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Addison couldn’t resist the commanding tone of his voice—the submissive inside her felt a need to obey she could neither deny nor ignore.
“All right,” she whispered. Taking a deep breath, she wiggled into a kneeling position with her hands on one side of his legs and her knees planted on the mattress on the other side. Then, biting her lip, she spread her thighs for him. She even tilted her ass up, giving him free access to her inner thighs and subsequently to her pussy. Her panties had slid far down her ankles by this time so they didn’t get in the way, even though she sort of wished they would.
She waited for Courick to say something, but for a long time he was silent, just looking at her. Addison hung her head, feeling humiliated. She could feel how wet and hot her pussy was—some of her juices were sliding down her inner thighs and she could only imagine how swollen she must be by now. He would know how turned on she was—there was no way he couldn’t.
Finally, Courick spoke.
“Your soft little pussy is all puffy and wet with your honey, Addison. Is this why you didn’t want to open for me? Because you got aroused when I touched you?”
Tears of embarrassment squeezed from Addison’s eyes and she nodded.
“I…I’m sorry,” she whispered, hanging her head even lower. “It’s just…your hands on me felt reallygood. Nobody’s touched me like you did just now in a really,reallylong time.”
In fact, she couldn’t ever remember having a man be so gentle with her—or being with one who wanted nothing but to heal her and wasn’t just trying to get into her pants.
But it wasn’t just the way he touched her and healed her—it was the fact that it felt so good to submit to her stern boss—so good to do as he told her and give him control of her body knowing she could trust him not to hurt her.
Now he’ll be disgusted with me and say I’m being inappropriate,she thought miserably.After all, he’s my boss—not my Daddy or my Master. I shouldn’t get so turned on when he touches me. It’s not right.
“Hey, hey…” Suddenly one big warm hand cupped her chin and tilted her head so that she was looking up at him.
Courick was leaning down, a concerned look on his dark face.
“What is it, little one?” He rumbled. “Are you upset because I saw how hot and wet you are?”
Sniffing, Addison nodded.
“I…I’m really sorry,” she whispered. “I know I shouldn’t—I know you’re my boss and it’s not right. But the way you touched me felt sogood.And the way you made me submit to you…”
But she couldn’t go on…couldn’t explain that somehow he was pressing all her emotional buttons even though he didn’t know he was doing it.
“There’s no need to feel ashamed,” Courick murmured. He cupped her flushed cheek and swiped away her tears with his thumb. “It’s just your body’s natural reaction to being touched. You don’t have to fear I’ll be angry with you.”
“You…you won’t?” Addison sniffed again, looking up at him hopefully.
“No, of course not.” He carded his long fingers through her hair and a soft expression came over his stern features. “You’re so little and delicate—so precious. How could I be angry with you?”
“You get upset with me at the office sometimes,” Addison pointed out.
“Only when you make foolish mistakes. But I’m never reallyangrywith you—I just want to help you do better,” he murmured. “I want to train you because I won’t be at the Tampa HKR building forever.”
“You…you won’t?” Addison looked up at him fearfully. “Are you leaving?”
“Not right away, but this is a temporary assignment,” he told her. “I’m actually assigned to the Diplomatic Corps. You don’t have to worry about that right now, though,” he added. “Are you ready to let me finish healing your inner thighs?”
“I…I guess so,” Addison whispered. She looked up at him uncertainly. “But I think they might be…might be wet.”
“With your honey, yes.” He nodded. “That’s all right—it shouldn’t interfere with the ointment. But you have to hold still while I rub it in. Can you do that?”
“Yes.” Addison nodded, her long auburn hair sliding over her shoulder with the movement. “I can hold still.”
“Good girl,” he murmured. “All right—let me get a little more ointment…”
A moment later his big, warm hand was back, rubbing and squeezing first one inner thigh and then the other. And though Addison didn’t think he meant to do it, she could feel his long fingers brushing against her swollen outer pussy lips from time to time as he worked. Once or twice she even felt a fingertip slip over the tight bud of her clit, which was so swollen with need it was poking out from between her lips.
Each soft brush sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her, making her moan softly and wiggle her hips, though she tried not to. She was very aware of her braless breasts hanging down, her sensitive nipples rubbing against the silky fabric of the dress she was still wearing. And though she didn’t mean to do it, she could feel her back arching like a cat’s and her thighs spreading even wider, almost as though she was begging the big Kindred to touch her more intimately.
Courick seemed to take a long,longtime to rub the ointment into her inner thighs—Addison was nearly panting with need when he finally stopped. But he didn’t move his hand, which was firmly planted on one thigh.
