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Sirex frowned in concern.

“What’s wrong? Is it pinching you?”

“No, it…it’s fucking me,” Phoebe admitted in a low voice. “It’s thrusting in and out of me with every step. And the jewelry is, uh, stimulating me. I…I’m afraid I’m going to come if I have to wear it for long,” she added in a low, embarrassed voice.

“I’m afraid that might be the point of the harness,” Sirex said. “It’s unfortunate but I don’t think you can avoid wearing it.” He nodded down at her breasts. “What about here—is it pinching your nipples any?”

“A little,” Phoebe said. “Maybe if you could just readjust me some…”

“Sure, baby.” Reaching into one of the golden cups of the harness, Sirex adjusted her breasts so that her nipples were pointing straight out again. “Better?” he asked, gently thumbing her tight peaks.

Phoebe tried unsuccessfully to bite back a moan as he stroked her aching tips.

“M-much better. But if you don’t stop touching me like that, I can’t be responsible for what happens,” she told him in a low, breathy voice.

“I’ve never seen a woman with such sensitive nipples,” Sirex murmured and she noticed that he hadn’t stopped touching her—he was still slowly circling her peaks with his thumbs.

“I…I’ve always been really sensitive there,” she admitted. “I can’t help it.”

“I don’t want you to help it,” Sirex rumbled. “I just want to let you know?—”

But whatever he was going to tell her was drowned out by a sudden knocking on the door.

“Excuse me! I’m here to lead you to the Great Hall for the banquet!”

The voice was familiar—it must be the same servant boy who had brought their clothing earlier, Phoebe thought, feeling frustrated. What had her mentor been about to tell her? That he wanted more from her than just a partner or a fellow agent? That he felt for her the way she felt for him?

Apparently she would never know because Sirex took her hand and led her to the door.

“Come on—I guess it’s time for the banquet,” he murmured.

“Yes, Sir,” Phoebe sighed. But her nipples were throbbing from his touch and with every step she took the new gear she was wearing stimulated her almost unbearably.

God, how was she going to get through this banquet?

20

PHOEBE

The Great Hall was another vast gold and glass space, but this time the glass was purple which threw the entire enormous room into grand but gloomy shadow.

The servant boy led them to a low table in the center of the room. Instead of chairs, there were cushions to sit on—but not for the women. Phoebe saw only men sitting around the long table.

Sirex seemed to notice the same thing because he asked,

“Where is Phoebe supposed to sit?”

“Your female?” the servant asked. “Why, under the table with the other females, of course.”

“What? Why must the women stay under the table?” Sirex demanded, frowning. “I don’t like putting Phoeve in such a small, cramped space.”

“But the females must be under the table so they can suck the shafts of the males who own them during the banquet,” the servant said, looking shocked that he didn’t already know this detail.

Sirex frowned.

“And what if I don’t want Phoebe to suck me in public?”

“Oh, this isn’t public, my dear Sirex.” The high, nasal voice could only belong to Lord Thruck. Sure enough, when Phoebe looked up, she saw the enormous Trollox smiling down at them with his sane head. The insane one was lolling on his shoulder and drooling disgustingly as usual.

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