Submitting to the Shadow (Kindred Tales)

“It’s all right if you orgasm,” Roark assured her. “It won’t affect the outcome.”

“But—” Sammi gasped desperately. “But it’s so embarrassing.”

“It’s a natural reaction to stimulation,” Roark told her as he began to stroke the glowing marble over her tender clit again. His voice became softer and he looked up at her, his pale eyes half-lidded. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, Samantha. It’s all right—just let yourself go. Let yourself come while I take care of you,” he murmured.

Sammi wasn’t sure if it was his deep, soft voice giving her permission to let go or the buzzing, humming wand he was stroking her pussy with over and over but suddenly she was coming—coming so hard she saw stars.

“Oh!” she gasped, her back arching though her pelvis and thighs remained anchored to the padded exam chair. “Oh, Roark, please! Please!”

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides and she didn’t know if she was begging him to stop or to never stop—she only knew the pleasure coursing through her was incredible—overwhelming. And as long as he stroked her open pussy with the glowing purple wand she couldn’t stop coming…

“All right…all right now. I think we’ve neutralized the compound around your Goddess pearl,” Roark said at last, pulling the marble away from her throbbing clit.

“You…you did?” Sammi panted, looking at him with dazed eyes. “Are…are we done, then?” She didn’t know if she wanted the answer to be yes or no.

Roark frowned. “That depends—is your Goddess pearl the only place you put the ointment?”

Sammi thought of her embarrassing fantasies of the night before—how she had imagined the big Kindred putting his long fingers deep inside her and fucking her with them. Her own fingers hadn’t been nearly long enough to simulate his but she’d tried anyway.

And her fingers had been coated in the pink ointment.

Reluctantly, she shook her head.

“No, I…I put it, uh, inside too,” she admitted, her cheeks getting hot again. “Um, pretty deep, actually.”

“It’s a good thing you admitted it,” Roark told her, frowning. “It’s important we neutralize all of the bonding fruit molecules or you could have serious problems down the road.”

“What problems? Ohhh!” Sammi moaned again because the glowing purple marble had slipped down and was entering the entrance to her pussy.

“Just hold still, Samantha.” Roark’s deep voice was back to being strict again. “Hold still and let me explore you thoroughly and make certain we get it all taken care of.”

Sammi had no choice but to do as he said. Still moaning, she watched as the long purple wand fucked her carefully and thoroughly, sliding in and out of her pussy channel and hitting her g-spot with each deep thrust. More pleasure rushed through her and she came again, even harder this time, until at last she felt she was going to pass out with the pleasure.

“Can’t stand…” she gasped, writhing ineffectually against her bonds. “Can’t stand much more. Please, Roark—please!”

“All right.” At last he withdrew the wand and turned it off. “I think we got all of it. How do you feel?”

“Worn out,” Sammi panted. Her breath was tearing raggedly in her throat as she tried to recover from the intense orgasm. “You didn’t…didn’t tell me you were going to, uh, make me come like that!”

Roark shrugged.

“It was simply a side effect of breaking the molecular bonds.”

“If we’re all done then can you unstrap me?” Sammi asked, hating how weak she sounded. “I…I feel so vulnerable all tied down like this.”

“Forgive me.” Roark put down the wand and began unstrapping her thighs. “But it was necessary to hold you still.” He arched an eyebrow at her. “Do you feel better now? Has the desire dissipated?”

“I think so.” Sammi got off the table and stood on wobbly legs. “I…oh!” Her legs gave way and she would have fallen if Roark hadn’t caught her.

“All right now, you’re all right,” he murmured, swinging her up and cradling her in his arms.

“I don’t know if I am,” Sammi whispered. “Why do I feel so weak? Is it because you made me come so hard?”

“Possibly.” He sat her gently back on the table with her legs hanging over the side. Kneeling in front of her, he picked up her panties and began putting them back on her. “A strong orgasm can make you feel weak sometimes.”

“God, I can’t believe we’re having this conversation!” Sammi put one trembling hand to her head. “And I can’t believe what we just did. I mean, you’re my boss! And why do you have all this equipment and this, uh, exam table back here, anyway?”

Roark frowned as he helped her pull her panties up and then started putting on her skirt.

“It’s all part of building and testing my prototype. I’ll tell you everything once we’re settled—though I had hoped to put off revealing my research until later on in your employment.”