Page 29 of Darkest Desire

“I don’t think so.” Sirex stepped between them. “No one touches my woman but me.” He didn’t have to fake the protective growl in his voice. The very thought of another male putting his hands on Phoebe made his blood boil!

The shop keeper threw up his hands in disgust.

“This is ridiculous! First you don’t want anyone seeing your female and now you won’t allow me to even measure her? How am I supposed to fit her for a harness if you won’t allow me to touch her?”

It did seem to be a problem, but Sirex didn’t know quite what to do about it—he just knew he didn’t want another man’s hands on his woman’s breasts—or anywhere else on her body for that matter.

“What do those gloves do?” It was Phoebe, poking her head out from behind him.

“Excuse me?” The shop keeper frowned.

“I mean, do the gloves do the measurements themselves?”

“Well yes—they relay the measurements to my implant as I run my hands over the female’s breasts and body,” he said, tapping the shiny gold implant where his left eye should have been. “Then I know which size harness to use on her and how many alterations to make.”

“If the gloves do all the work without any input from you, why not let Sir wear them?” Phoebe suggested.

Sir turned to her in surprise. Did she really want him to do this? He raised his eyebrows at her in a silent question but she nodded her head firmly.

“Well, I don’t know,” the shop keeper began, frowning. “It’s most irregular, letting the customers do the measurements themselves…”

“But you still get the measurements, no matter who wears the gloves, right?” Sirex asked.

“Well…yes.” The shop keeper nodded reluctantly.

“Good. Then give them to me.” Sirex held out a hand impatiently. “Or would you rather we got to another shop?”

His threat seemed to work because the shop keeper reluctantly removed the gloves one at a time from his own hands.

“Just one moment—I must adjust them and make them larger,” he said to Sirex. “Your hands are huge—I can’t have you breaking them.”

Sirex waited as the shop keeper made some adjustments, making the golden metal wires longer and the metal cuffs larger before helping him to carefully put on the measurement gloves.

They looked more like some kind of elaborate hand jewelry than actual gloves he thought as the shop keeper fastened them carefully around his wrists. They tingled faintly, as though a slight electrical current was running through the golden wires. The jeweled nodes, which were located at the fingertips, hummed softly.

“All right, good.” The shop keeper nodded, apparently satisfied that he had the gloves on correctly. “Now stand behind your female—that’s the easiest way to begin—and run your hands over her back and shoulders.”

Sirex complied with his orders. Placing his hands on Phoebe’s shoulders, he ran his hands down her arms.

“Oh!” She jumped a little and looked over her shoulder at him. “It tingles!”

“Are the gloves hurting you? Shocking you?” Sirex asked. He wasn’t willing to hurt her just to get the right breast harness.

“No.” She shook her head. “It’s kind of like you’re wearing mini-vibrators on your fingers, though—kind of a light buzzing sensation.”

“All right—I’ll go on as long as I’m not hurting you,” Sirex murmured.

She nodded.

“Go ahead.”

Slowly, he ran his hands down the smooth slope of her back, tracing the delicate bones of her shoulder blades and the curves of her waist. Her skin was so soft, he couldn’t help thinking. So warm. He shouldn’t be enjoying this—touching her so intimately—and yet he couldn’t help himself. He?—

“Very good,” the shop keeper said, sounding impatient. “I believe you’ve mapped her back sufficiently. Now it’s time for the front. Stay where you are behind her and reach around to cup her breasts in your hands.”

Ignoring the shop keeper’s impatience, Sirex leaned down to murmur in Phoebe’s ear,

“Is this all right with you?”

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