13. Phoebe
13
PHOEBE
P hoebe froze with a moan in her throat as the shop keeper’s words sank in. Oh God, was he serious? Did Sirex really have to touch her there too?
She felt a sudden surge of panic. It was one thing to let her mentor run his big hands all over her bare breasts—it was something else entirely to let him touch her between her thighs! She was wet down there— very wet—she could feel it. Her panties were soaked and her inner thighs were slippery with her juices.
Also, she’d been right on the edge of orgasm from the vibrating gloves and the way Sirex had been pinching her nipples—giving her pain and pleasure at the same time. Phoebe was sure if he touched her pussy with the gloves on she was definitely going to come and that would be horribly embarrassing!
She began to edge away from her mentor, hoping that he would tell the shop keeper that he only wanted a two-point harness for her. But Sirex had a thoughtful look on his face…and when he saw her making some space between them, his expression turned into a frown.
“Phoebe? What’s wrong?”
Phoebe shook her head, too embarrassed to speak—especially in front of the shop keeper. She cut her eyes towards him and then looked back up at Sirex, begging him silently to understand.
Luckily, he did.
“I believe I need to speak to my woman alone for a moment,” he said to the shop keeper.
“Oh, very well. I think I hear another customer. I’ll return in a moment.”
He stomped off around to the front of the stall again and Sirex bent down to look Phoebe in the eyes.
“All right—what’s wrong?” he rumbled softly. “You didn’t mind letting me map your breasts—do you object to having my hand between your legs? Because if you do, I’ll ask for a two-point harness and we’ll have to make the best of it once we get to the palace.”
“It’s not that—not that I don’t want you…want you touching me.” Phoebe could feel herself blushing as she spoke but she forced herself to go on. “It’s just…when you were, uh, mapping my breasts I got kind of…kind of damp between my thighs. And…and I…”
She paused, too embarrassed to tell him what she feared—that she might come if he touched her again.
“And what?” Sirex asked frowning.
Phoebe had a sudden inspiration.
“And those gloves have some kind of electric current in them. What if you shock me?” she demanded. “I mean, that’s a really sensitive area.”
Sirex raised an eyebrow at her.
“So you’re worried the electrical current might shock you because your pussy got wet when I was pinching your nipples?”
Phoebe choked back a little gasp. Her mentor had never used such plain language with her before! He rarely even cursed—she wasn’t sure what to make of it.
“I…I just…I don’t want to get shocked,” she protested lamely.
“That makes sense. I’ll ask the shop keeper if the gloves will shock you,” he promised. “But if there’s no danger of shocking, then I’m afraid I need to have you fitted for a three-point harness—it seems to be our best chance of getting into the palace.” He raised his eyebrows. “Do you mind having my hands on you there? Between your thighs?”
Phoebe bit her lip. She wouldn’t have minded at all if she wasn’t soaking wet and she wasn’t afraid she might come. But as it was…
“No…” she began uncertainly. “But I…”
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!
At first it seemed like she would be able to keep her promise to herself. As Sirex slid one big hand into the tiny green panties she was wearing and cupped her bare pussy, she could feel the buzzing of the nodes, but again there wasn’t enough direct contact to give her a problem. But then the shop keeper started talking.
“No, no—don’t just cup her—I need the measurements of her inner folds,” he told Sirex. “Part her outer lips and map the inside of her cleft!”
This time Sirex didn’t ask her anything—which made sense—they had to start acting less like partners and more like Master and Sex Slave, Phoebe reminded herself. But all the thoughts flew out of her head as he murmured in her ear,
“Spread your thighs wider for me, baby. Let me get inside.”
Heart pounding, Phoebe obeyed him. She bit back a moan as she felt him part her outer pussy lips and then two long fingers slipped into her inner folds.
“Be certain you map her pleasure pearl as well,” the shop keeper said bossily. “It’s very important for the three-part harness that I have exact measurements of that area.”
“I’m going to pet your Goddess pearl baby—going to slide my fingers around your little clit,” Sirex growled in her ear. “Be a good girl and spread a little wider so I can be sure to touch you all over.”
Moaning softly, Phoebe did as he asked. As the vibrating nodes at the tips of his fingers began circling her clit, she felt her pleasure starting to build again.
No! she told herself. No, I can’t let myself come! I can’t…can’t do it. I ? —
But as his fingertips slid around and around her aching clit, she knew this was a battle she was going to lose.
“Please, Sir!” she moaned softly, bucking her hips involuntarily and trying to squeeze her thighs together. “Please, if you don’t stop I’m going to…going to…”
But just as she was begging him to stop, the shop keeper—who was standing to one side, said,
“Keep going. I almost have all the information I need.”
“Sorry, baby—I can’t stop,” Sirex growled in her ear. “You’re just going to have to be a good girl and stay open for me.”
“But…but I’m afraid I might come,” Phoebe moaned. She was filled with a mixture of shame and desire—a burning need to let the orgasm building inside her burst outward was warring with the need to keep her dignity and not come in front of her mentor.
“It’s all right if you come.” His voice was unexpectedly soft. “It’s okay, baby—just spread your legs and let me pet your soft little pussy. I won’t think any less of you for coming on my fingers while I stroke you. Now open your thighs for me.”
Phoebe found she couldn’t disobey his command. With a moan of pure embarrassment mixed with desire, she parted her legs again, giving him free access to her throbbing clit.
“Good girl,” Sirex rumbled in her ear. And then he started stroking her again, circling around and around her tender, aching button, building the pleasure once more as the vibrating nodes and his long fingers teased her unmercifully.
Phoebe tried to hold back—she really did. But this time there was no stopping the orgasm which had been hovering over her like a storm cloud about to break. With a gasp, she felt her pussy start to spasm as the pleasure that had been threatening to overcome her suddenly broke free.
“Oh! Oh, Sir!” she cried, forgetting the shop keeper was nearby—forgetting they were in a public spaceport—forgetting everything but his long fingers inside her and his big body surrounding hers. “Oh, I’m coming—I can’t help it! I’m coming!”
“Come for me, baby—it’s all right, let it all go and come,” he growled softly. “Come nice and hard on my fingers while I pet your sweet pussy.”
Phoebe couldn’t have stopped coming even if she’d wanted to—which she halfway did because this was so embarrassing. But at the same time it was so arousing—finally being touched so intimately by her mentor. It was the exact thing she’d been dreaming about for ages!
“Good girl,” she heard Sirex rumbling in her ear. “Good girl, just let yourself come…” And all the while he was continuing to stroke around and around her aching clit.
Just as she was sure she was about to come again, Phoebe heard the shop keeper say,
“Very good. I have all the data I need now. You may stop mapping her inner cleft.”
Reluctantly, she thought, Sirex withdrew his hand.
“All right,” he said. “How long will it take to get the harness?”
“Oh, not long—not long at all. In fact, I have something in stock that might fit your woman now. Come with me to the front of the shop and I’ll show you.”
“In a moment,” Sirex told him. “I have to help Phoebe get dressed first.”
“Very well. Come around when you’re ready—I’ll get out the harness,” the shop keeper told them.
Then he went around to the front of the shop, leaving them alone again.