tried, however, not to touch the sensitive points of her nipples.

But apparently he wasn’t doing things right because the shop keeper started giving him orders.

“Very good, now that you have the under curvature of her breasts mapped, run your hands all over her breasts. Be sure to squeeze them too—I need to know the compression measurements.”

Sirex did as he said, squeezing Phoebe’s large breasts gently and caressing them all over—though he still avoided her nipples. But just as he thought he was finished, the shop keeper spoke again.

“Good. Now cup them again as you did before and trace the areolas and nipples with the nodes on your index fingers,” he instructed. “Be sure to circle them completely from the outer areola to the very tips of her peaks. Since you’re asking for a non-piercing harness, I need exact measurements.”

Sirex tried to tamp down the lust that was growing inside him, but he couldn’t help the way his shafts hardened when he did as the shop keeper told him. Cupping Phoebe again, he began tracing slow circles around the wide, berry-dark bands of her areolas, slowly working his way inward.

He could tell she was trying to hold still, but he could feel her shifting from foot-to-foot as he traced her peaks. And when he reached the tender tips of her tight points, she let out a breathless little moan and the warm, feminine scent of her desire rose to tease his nose.

Gods, she’s getting aroused! Her soft little pussy is probably getting wet and hot and ready?—

He pushed the images that rose to his mind away. He shouldn’t be thinking this way about a fellow agent—especially one who had been his protégé! He ought to pull his hands away right now…but somehow he couldn’t. He just kept circling her tender peaks as she moaned and writhed against him.

“Good—now pinch her nipples,” the shop owner commanded. “Gently at first and then be firmer—I need to know her pain points.”

Sirex frowned. He couldn’t keep asking permission—it looked wrong to anyone who thought that Phoebe actually belonged to him. But he wanted to reassure her.

“Phoebe,” he growled softly in her ear. “I’m going to pinch your nipples now. Can you be a good girl and let me do it?”

“Y-yes, Sir,” she stammered softly. “God, yes. Do…do what you have to do.”

“Good.” Slowly, he tightened his grip, pinching her tender peaks lightly at first and then more tightly.

Phoebe moaned more loudly and writhed against him, but she didn’t ask him to stop. If anything, her body seemed to be sending him signals that she wanted his touch even more. The scent of her desire intensified until it was like a maddening perfume, teasing him relentlessly.

“Am I hurting you, baby?” he murmured in her ear as he tightened his grip yet again.

“It…it hurts but it feels good too.” She was nearly panting now with obvious pleasure. “Oh God, Sir! If you don’t stop I’m afraid I might…might…I’m getting so close!”

Sirex looked down at her in surprise. Was she trying to tell him that she might come for him if he kept teasing and pinching her nipples? He had heard of females that had such sensitive breasts they could orgasm from nipple-play alone, but he had never met one before.

Just as he was certain he was about to find out if Phoebe was one of those rare females, the shop keeper tapped the implant that covered his eye and said,

“That’s quite enough. I believe I have all the measurements I need now.”

“Very well.” Reluctantly, Sirex withdrew his hands. Phoebe was still leaning back against him, trying to catch her breath. Gently, he gave her a little nudge to straighten up so that he could remove the gloves. But as he started unfastening the metal cuffs around his wrists, the shop keeper stopped him.

“Wait—before you take those off, where do you intend for your female to wear this harness?” he asked, frowning.

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