Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Lexi’s traitorous nipples tightened under the thin silk of her blouse.
No. Nope. Absolutely not. You do not like this, she told herself sternly.
Her body, however, wasn’t getting the memo. Her breasts felt full and achy, and between her thighs there was a slow, spreading heat that had no business being there. Was she already starting to produce nectar again? Was just breathing in the Terian air causing her breasts to make it? And if so, was it also having some kind of sexual effect on her?
She had no idea and was too embarrassed to ask. Meanwhile, T’linga was still talking.
“Now, for pleasure-based stimulation, we have this.” She picked up a small pearlescent wand with a softly buzzing head. “This is a clitoral stimulator—very gentle but effective. We also use an arousal-enhancing gel made from the pods of the Pleasure Fruit. It causes a pleasant swelling sensation that increases both sensitivity and nectar production.”
Lexi felt her mouth go dry.
“Wait—like…it makes you puffy down there?” she asked hoarsely.
T’linga giggled and nodded.
“Oh yes, quite plump! Some of our Givers say it makes them feel like their clit is tingling.”
Lexi pressed her thighs together tightly and tried not to imagine Brandt spreading her open, applying that cream with those big, capable fingers. Tried not to imagine him watching as she flushed and swelled, writhing against the table with her wrists strapped down and her legs spread wide—
Nope.
No.
Absolutely not.
She pressed her thighs together even tighter and gave herself a mental slap.
This is research—for science. He is not touching you like that. And even if he did, you wouldn’t enjoy it.
Except her nipples were so stiff they actually ached, and she was getting damp between her thighs just thinking about it. God, she had to get her mind out of the gutter!
T’linga either didn’t notice her discomfort or pretended not to.
“Would you like to try any of our implements?” she asked brightly.
Lexi nearly choked.
“What? No! Um, I mean, no thank you,” she said quickly, not wanting to give offense. “I mean, I don’t want any of this used on me. I, uh, prefer to produce nectar on my own.”
The other woman looked surprised.
“Oh…well, of course, we always get full consent before anything is used. Don’t worry—you’ll only be subjected to what you’re comfortable with.”
Lexi gave a short, nearly hysterical laugh.
“I’m not comfortable with any of it,” she said. “Except maybe the gel. Possibly. But only if I was very drunk…or maybe unconscious.”
T’linga tilted her head curiously.
“Well, sometimes we do add the Pleasure Fruit to our wine for dinner…” she said. “But don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. Dr. Brandt seems very gentle and patient—and very large. That always helps.”
Lexi nearly swallowed her tongue.
“Helps with what, exactly?”
“Oh, just…making you feel safe when you’re tied down,” T’linga said sweetly. “I mean, I assume you’ll be restrained during your sessions—it’s standard protocol here for first-time Givers.”
Lexi could feel her pulse pounding in her ears.
Thirty-six thousand dollars, she reminded herself desperately. Thirty-six thousand.
That was how much Brandt had promised her. That was what it would take to save Uncle Herbert from getting kneecapped by that awful man named Butcher.
Thirty-six thousand dollars. To get tied up and milked and gelled and maybe spanked or…
Oh my God, what is wrong with me?
She exhaled shakily and gave T’linga a weak smile.
“Thanks. This little tour has been…very educational.”
“You’re welcome!” the other woman beamed. “And don’t worry—you’ll make a wonderful Prime Milker. I can tell!”
Lexi just nodded and followed her numbly back to the main corridor, wondering for the hundredth time if she was going to survive this mission… and if thirty-six thousand dollars was really enough to go through with it.
Because the way things were going, she was starting to worry she would soon end up letting Dr. Brandt put those golden clamps on her nipples and call her his "good girl."
And that was freaking terrifying.
7
BRANDT
Brandt followed Dr. T’Oo-loo into the Terian milking laboratory. The door was narrow and his shoulders brushed either side of the frame as he stepped inside. The scent of sterilized metal and something sweet—nectar, he supposed—hung faintly in the air. His eyes swept the room, cataloguing equipment…tables…straps and other nectar collection accoutrements. But his attention shifted immediately when he saw her.
Alexandra.
She was standing beside T’linga, her green eyes wide, her cheeks flushed pink. The moment she noticed him, that blush deepened, spreading down her neck. He felt it like a physical pull in his chest.
She reddens the instant she sees me. Is it embarrassment? Or something else?
He pushed the thought aside, forcing his expression into its usual stern mask. He had made an oath. He had sworn never again to call a bride. Still, the sight of her biting her lower lip made his body tighten in ways he had not experienced in years.
“Ah, here we are,” Dr. T’Oo-loo said cheerfully, moving to a gleaming drawer and pulling out a set of golden clamps attached by a delicate chain. They caught the light, glinting ominously. He pressed them into Brandt’s palm. “Try these on her nipples—very effective for stimulation.”