He turned the full force of those pale eyes on her.
“What if I told you this is part of your job requirements, Samantha?”
“What? Are you saying there’s a clause in the contract I signed that says I have to let you put something like that inside me?” she demanded, still looking at the Beast Kindred dildo.
Roark raised an eyebrow.
“There is a part which specifies that you will do whatever is necessary to advance our research.”
“Well, yes, but…I mean, there are limits, right?” Sammi protested.
To her surprise, Roark nodded.
“There are limits,” he agreed. “I will not actually be injecting you with fertile seed. You will not actually get pregnant, Samantha—you will only simulate the impregnation process.”
“I…but I…” She wasn’t sure what to say…what to do.
Oh, she knew what she ought to do—she ought to slap his face and walk out.
But if she was going to do that, she would have done it back when he ordered her to bend over the desk and raise her skirt for a spanking. She hadn’t walked out when he’d spanked her and somehow Sammi didn’t think she was going to walk out now.
Don’t be crazy, Sammi! whispered a little voice in her head. Don’t tell me you’re actually going to go along with this! That you’re actually going to let him run experiments—sexual experiments—on you!
But it seemed that was exactly what she was going to do. She was going to submit to Roark sexually and let him do what he wanted with her.
Feeling weak in the knees as a sudden rush of desire filled her, Sammi looked up at her boss.
“All right—what do I have to do?”
Fourteen
“This is, as I said, a process,” Roark explained as he showed her more of the equipment on the light table. “You will be fucked—deeply fucked—by a variety of phalluses in order to simulate bonding sex with the different kinds of Kindred. But we cannot start with that step. Desire must be built slowly over a period of days.”
“How?” Sammi couldn’t believe they were talking about this—that she had agreed to her boss’s unreasonable demands. But she had and now testing his prototypes and spreading her thighs for a number of huge dildos was apparently part of her job description.
She was certainly going to have to be creative when she put this on her résumé!
But no matter how unbelievable it was, here she was, actually doing it. And hearing Roark discuss in that cool, deep voice of his exactly what he would be doing to her was making her feel weak in the knees.
“It is my belief that no part of a female’s anatomy should be ignored during pleasuring,” Roark remarked. “Every part of her body must be attended to in order to achieve maximum arousal and fulfill the ultimate goal of impregnation.”
“Meaning what?” Sammi asked, feeling bewildered.
“Meaning that, to start with, I’ll need you to wear this under your shirt for the next several days.”
Roark picked up a soft leather harness which looked a little like a bra made of black leather straps. It was adjustable, Sammi saw, and each cup had a hole in the center.
“Is that some kind of bra?” she asked, frowning.
“It’s a breast stimulator,” Roark told her briskly. “Please take off your blouse and underthings so I can make certain it fits correctly.”
It occurred to Sammi that she ought to protest getting naked from the waist up for her boss. But since she’d already been naked from the waist down less than an hour ago, it seemed like a moot point.
She unbuttoned her white silk work blouse without complaint but she couldn’t help blushing when she took off her bra. She was really too big up top to be without support and she’d never felt comfortable going braless. Feeling self-conscious, she crossed her arms over her bare breasts.
“Don’t cover yourself, Samantha,” Roark commanded. “I have to be able to see you in order to fit you with the harness.”
Blushing, Sammi allowed him to help her into the leather harness which fit very much like a bra, though it was much more comfortable. This became evident as Roark cupped each breast in turn and made certain her nipples were poking out of the holes in the center of the cups.
“What kind of material is this?” she asked, trying to take her mind off the way her boss was handling her body so intimately.
“Kroathian leather,” he said distractedly, as he made certain each breast was correctly situated in its cup. “It’s simultaneously one of the softest and the strongest materials in the universe. It has almost no surface resistance—which means it won’t ever cause any kind of chafing or irritation. It also has float dots embedded in it, which will keep both your breasts in the correct position for stimulation.”
“Float dots?”
“They help nullify the pull of gravity on your breasts,” Roark explained. “See for yourself.”