Page 77 of Darkest Desire
“Yes, but?—”
“I know we’re nothing but coworkers again—just agents working on the same case,” he went on. “And I know it is inappropriate to ask to suck your nipples. But I really do think I could heal them if you’d let me do it—if you’d let me touch you just one last time.”
“One last time,” Phoebe echoed, feeling sad. Of course the mission was over now and she and Sirex were nothing but coworkers, just as he had said.
“Will you let me?” he asked. “Or would you prefer to heal on your own, naturally?”
“That would take way too long,” Phoebe said. “I think…I think I’d rather you healed me, Sir.”
“Very well. Come here—scoot to the edge of your seat.”
Phoebe did as he asked, turning and scooting to the edge of the passenger seat. Sirex slid out of the pilot’s chair and knelt on the floor in front of her.
Gently, he palmed her large breasts, examining the silver rings in her tight peaks.
“Do you want to take them out?” he asked, looking up to meet her eyes. “If you do, I can heal you afterwards. But if I heal you with them in, I’m afraid they might be permanent.”
Phoebe bit her lip. Did she want to try and take the rings out? Or should she keep them?
She thought of how intimate she and her mentor had gotten during this mission…remembered the intense delight she’d had in submitting to him and the ultimate pleasure of him touching her. Even if she couldn’t remember everything they’d done together, she could never forget the way he’d held her in his arms…the time he had spanked her…the way he had mapped her breasts and pussy for the three-point harness and made her come so hard…
No, she didn’t want to remove the rings, she thought. She wanted to keep them in—to help her remember how close she’d come to happiness before it slipped away.
“Phoebe?” he rumbled and she realized she’d been silent too long.
“Sorry.” She cleared her throat and sat up straighter. “I’ll keep them in.”
“Really?” Sirex looked surprised.
“Really,” Phoebe said firmly. “They’ll be like a souvenir—something to remember our time together,” she added softly.
A look of regret passed over his face.
“Yes, the only thing we’ll have is memories. Though I’m sure you’ll want to forget in time.”
“Some things don’t bear remembering,” Phoebe admitted. “I’ll probably go to therapy once we get back to the Mother Ship. But there are some things about this mission I never want to forget.”
“I feel the same way,” he murmured. “Very well, if you’re sure, I’ll go ahead and heal you.”
“Please do.”
Phoebe bit her lip as she watched him take her throbbing right nipple into his mouth. She was almost wincing in anticipation of the pain—she was incredibly sore!
But the next minute her apprehension turned to relief as he bathed her wounded peak with his tongue. The cooling essence eased the sharp ache and she could almost feel the piercing healing as the pain faded.
She had closed her eyes when Sirex had started the healing but now she opened them. She was about to thank him or say how much better she felt…but she found that he was looking up at her as he healed her.
Their eyes caught and held and Phoebe felt her heart beginning to pound. While he was holding her gaze with his, Sirex continued to circle her nipple with his tongue which by now was throbbing for a whole different reason.
The faint tingling she’d had ever since she had removed The Finger of the Goddess from inside her began to intensify. As Sirex switched to the other nipple, still holding her eyes with his, the tingling got even stronger and spread to her clit, which was soon aching for release. Phoebe could feel herself getting wet and hot. She shifted in her seat, pressing her thighs together tightly to try and stop the erotic sensations.
Just as she was thinking she was going to come just from having Sirex suck her nipples, he pulled back at last, releasing her tight tip.
“Better now?” he murmured.
“I…I think so,” Phoebe said breathlessly.
“Does this hurt?” Cupping her breasts again, he thumbed her nipples very lightly.