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“What’s wrong?” Sirex was instantly attuned to her mood, which, from the look on her face, was trepidation.

“I just realized that this thing has, uh, clit jewelry too.” She bit her lip. “And you’re going to…going to have to put it on me.”

“Do you find that idea embarrassing? Spreading your thighs so I can help you place the jewelry?” Sirex asked.

“Well, I mean…it’s pretty intimate,” Phoebe pointed out.

“So was mapping your pussy for the first harness,” he murmured. Reaching out, he brushed a strand of hair away from her hot cheek and tucked it behind her ear. “Look at me, Phoebe,” he murmured, looking into her eyes. “Everything we do here is just to serve the mission—once we get back to the Mother Ship, we’ll go back to being coworkers and fellow agents.”

For a moment he thought she looked disappointed—which didn’t make sense. Wasn’t she the one who had said their relationship here was only temporary? But then her face cleared and she nodded.

“You’re right. We just have to deal with a little, uh, extra intimacy to complete the mission and once we get back home, we’ll go back to normal.”

“Indeed,” Sirex agreed. But he found that he didn’t want to think about that. For now, Phoebe was his—his to dominate, to punish…and to cherish. It made him want to live in the present and not think about a time in the future when she would be nothing but a fellow agent.

“Well…” She hesitated, looking at him from the corner of her eye. “I guess…I guess we’d better get dressed for tonight.”

Sirex felt his shafts surge in his trousers and tried to ignore the sensation.

“I guess we should,” he said.

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PHOEBE

Phoebe couldn’t believe she was doing this. She was lying on the bed, naked except for the new harness, which enhanced rather than hid her naked body, with her mentor kneeling on the floor between her thighs trying to get the clit jewelry on her.

She was very aware of how close his face was to her pussy—she could feel his warm breath stirring her curls. Embarrassment kept overcoming her and making her try to close her legs until Sirex put both hands on her thighs and spread them forcefully open. Then he looked up to catch her eyes.

“Look at me, Phoebe—I need you to hold still and stay open for me. Do you understand?” he said sternly.

Phoebe nibbled her lower lip.

“Yes, Sir,” she said in a small voice. “It’s just…so embarrassing, that’s all.”

“Why should you feel embarrassed? You have a beautiful little pussy.” To her surprise, he dipped his head and placed a soft kiss on her inner thigh. “Now relax and let me put your jewelry on, baby.”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmured again and tried to do as he said and relax. It wasn’t easy—she felt self-conscious about him being in such a vulnerable, intimate place—but it was necessary. She had to wear the new harness and the plug to the upcoming banquet and yet she couldn’t touch herself to put it in.

“Easy now,” he rumbled, looking up at her. “I’m going to spread your pussy open so I can place the clit jewelry first. After we get that in place, I’ll put in the plug. All right?”

“All right,” she echoed. But she couldn’t help twitching when she felt his long fingers parting her puffy outer lips. God, he was looking right at her now! Seeing everything. What if he didn’t like what he saw?

“Beautiful.” The single word, uttered in a low, hoarse voice dispelled much of her insecurity. At least she knew he liked what he was seeing—even if it was embarrassing to be all spread out for him like this.

“I’m going to place the jewelry now,” Sirex told her. “But first I’m going to stroke your clit a little to help it stand out so the jewelry will fit. All right?”

Phoebe felt a flash of desire go through her.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Good girl. Just relax and let me touch you…”

And then Phoebe felt his fingertip tracing around and around her clit. His gentle touch made her sensitive button swell with need as she tried to bite back a moan of desire. How long was he going to keep this up? Was he going to make her come again, as he had when he mapped her pussy for the first harness?

But just as she was beginning to worry that she might actually orgasm again, Sirex stopped stroking her and placed the cold metal clit jewelry around her tender button.

Phoebe couldn’t see what it looked like, but she felt the effects at once. The new jewelry stimulated her even more than the old harness had. Rather than pinching her, it felt like something smooth and warm was rubbing against both sides of her clit, giving her extra stimulation with every tiny move she made. Crap—she could already tell that this was going to be much more difficult to deal with than the old harness had been!

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