Absolutely not.
Seven
She woke in the middle of the night, feeling tense and horny all over again. Her pussy was throbbing—especially her clit, where she’d rubbed the pink ointment.
Reaching between her legs, she found that she was incredibly wet and her clit was hot and swollen with need. What was wrong with her?
The ointment, she thought again. It was that damn ointment—it’s still affecting me!
She tried to roll over and go back to sleep but the desperate need wouldn’t let her. At last she gave up and spread her thighs, intending to just “rub one out” quickly and then get back to sleep.
But she found her head was full of Roark again, his deep voice telling her to bend over and raise her skirt, the feeling of his hard palm connecting with her bare ass as she submitted to his punishment…
Sammi tried not to think of him—she really did. But when she finally came, it was with Roark’s name on her lips and the memory of those strange, pale eyes staring down into hers as he told her he was going to punish her.
A rush of shame followed the intense pleasure of her orgasm but at least she was able to go back to sleep again. As she drifted off, Sammi told herself it wouldn’t happen again—it was just the lingering effects of the ointment which surely would have dissipated by the time she woke up in the morning…
Only it didn’t.
If anything, the constant horniness she felt was worse when she opened her eyes as her alarm went off.
Sammi groaned as she reached between her legs to find that she was sopping wet again. And her clit was throbbing as though she hadn’t come for days or weeks.
“What’s wrong with me?” she muttered aloud as she threw back the covers and got out of bed. “Why can’t I stop feeling this way?”
She had no answers and the feeling of need only got worse, even when she took a shower and attempted to wash the remains of the ointment off. Her clit was swollen and throbbing—hot to the touch, as though she had some kind of sexual fever.
Stepping out of the shower, she dried off with a towel. She felt the urgent need to masturbate again but stopped herself when she saw what time it was. She was going to be late for work if she didn’t hurry—and who knew what kind of punishment tardiness carried in Commander Roark’s lab?
Going to work feeling so horny was going to be torture, but Sammi was damned if she’d call in sick. She was damn well going to show Roark that she could work through anything—even the effects of the crazy ointment he had given her.
So she got dressed, fixed her hair, and put on some makeup before leaving her new suite and marching down the long metal corridor to the lab. Every step was torture because the motion stimulated her swollen clit but she did her best not to show her intense arousal on her face.
The show must go on and this was one battle she was not going to let Roark win, she swore to herself.
Even if it drove her crazy.
Eight
His new assistant was extremely quiet for most of the morning, Roark thought. Quiet to the point of muteness—but at least she was there.
He had gone too far, spanking her the day before, he thought to himself. It was a surprise that she had showed up at all instead of going straight to Commander Sylvan, the Head of the High Council, and complaining.
Roark wasn’t quite sure what he would do if that happened. Under Kindred law, he had the right to run his lab any way he wanted to, but female abuse carried a severe penalty.
Although, he hadn’t really abused her—three blows to her luscious bottom could hardly constitute a beating. Also, he might make the case that she was under his direction and so subject to the Law of Conduct, which stated that every Warrior was responsible for the behavior of his bride. Or in this case, his direct subordinate…
His musings were broken by a muffled curse from Samantha’s direction. Looking up, Roark saw that she was shifting in her seat, a look of irritation on her face. Clearly, something was bothering her intensely. Roark doubted she would tell him what it was, but there was no harm in asking.
Getting up from his own desk, he came to stand over her…and that was when her scent hit him like a blow to the face.
Gods! He nearly took a step back in surprise. The scent of female arousal—intense arousal—was so strong he felt his cock come to attention at once. Something had gotten to Samantha—something had made her incredibly “horny” as he had heard humans call it—and now she was in deep sexual need.