Page 32 of Darkest Desire
But before she could think of how to complete her sentence, the shop keeper came back.
“Well, that was a false alarm—not a customer at all, just someone asking directions to another part of the spaceport,” he remarked. “Now, have you decided if you’d rather have a two-point or a three-point harness for your woman?”
“How necessary is it to have a three-point harness at the palace?” Sirex asked.
“Oh, extremely necessary! I have dealings with those who are visiting the palace often—no one puts their female in a two-point harness if they’re going there. Especially if they hope to meet with the Emperor himself.” The shop keeper sounded very sure of himself.
“Very well, then I’d like to ‘map’ my woman’s lower area for the harness, but I have a concern,” Sirex told him. “These gloves seem to have an electrical current running through them. Won’t I shock her if I’m touching her in such a delicate area?”
“Not at all, good sir!” the shop keeper declared. “Why, you could even slide your fingers all the way inside her inner cleft without danger of shocking. The measurement gloves are completely safe.”
“I see. Well then, how do I proceed?” Sirex asked, raising his eyebrows. “Can I simply cup her mound?”
“To start with, yes. It might be easier to take off her skirt,” the shop keeper suggested.
But Sirex shook his head.
“No, I can reach her quite well if I just put my hand between the strands.”
Phoebe felt a small bit of relief—at least she wasn’t going to be completely nude while this happened! Then she reminded herself that she needed to get used to men looking at her naked body—it was clearly the way things were done here on Salacious Prime.
She didn’t say a word or try to get away when Sirex came to stand behind her again. Reaching down, he slipped one big hand between the long, feathered and beaded strands of her skirt to cup her pussy.
For a minute Phoebe resisted him. She knew if she parted her thighs he would find out how wet she was—which was horribly embarrassing. But then Sirex murmured sternly in her ear,
“Phoebe, open your legs for me. Now.”
His tone of command couldn’t be disobeyed. With a mixture of shame and desire—his “Dom” voice always made her weak in the knees—Phoebe reluctantly parted her thighs.
“Good girl,” Sirex rumbled and she felt another flash of desire. Oh God, she wanted him to touch her but she was so afraid of what he would think!
His big hand slid between her thighs and cupped her pussy fully. Phoebe bit her lip, wondering what he was thinking—but she didn’t have to wonder for long.
“I see—this is why you were so reluctant to let me touch you. It’s because you’re a Numalla,” he murmured.
“A…a what?” Phoebe whispered, daring to look up at him.
“A female who makes a lot of pussy honey,” he murmured back. “Don’t worry—it’s a good thing.”
“It…it is?” Phoebe breathed.
“A very good thing,” he assured her, pressing his fingertips lightly against the crotch of her panties which were damp with her juices. “So stop being upset—I don’t think less of you for getting wet while I was pinching your nipples, baby.”
Phoebe bit her lip. God, she loved when he talked that way to her! And when he called her “good girl” or “baby” she just about melted! Also, what she feared hadn’t come to pass. She could feel the buzzing sensation of the jeweled nodes through her panties, but there wasn’t enough direct contact to make her come.
She was just starting to relax when the shop keeper spoke again.
“Good. Now slide your hand into her underthings and map the inside of her cleft.”
“What?” Phoebe couldn’t help gasping. She looked at Sirex again—he was leaning over her with his head almost resting on her shoulder. “Sir?”
“You heard the man, Phoebe,” he growled softly in her ear. “Can you be a good girl and let me map the inside of your pussy or should we call the mission off?”
Phoebe took a deep breath. She didn’t want to quit on her very first mission. She wanted to prove herself to Commander Sylvan—to prove he’d made the right decision when he had chosen her to become one of the Agents of the Elite Espionage Corps.
“Go ahead,” she whispered back. “Do it.”
Then she set her jaw and told herself that no matter what happened or how good it felt, she was not going to come!