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)
Brandt accepted them with a curt nod. He turned to Lexi, who stared at the clamps as though they were instruments of torture.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, taking a half step back as he came towards her.
Brandt didn’t waste words. He simply put his hands around her waist, and lifted her easily to sit on the edge of a padded table.
Lexi gasped, glaring at him.
“Look, if you think I’m actually going to let you—”
“Don’t make me punish you, Alexandra,” he warned in a low voice. “We talked about this—you’re going to obey me in every way. Now, are you going to behave, or not?”
She caught her lush lower lip between her teeth and Brandt felt his shaft stir in his trousers. Gods, that mouth.
I should not notice such things. I should not want her, he reminded himself sternly.
“I…I’ll behave,” she whispered at last.
“Good. Open your blouse.”
Her eyes went wide. “In front of everyone?” She flicked a nervous glance at Dr. T’Oo-loo and T’linga who were watching with interest.
“This is research,” Brandt said flatly. “There is no shame in science, Alexandra. You will bare yourself when I command it or bear the consequences.”
His eyes locked with hers and he saw the determination and shame in her lovely green depths…but also something else. Could it be…excitement?
Finally, she nodded.
“All right,” she said in a low voice.
“Good.” He nodded in approval. “Now are you going to unbutton your blouse or should I?”
“I’ll do it.”
Her hands trembled as she undid each button. Slowly, the creamy swells of her breasts came into view until they spilled free, heavy and perfect, tipped with dusky pink nipples already tightening in the cool air.
Beautiful. Gods, she’s exquisite. Softness made flesh, h
e couldn’t help thinking.
“Exquisite,” Dr. T’Oo-loo exclaimed with a delighted nod, echoing Brandt’s thoughts. “But you must stimulate her nipples for the best nectar production. Tug and pinch to arouse her. Better still, suck her peaks until they grow tight for you.”
Brandt’s jaw tightened. He still remembered the taste of her, the sweetness that had lingered on his tongue after cleaning away the Bonding Fruit ointment. Doing it again, here, with an audience…
No—it’s too intimate. Too embarrassing for her.
But then Alexandra’s scent hit him—warm, feminine, and unmistakably aroused. His head snapped up, eyes locking with hers. She looked mortified, yet the smell of her sexual desire filled his senses.
She likes this, he realized. Being watched…being commanded. She pretends to be outraged, but her body tells the truth. Having an audience arouses her.
His cock grew thick, straining against the confines of his uniform trousers. He ignored it and reached for her, cupping one breast in his hand. Her nipple tightened instantly under his thumb. He pinched…rolled…tugged.
Alexandra whimpered, shifting against the table as the scent of her need grew even stronger.
“Be still,” he ordered, frowning. “Don’t make me punish you.”
She froze, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.
“Um…sorry,” she said in a small voice.
“That’s all right, Alexandra.” Brandt cupped her cheek with his free hand, stroking her silky, heated skin. She was blushing and it made her look even more lovely, he thought. “I know it’s hard to hold still when I give you pleasure or pain,” he murmured. “But you must at least try.”
“I am—I’m trying. I—oh!”
Her last words ended in a shocked exclamation and a moan because he had bent his head to take one stiff peak into his mouth. He sucked hard, pulling small droplets of nectar to the surface. A soft cry broke from her throat—half protest/half plea. He licked her, teased her peak, then moved to the other breast and gave it equal attention—pinching one nipple while sucking the other until she squirmed helplessly.
“Dr. Brandt,” she panted. “Please.”
“Be still!” he said again, his voice sharp. She bit her lip, her lush body quivering, but she obeyed.
Satisfied, he picked up the clamps.
“Deep breath, Alexandra.”
Her eyes went wide.
“Wait—”
The first clamp closed over her left nipple. She gasped, back arching, a flush spreading across her chest. Before she could recover, he affixed the second, the chain dangling delicately between them. He gave it a testing tug. Both nipples peaked harder and her lips parted in a shaky moan.
Brandt couldn’t help admiring her.
Gods. She was stunning like this—blushing…trembling…bound by her own arousal. He tugged the chain again and her entire body shivered. The sight made heat flood through him and a realization struck him.
She thrives on this. When I command her, she blooms. When I push her, she yields. She is aroused when I dominate her.
The thought sent a dark thrill through him…a temptation…a danger.
Another voice whispered low in his mind.
Maybe you just want to see her come undone again…hear her moan your name.
He shut it out, jaw clenched. He was a scientist—a widower. A warrior who had sworn to the Goddess to never again call a bride.