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“If we’re all done then can you unstrap me?” Sammi asked, hating how weak she sounded. “I…I feel so vulnerable all tied down like this.”

  “Forgive me.” Roark put down the wand and began unstrapping her thighs. “But it was necessary to hold you still.” He arched an eyebrow at her. “Do you feel better now? Has the desire dissipated?”

  “I think so.” Sammi got off the table and stood on wobbly legs. “I…oh!” Her legs gave way and she would have fallen if Roark hadn’t caught her.

  “All right now, you’re all right,” he murmured, swinging her up and cradling her in his arms.

  “I don’t know if I am,” Sammi whispered. “Why do I feel so weak? Is it because you made me come so hard?”

  “Possibly.” He sat her gently back on the table with her legs hanging over the side. Kneeling in front of her, he picked up her panties and began putting them back on her. “A strong orgasm can make you feel weak sometimes.”

  “God, I can’t believe we’re having this conversation!” Sammi put one trembling hand to her head. “And I can’t believe what we just did. I mean, you’re my boss! And why do you have all this equipment and this, uh, exam table back here, anyway?”

  Roark frowned as he helped her pull her panties up and then started putting on her skirt.

  “It’s all part of building and testing my prototype. I’ll tell you everything once we’re settled—though I had hoped to put off revealing my research until later on in your employment.”

  “If you were waiting until we got to know each other better, I think that ship has sailed,” Sammi said dryly.

  One corner of his stern but sensuous mouth quirked up briefly.

  “You could be right about that. Very well, come with me and I’ll tell you all about it.”

  Twelve

  Gods! Roark squeezed his hands into fists at his sides as he watched his new assistant’s full ass sway while she walked from the fitting room of his lab back to the work room.

  Making her come…stroking her pussy while she moaned and begged and writhed, had been the most intensely erotic experience of his life. He hadn’t allowed himself to be intimate with any female since Amanda and that had been so long ago it almost didn’t hurt anymore.

  Almost.

  He pushed the thought of his past lover out of his mind. Samantha was nothing like her and this situation was completely different. She was his assistant, that was all. And now that they had “gotten to know each other better” as she put it, he could get her more deeply involved in the testing part of his research.

  Which was exactly why he couldn’t let himself become aroused by her reactions, he reminded himself. No matter how enticing she was when she moaned his name and came for him, he needed to remain an impartial observer and not allow himself to become emotionally involved.

  Because once they started the fitting and testing of the parts of his prototype, there was going to be a lot more moaning and begging and coming—if there wasn’t, then something was seriously wrong with his designs.

  The research had to come first and any feelings he was tempted to have for the luscious little female must be suppressed.

  Roark only hoped he was strong enough to suppress them.

  Thirteen

  “As you know, my research into infertility centers on a very specific demographic—that of unmated human females who wish to become pregnant with a Kindred baby.”

  “Yes, that is extremely specific.” Sammi nodded and crossed her thighs, smoothing her skirt down over her knees modestly. She couldn’t believe they were sitting here in his workroom, speaking as though nothing had happened between them.

  Though maybe to Roark, nothing had happened. He was speaking in a dry, lecturing tone and though she was pretty sure he had been aroused while he was making her come, he hadn’t acted on it. Though he had offered to lick her pussy…

  Just the thought made her cheeks get hot.

  Pay attention, Sammi! she lectured herself. And try to forget the past hour—the only way you’re going to be able to have any kind of working relationship with Roark is if you both just pretend it never happened.

  Which was true enough, so she forced herself to focus on his words.

  “Why only unmated human females who want a Kindred baby?” she asked. “I would have thought you’d be more interested in infertile couples.”

  Roark waved a hand dismissively.

  “There are already plenty of infertility treatments for Kindred/human couples. When I first started getting interested in infertility, I had a patient come to me whose mate had just died.”

  “How sad,” Sammi said softly.

  He nodded.

  “Yes, it was tragic. But he, like all Kindred males, had frozen a sample of his seed in our genetic bank, here aboard the Mother Ship. The patient wanted me to implant some of that seed in her womb and help her to have the child they had wanted so much when he was alive. So I did the procedure…but it failed. I also tried combining one of her eggs with his seed—but that also failed.”

  “It did—what happened? I mean, what went wrong?” Sammi asked, frowning.

  “I asked myself that very question,” Roark said thoughtfully. “It seemed that no matter what I tried, the patient was unable to conceive, even though she was a perfectly healthy female in the prime of her life. At last, I hit on the solution—at least, I hope it will be the solution,” he added.

  “What is it?” Sammi was really interested now. She leaned forward, literally on the edge of her seat.

  “I realized that the component that was lacking during the attempts at artificial insemination and invitro fertilization was desire—pleasure,” Roark emphasized.

  He had been leaning back against the light table with his arms crossed as he spoke but now he stood up and began pacing as he lectured.

  “You see, when a human female becomes pregnant with a Kindred’s seed, they are almost always in the process of bonding sex.”

  “Bonding sex being the step beyond regular sex that can only happen with a Kindred, right?” Sammi asked. She hadn’t been aboard the Mother Ship long but the Kindred sexual cycle was fascinating to her.

  “Exactly.” He nodded. “And a female can almost never get pregnant by a male unless they are having bonding sex. Even after they are initially bonded, he will bond her to him over and over again and that’s when she’s most likely to become pregnant.”

  “But an unmated female—a single woman alone—can’t have bonding sex when she’s getting artificially inseminated,” Sammi pointed out.

  “Which is the exact problem!” Roark turned to her, his eyes blazing. “Once I realized that, I began working on a solution. A way to simulate bonding sex and the intense pleasure and vulnerability that accompanies it during the insemination process.”

  “Is that what all this, uh, stuff is for?” Sammi nodded at the lighted work table with its many small machines and harnesses.

  “That’s exactly what it’s for.” Roark nodded eagerly. “I have developed a process that should hopefully ensure that a female is ready to receive a Kindred’s seed and a way to simulate bonding sex in order to be certain her body doesn’t reject it.”

  “But…how?” Sammi asked blankly. “I mean, isn’t bonding sex different with different kinds of Kindred?”

  “It is.” He nodded. “And I’m working on variations for each type. For instance I have this to simulate Blood Kindred bonding sex.”

  He picked up what looked like a small leather patch with two sharp needles sticking out of it and a small, clear bladder below filled with blue liquid.

  “The female wears this device attached either to her neck or her inner thigh during insemination,” he explained. “It’s filled with a chemical compound that simulates Blood Kindred essence. It mimics the bite the Kindred male would give her to bond her to him as he shoots his seed into her channel.”

  “Wow,” Sammi murmured. She stood up and came to look more closely at the paraphernalia on the light table. “U
h…what’s this one?” she asked, pointing at an extremely large purple dildo which had what looked like a deflated balloon at its base.

  “This is to simulate bonding sex with a Beast Kindred,” Roark explained. “It releases a compounding which mimics Beast Kindred pre-come, which allows a female to stretch to receive a Beast Kindred’s shaft. Then at the moment of bonding…look…” He picked up a small remote, pointed it at the huge dildo and pressed a button.

  Immediately, the deflated balloon-looking part around the base of the dildo began to fill with air. It grew to alarming proportions, making Sammi’s eyes widen as she watched it get bigger and bigger. Holy crap, was this what Meg went through every time she and her Beast Kindred hubby had sex? How in the world could her best friend walk straight the next morning?

  “That’s…impressive,” she managed to get out, in a slightly strangled voice. “But, uh, I don’t know many women who could accommodate such a large, um, object—let alone the balloon thing at the base.”

  “The mating fist,” Roark corrected her. “And no, of course a female can’t accept such a large phallus into her channel unless she’s sufficiently aroused first. Which is where my preparation process comes in.”

  “What do you mean by that?” Sammi frowned up at him and had a sudden idea. “Does it have anything to do with that ointment you gave me?”

  “As a matter of fact, it does.” He nodded. “You see, in order to simulate bonding sex, the female’s arousal must be intense. There is no impregnation without pleasure.”

  “Not among the Kindred, maybe,” Sammi muttered. “Though I’ve known plenty of girls down on Earth who got pregnant without a bit of pleasure.”

  “Yes, that is a very strange aspect of human sexuality,” Roark remarked. “It amazes me that you’re able to conceive so easily and with no pleasure on the female’s part whatsoever.” He shook his head. “It must be the reason I’ve heard human males described as inadequate lovers so often.”

  “Well, none of the human guys I’ve been with has ever been that great,” Sammi said frankly, and then blushed. “Not that I’ve, uh, dated that many people,” she added quickly, wondering why she had brought it up in the first place.

  Roark looked at her intently.

  “So you also have felt that your sexual experiences with human males have been lacking?”

  “Well, yes…” Sammi cleared her throat. “Though I don’t see how my, uh, experiences are of any interest here.”

  “My dear Samantha, they are of intense interest,” Roark said eagerly. “If previous sexual experiences have left you unaroused and unfulfilled, that makes you the perfect test subject for my arousal process and eventually for the prototype of my insemination machine.”

  “What?” Sammi looked at him blankly. “You want me to test out all this… this stuff?” She eyed the huge purple dildo, with the inflatable mating fist in dismay. “But that’s crazy! I’m a scientist—not a cam girl!”

  “Don’t you see—this research will benefit countless people,” Roark said. “Single females who feel no need of a mate but wish to have a baby to love and cherish. Females who bond with other females and wish to raise a child together. Widows who have lost their mates and want desperately to have a baby to remember them by.”

  “Well…that is a worthy cause,” Sammi conceded. “But…I just don’t know if I can see myself, uh, trying all this stuff out.”

  He turned the full force of those pale eyes on her.

  “What if I told you this is part of your job requirements, Samantha?”

  “What? Are you saying there’s a clause in the contract I signed that says I have to let you put something like that inside me?” she demanded, still looking at the Beast Kindred dildo.

  Roark raised an eyebrow.

  “There is a part which specifies that you will do whatever is necessary to advance our research.”

  “Well, yes, but…I mean, there are limits, right?” Sammi protested.

  To her surprise, Roark nodded.

  “There are limits,” he agreed. “I will not actually be injecting you with fertile seed. You will not actually get pregnant, Samantha—you will only simulate the impregnation process.”

  “I…but I…” She wasn’t sure what to say…what to do.

  Oh, she knew what she ought to do—she ought to slap his face and walk out.

  But if she was going to do that, she would have done it back when he ordered her to bend over the desk and raise her skirt for a spanking. She hadn’t walked out when he’d spanked her and somehow Sammi didn’t think she was going to walk out now.

  Don’t be crazy, Sammi! whispered a little voice in her head. Don’t tell me you’re actually going to go along with this! That you’re actually going to let him run experiments—sexual experiments—on you!

  But it seemed that was exactly what she was going to do. She was going to submit to Roark sexually and let him do what he wanted with her.

  Feeling weak in the knees as a sudden rush of desire filled her, Sammi looked up at her boss.

  “All right—what do I have to do?”

  Fourteen

  “This is, as I said, a process,” Roark explained as he showed her more of the equipment on the light table. “You will be fucked—deeply fucked—by a variety of phalluses in order to simulate bonding sex with the different kinds of Kindred. But we cannot start with that step. Desire must be built slowly over a period of days.”

  “How?” Sammi couldn’t believe they were talking about this—that she had agreed to her boss’s unreasonable demands. But she had and now testing his prototypes and spreading her thighs for a number of huge dildos was apparently part of her job description.

  She was certainly going to have to be creative when she put this on her résumé!

  But no matter how unbelievable it was, here she was, actually doing it. And hearing Roark discuss in that cool, deep voice of his exactly what he would be doing to her was making her feel weak in the knees.

  “It is my belief that no part of a female’s anatomy should be ignored during pleasuring,” Roark remarked. “Every part of her body must be attended to in order to achieve maximum arousal and fulfill the ultimate goal of impregnation.”

  “Meaning what?” Sammi asked, feeling bewildered.

  “Meaning that, to start with, I’ll need you to wear this under your shirt for the next several days.”

  Roark picked up a soft leather harness which looked a little like a bra made of black leather straps. It was adjustable, Sammi saw, and each cup had a hole in the center.

  “Is that some kind of bra?” she asked, frowning.

  “It’s a breast stimulator,” Roark told her briskly. “Please take off your blouse and underthings so I can make certain it fits correctly.”

  It occurred to Sammi that she ought to protest getting naked from the waist up for her boss. But since she’d already been naked from the waist down less than an hour ago, it seemed like a moot point.

  She unbuttoned her white silk work blouse without complaint but she couldn’t help blushing when she took off her bra. She was really too big up top to be without support and she’d never felt comfortable going braless. Feeling self-conscious, she crossed her arms over her bare breasts.

  “Don’t cover yourself, Samantha,” Roark commanded. “I have to be able to see you in order to fit you with the harness.”

  Blushing, Sammi allowed him to help her into the leather harness which fit very much like a bra, though it was much more comfortable. This became evident as Roark cupped each breast in turn and made certain her nipples were poking out of the holes in the center of the cups.

  “What kind of material is this?” she asked, trying to take her mind off the way her boss was handling her body so intimately.

  “Kroathian leather,” he said distractedly, as he made certain each breast was correctly situated in its cup. “It’s simultaneously one of the softest and the strongest materials in the universe. It has almost no surface resistan
ce—which means it won’t ever cause any kind of chafing or irritation. It also has float dots embedded in it, which will keep both your breasts in the correct position for stimulation.”

  “Float dots?”

  “They help nullify the pull of gravity on your breasts,” Roark explained. “See for yourself.”

  Looking down at herself, Sammi noticed that her heavy breasts were looking positively perky. Instead of being pulled down by gravity, they were riding high so that both her nipples pointed straight ahead like headlights on a car.

  “Oh!” she exclaimed. “These are great! And this harness is much more comfortable than a bra.”

  “That’s because it isn’t a bra,” Roark told her, frowning. “It’s a stimulation device, as I said. Here—watch.”

  He pressed a tiny button on the top of the right shoulder strap and suddenly the straps of soft black leather began to vibrate very lightly. They got warmer, too, Sammi noticed. After a moment, it felt like a pair of large, capable hands was slowly caressing and massaging her full globes, which was actually kind of nice.

  “This feels pretty good,” she told Roark. “Um, is that all it does, though?”

  “By no means.” He shook his head. “There are several functions, but this is the lowest setting without the nipple caps.”

  “Nipple caps?” Sammi raised her eyebrows.

  “Of course. They help with stimulation. Though first, of course, we’ll need to rub some ointment into your nipples—for extra sensitivity,”

  “The same ointment I used last night?” Sammi demanded. “But that stuff was driving me crazy!”

  “Which is the idea, as I’m sure you’ve guessed,” Roark said dryly. “Remember, there is no impregnation without pleasure. But I think you’ll find the effect of the bonding fruit ointment is much more subtle when applied to the breasts.”

  “But—” Sammi started to object, but he had already pulled a pot of the pink ointment out of the pocket of his lab coat and was unscrewing the top. “But how will I get it off again?” she protested.