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  “Sarah…” He lifted her chin and looked at her steadily. “You’re beautiful—your breasts are beautiful,” he murmured. “I know I shouldn’t say this because it’s not in any way professional but I didn’t mind helping you with the jewelry. In fact…” He cleared his throat. “I very much enjoyed it.”

  Sarah could feel her cheeks getting hot but she felt a pleased kind of embarrassment. He thought she was beautiful—plain, dowdy little Sarah—beautiful. Her heart skittered in her chest.

  “So…you don’t mind helping me again?” she whispered.

  His pale eyes were suddenly maroon red.

  “Drop the towel,” he said quietly.

  Taking a deep breath, Sarah did as he said. She let the long blanket-towel fall around her feet, leaving herself naked—or mostly naked—before him. She still had on the nipple jewelry and breast chain and the irritatingly pleasurable honey pearls were still rubbing between her legs, but other than that she was bare.

  For the first time, she didn’t feel ashamed of her body—or not as ashamed as she’d been taught to feel at the Compound, anyway. Yes, she was curvy and full figured but Sazar didn’t seem to mind—at least if the way he was looking at her was any indication. And it didn’t seem shameful to be naked in front of him—although it was still a little embarrassing.

  “So beautiful,” Sazar murmured, his pale eyes roving over her exposed body. “I’m going to suck your breasts now, Sarah—going to suck your nipples. Let me know when you feel like the gold bands are loose enough to slip off.”

  “All right,” she whispered, not knowing what else to say. His seated position put his mouth on the level of her breasts and the float dots were still working, keeping her full mounds high and her nipples pointed right at him.

  Sazar drew her closer and cupped her right breast in his big, warm hand before sucking her nipple gently but fully into his hot mouth.

  “Oh,” Sarah couldn’t help the soft moan that was drawn from her lips as she felt the hot, gentle suction and the way his warm, wet tongue was sliding over her tender peak. The sensation sent sparks of pleasure from her aching nipple down to the spot between her thighs and the honey pearls, which she’d almost begun to ignore, suddenly seemed to vibrate faster.

  She began to get that feeling again—the feeling of climbing a mountain and trying to reach the summit. But before it could get really intense, she felt the golden ring come off her nipple and Sazar pulled back, holding it in his hand.

  “There,” he said thickly. “One down…one to go.”

  “Oh. Um, thank you,” Sarah tried to sound grateful—and she was—but she was also disappointed by how quickly the band had come off. She’d been hoping to feel the big Kindred’s mouth on her breasts for more than just a few moments.

  Sazar must have been thinking the same thing because he drew out the process of removing the golden band on her left breast for much longer.

  He leaned forward and Sarah assumed he would suck her again. Instead, he put out his tongue and twirled it slowly around her aching left nipple, making her moan and grasp his shoulders as he gently bathed her aching bud.

  “Sazar,” she whispered, pressing her breast forward. “God, that feels so good.”

  “Do you like it, Ladara?” he murmured, pulling back for a moment. “Does it give you pleasure when I lick and suck your peaks?”

  “Yes,” Sarah whispered, ashamed to admit it but unable to lie. “I know…know you’re only doing it from necessity but, well…I really like it.”

  “I like it too.” His voice was a low growl and his eyes were the darkest red she’d ever seen them as he sucked her left nipple deep into his mouth. She felt the sharp prick of his fangs, bracketing her tender nub and wondered hazily again about his need for blood. Then the deep suction of his hot mouth on her flesh, drove all rational thought from her mind.

  At last, much to her disappointment, the second ring came off and Sazar sat back, panting a little. His eyes were dark and his fangs were long and there was a definite bulge under the towel which was still wrapped around his waist.

  Sarah felt a shiver go through her. God, he looked hot! And he smelled so good—that dark, spicy, masculine musk was rising from him, invading all her senses, making her want more—making her want him. Sarah shivered, her bare and newly freed nipples feeling incredibly sensitive to the cool breeze in the room. She didn’t want this to end and she had the distinct feeling Sazar didn’t want it to either. But he was her boss and she was his assistant—neither of them could think of a reason to keep it going.

  “Sazar?” she murmured, making his name a question.

  “Yes, Ladara?” His voice was a soft growl and she felt certain the strange word her translation bacteria seemed unable to translate was an endearment of some kind.

  Sarah opened her mouth, uncertain what would come out.

  “I…I wonder if you can help me with something else,” she heard herself say.

  “Anything.” He stroked her cheek with the backs of his knuckles, sending another shiver through her. “Just ask it.”

  “I…I wonder if you could help me, uh, get these freaking panties off.”

  Sarah shifted from foot to foot. The vibrations of the honey pearls had definitely gotten stronger while he was sucking her nipples and now she felt like they were about to drive her crazy.

  “I mean, I tried to get out of them myself earlier,” she hurried to explain. “Or at least find the off switch. But I couldn’t do it and they’re driving me insane.”

  He raised an eyebrow at her. “The off switch?”

  “They’re buzzing—vibrating,” Sarah explained, feeling her cheeks get hot. “Lemesh turned them on somehow when she helped me get into them but now they’re too tight to get out of and I can’t seem to turn them off. It’s really…uncomfortable.”

  “I can imagine,” he said dryly. “Here, let me have a look.”

  He turned her from side to side, examining the thin but incredibly strong straps that held them in place. Grasping one he tested it, trying to break it just as Sarah had. After a moment he gave up, frowning.

  “I think there must be some kind of metal wire woven into this fabric. It’s unbreakable.”

  “Oh no!” Sarah was beginning to feel desperate. “Isn’t there any way to get them off?”

  “Well…” Sazar cleared his throat and looked up at her. “I haven’t looked at the string which holds the pearls in place yet.”

  “Oh…um…” She could feel her entire body getting hot. The string he was talking about started right at the top of her pussy slit and then disappeared into her inner folds where the humming pearls were torturing her clit. “I…do you think it might be weaker than the straps?” she asked at last.

  “Possibly.” Sazar’s deep voice was neutral but his eyes were red and half-lidded. “Would you like me to take a look?”

  “I…I guess so,” Sarah whispered.

  “All right. Here, switch places with me.” He put her in the chair and knelt in front of her, his hands on her knees. “All right now—let me see.”

  Sarah wiggled in the chair uncomfortably. God, this was embarrassing. What had she been thinking? But it seemed too late to stop now. Squeezing her hands into fists at her sides, she forced herself to spread her thighs.

  “Hmm….” He was frowning again.

  “What?” Sarah asked, feeling breathless with embarrassment and some other emotion she couldn’t name. “What do you see?”

  “Well…not as much as I need to.” He looked up at her. “The string is…somewhat obscured.” He looked up at her. “Sarah, I need permission to spread you—to open your pussy lips so that I can get a better look.”

  Sarah felt like she might die of mortification but she couldn’t deny that his big, warm hands on her inner thighs felt good—felt amazing if she was being honest with herself.

  “All…all right,” she whispered, nodding. “Do what you have to do.”

  “Thank you for trusting me,” Saza