Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
“All right, good.” The shop keeper nodded, apparently satisfied that he had the gloves on correctly. “Now stand behind your female—that’s the easiest way to begin—and run your hands over her back and shoulders.”
Sirex complied with his orders. Placing his hands on Phoebe’s shoulders, he ran his hands down her arms.
“Oh!” She jumped a little and looked over her shoulder at him. “It tingles!”
“Are the gloves hurting you? Shocking you?” Sirex asked. He wasn’t willing to hurt her just to get the right breast harness.
“No.” She shook her head. “It’s kind of like you’re wearing mini-vibrators on your fingers, though—kind of a light buzzing sensation.”
“All right—I’ll go on as long as I’m not hurting you,” Sirex murmured.
She nodded.
“Go ahead.”
Slowly, he ran his hands down the smooth slope of her back, tracing the delicate bones of her shoulder blades and the curves of her waist. Her skin was so soft, he couldn’t help thinking. So warm. He shouldn’t be enjoying this—touching her so intimately—and yet he couldn’t help himself. He—
“Very good,” the shop keeper said, sounding impatient. “I believe you’ve mapped her back sufficiently. Now it’s time for the front. Stay where you are behind her and reach around to cup her breasts in your hands.”
Ignoring the shop keeper’s impatience, Sirex leaned down to murmur in Phoebe’s ear,
“Is this all right with you?”
She nodded.
“Yes. Go…go on. Do whatever you have to do.” Her voice was slightly breathy as though she was nervous, but she leaned back against him, trustingly. He could feel her trembling as her bare back made contact with his chest.
“It’s all right, baby,” he murmured, the tender little nickname slipping out before he could stop it. “You know I’ll be gentle.”
“I know you will,” she breathed.
“Pardon me, good sir, but if you might get on with it?” the shop keeper said, frowning. “I don’t mean to sound impatient but I do have other customers who come to my shop.”
“I’ll take as much time as I need to be sure Phoebe is comfortable with what I’m doing to her,” Sirex growled, glaring at him. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“No-no!” The shop keeper grew pale. “I just…I mean, anyone would think you’d never touched your female before. The way you keep asking her permission as though you don’t even own her—it’s highly irregular.”
Sirex hated to admit it, but the shop keeper was probably right. None of the males on Salacious Prime would ask permission of the women they owned to touch them. But he was still unwilling to do anything Phoebe didn’t want—especially sexually. Instead of answering the shop keeper’s remark, he turned his attention back to his protégé. Reaching around her, he cupped her large breasts in his hands.
She shivered and made a soft, breathless sound but didn’t try to pull away. Sirex couldn’t help loving the way her full breasts filled his big hands. He tried, however, not to touch the sensitive points of her nipples.
But apparently he wasn’t doing things right because the shop keeper started giving him orders.
“Very good, now that you have the under curvature of her breasts mapped, run your hands all over her breasts. Be sure to squeeze them too—I need to know the compression measurements.”
Sirex did as he said, squeezing Phoebe’s large breasts gently and caressing them all over—though he still avoided her nipples. But just as he thought he was finished, the shop keeper spoke again.
“Good. Now cup them again as you did before and trace the areolas and nipples with the nodes on your index fingers,” he instructed. “Be sure to circle them completely from the outer areola to the very tips of her peaks. Since you’re asking for a non-piercing harness, I need exact measurements.”
Sirex tried to tamp down the lust that was growing inside him, but he couldn’t help the way his shafts hardened when he did as the shop keeper told him. Cupping Phoebe again, he began tracing slow circles around the wide, berry-dark bands of her areolas, slowly working his way inward.
He could tell she was trying to hold still, but he could feel her shifting from foot-to-foot as he traced her peaks. And when he reached the tender tips of her tight points, she let out a breathless little moan and the warm, feminine scent of her desire rose to tease his nose.
Gods, she’s getting aroused! Her soft little pussy is probably getting wet and hot and ready—
He pushed the images that rose to his mind away. He shouldn’t be thinking this way about a fellow agent—especially one who had been his protégé! He ought to pull his hands away right now…but somehow he couldn’t. He just kept circling her tender peaks as she moaned and writhed against him.
“Good—now pinch her nipples,” the shop owner commanded. “Gently at first and then be firmer—I need to know her pain points.”