19. Phoebe

19

PHOEBE

P hoebe couldn't believe she was doing this. She was lying on the bed, naked except for the new harness, which enhanced rather than hid her naked body, with her mentor kneeling on the floor between her thighs trying to get the clit jewelry on her.

She was very aware of how close his face was to her pussy—she could feel his warm breath stirring her curls. Embarrassment kept overcoming her and making her try to close her legs until Sirex put both hands on her thighs and spread them forcefully open. Then he looked up to catch her eyes.

"Look at me, Phoebe—I need you to hold still and stay open for me. Do you understand?" he said sternly.

Phoebe nibbled her lower lip.

"Yes, Sir," she said in a small voice. "It's just…so embarrassing , that's all."

"Why should you feel embarrassed? You have a beautiful little pussy." To her surprise, he dipped his head and placed a soft kiss on her inner thigh. "Now relax and let me put your jewelry on, baby."

"Yes, Sir," she murmured again and tried to do as he said and relax. It wasn't easy—she felt self-conscious about him being in such a vulnerable, intimate place—but it was necessary. She had to wear the new harness and the plug to the upcoming banquet and yet she couldn't touch herself to put it in.

"Easy now," he rumbled, looking up at her. "I'm going to spread your pussy open so I can place the clit jewelry first. After we get that in place, I'll put in the plug. All right?"

"All right," she echoed. But she couldn't help twitching when she felt his long fingers parting her puffy outer lips. God, he was looking right at her now! Seeing everything. What if he didn't like what he saw?

"Beautiful." The single word, uttered in a low, hoarse voice dispelled much of her insecurity. At least she knew he liked what he was seeing—even if it was embarrassing to be all spread out for him like this.

"I'm going to place the jewelry now," Sirex told her. "But first I'm going to stroke your clit a little to help it stand out so the jewelry will fit. All right?"

Phoebe felt a flash of desire go through her.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered.

"Good girl. Just relax and let me touch you…"

And then Phoebe felt his fingertip tracing around and around her clit. His gentle touch made her sensitive button swell with need as she tried to bite back a moan of desire. How long was he going to keep this up? Was he going to make her come again, as he had when he mapped her pussy for the first harness?

But just as she was beginning to worry that she might actually orgasm again, Sirex stopped stroking her and placed the cold metal clit jewelry around her tender button.

Phoebe couldn't see what it looked like, but she felt the effects at once. The new jewelry stimulated her even more than the old harness had. Rather than pinching her, it felt like something smooth and warm was rubbing against both sides of her clit, giving her extra stimulation with every tiny move she made. Crap—she could already tell that this was going to be much more difficult to deal with than the old harness had been!

"Good girl—it's placed now," Sirex rumbled. "And it seems to be doing its job—you're already getting wetter."

"Oh, uh…" Reflexively, she tried to close her thighs, only to have them pushed open again.

"No, Phoebe—stay open for me." His voice had dropped to the low, Dom growl that turned her on so much.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered, parting her thighs again.

"Good girl. Now I'm going to put the plug inside you. It's rather thick so I'm going to go slow."

"All…all right," Phoebe bit her lip in trepidation.

A moment later, she felt the smooth, blunt end of the phallic pussy plug pressing against the mouth of her pussy. She tried not to tense up, but it was hard—God, the thing felt huge and he hadn't even put it inside her yet!

"Slowly now," Sirex murmured and began to push the thick phallus into her pussy.

Phoebe tried her best to relax and be open. She could feel her inner walls stretching to take the thick invader. Luckily she was extremely wet from the way the clit jewelry was stimulating her— and from the way Sirex had been touching her, she had to admit.

Slowly, inch by inch, he slid the thick plug into place. It was made of some thick, slightly spongy material that was soft on the outside but had a solid core—not unlike a real cock, Phoebe thought as she struggled to be open and take it.

Sirex seemed to sense her difficulty in taking the plug, because he murmured encouragement as he went.

"Look at you taking it so nice and deep," he growled softly as he pressed it deeper into her. "Look at your soft little pussy opening up to take what I'm giving you. Good girl, Phoebe—I'm proud of you for letting me put it so deep in your soft little slit."

His warm encouragement mixed with dirty talk made Phoebe feel like she was melting from the inside out. When the thick plug finally bottomed out inside her, pressing hard against the end of her channel, she couldn't help moaning and bucking her hips.

"Easy, baby," Sirex murmured. "I still have to put the cage on to keep it in place. Hold still for me, all right?"

"I…I'm trying ," she panted.

"Good girl. Here we go." There was the sound of metal pieces interlocking and then a rumble of satisfaction.

"All right, it's in now. Let me help you up and you can tell me how it feels," Sirex said.

He rose from between her legs and reached down to give her a hand up off the bed. As he pulled her to her feet, the thick plug shifted inside her, making Phoebe moan all over again.

Sirex was instantly concerned.

"Are you well, Phoebe? Are you in pain?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"No, it's just so…so big ."

"I know, and your little pussy is so tight." Pulling her close, he lifted her chin and looked down into her eyes. "I'm proud of you for taking it so deep. I know it wasn't easy," he rumbled. "You were a very good girl."

His words made Phoebe blush and tremble against him. She was very aware that her nipples, which were poking out of the tips of the breast harness, were rubbing against his broad chest and his warm, spicy scent was surrounding her. She loved being so close to her mentor, even if it was embarrassing to be mostly naked in front of him. She loved their intimacy almost as much as she loved submitting to him.

"I…I like being your good girl, Sir," she admitted in a low voice.

"Mmm, I like it when you're a good girl too," he rumbled softly. Gathering her even closer in his arms, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "You look beautiful, you know," he murmured in her ear. "I know that harness probably isn't the most comfortable thing to wear, but you look fucking amazing in it."

Phoebe felt a flush of pleasure rush through her.

"Thank you, Sir," she murmured, looking up at him.

"Walk around for me—make sure you can move in it," he directed, releasing her at last.

Feeling self-conscious but also incredibly sexy, Phoebe did as he asked. She even put a little sway in her step. But as she walked, the pussy plug began to move in and out of her in a regular rhythm and the clit jewelry stroked and caressed the sensitive sides of her clit. It didn't take her long to stop with a little cry.

Sirex frowned in concern.

"What's wrong? Is it pinching you?"

"No, it…it's fucking me," Phoebe admitted in a low voice. "It's thrusting in and out of me with every step. And the jewelry is, uh, stimulating me. I…I'm afraid I'm going to come if I have to wear it for long," she added in a low, embarrassed voice.

"I'm afraid that might be the point of the harness," Sirex said. "It's unfortunate but I don't think you can avoid wearing it." He nodded down at her breasts. "What about here—is it pinching your nipples any?"

"A little," Phoebe said. "Maybe if you could just readjust me some…"

"Sure, baby." Reaching into one of the golden cups of the harness, Sirex adjusted her breasts so that her nipples were pointing straight out again. "Better?" he asked, gently thumbing her tight peaks.

Phoebe tried unsuccessfully to bite back a moan as he stroked her aching tips.

"M-much better. But if you don't stop touching me like that, I can't be responsible for what happens," she told him in a low, breathy voice.

"I've never seen a woman with such sensitive nipples," Sirex murmured and she noticed that he hadn't stopped touching her—he was still slowly circling her peaks with his thumbs.

"I…I've always been really sensitive there," she admitted. "I can't help it."

"I don't want you to help it," Sirex rumbled. "I just want to let you know?—"

But whatever he was going to tell her was drowned out by a sudden knocking on the door.

"Excuse me! I'm here to lead you to the Great Hall for the banquet!"

The voice was familiar—it must be the same servant boy who had brought their clothing earlier, Phoebe thought, feeling frustrated. What had her mentor been about to tell her? That he wanted more from her than just a partner or a fellow agent? That he felt for her the way she felt for him?

Apparently she would never know because Sirex took her hand and led her to the door.

"Come on—I guess it's time for the banquet," he murmured.

"Yes, Sir," Phoebe sighed. But her nipples were throbbing from his touch and with every step she took the new gear she was wearing stimulated her almost unbearably.

God, how was she going to get through this banquet?