Page 10 of Kidnapped By the Beast (Beasts of the Kindred #11)

“Very good, my friend! Come, let me tell you about the latest advancements in my research.” The Terian doctor hooked his long, purple arm through Dr. Brandt’s and the two of them strolled on ahead, leaving Lexi and T’linga to walk behind them into one of the large, mushroom-shaped buildings.

Inside it was cooler and all the surfaces were curved.

The walls were a pale pink which shaded to a darker color on the ceiling and the floors were carpeted in some kind of blue moss.

Lexi was reminded again of her thought that the structures here seemed almost as though they had been grown instead of built.

T’linga took Lexi by the arm, the same way Dr. T’Oo-loo had taken Brandt by his arm, and they began to stroll down the long, curving, moss-carpeted hallway.

“Look at those two—as giddy as boys to finally be together!” T’linga smiled fondly at the Terian doctor’s broad back.

“Dr. T’Oo-loo has been asking Dr. Brandt to come and visit us for years, but he always swore he wouldn’t come until he found the special female who could help him with his research by hosting the Bacillus Aurum. I’m so happy he found you!”

Lexi wasn’t sure how she felt about being referred to as a “special female,” but before she could say anything snarky about it, T’linga was tugging her gently down a side corridor that branched off from the main walk.

“Let me give you the tour,” she said brightly. “This is the Nectar Collection Suite we use for training new Givers. It’s very private—and very well stocked with all the stimulation aids you might need.”

Lexi blinked.

“Stimulation aids?” she echoed.

T’linga gave a sweet laugh.

“Oh yes—well, as Dr. T’Oo-loo said, the Bacillus thrives best when the host is either in pain or experiencing intense pleasure. So we’ve developed quite a few tools to help with that. Come see!”

Before Lexi could object—or decide if she wanted to hear more—T’linga waved her hand at a shimmering silver door, which slid open silently, and led her inside.

But once they were in, Lexi stopped short, her eyes going wide—the room beyond looked like something out of a sci-fi BDSM dungeon!

There was a padded table in the center—no, more like a bench—with adjustable straps and a headrest. Various soft-looking restraints dangled from the ceiling, and a sleek chrome cart along one wall held a collection of strange instruments—some shaped like pinwheels, some with clips, some with curved paddles that looked suspiciously like spanking implements.

Lexi stared.

“Oh my God,” she muttered under her breath. “Is this the Terian version of the Red Room?”

T’linga didn’t seem offended by her tone.

“Oh, it’s not all for punishment,” she said cheerfully. “In fact, most of these are meant for pleasure! Though we do find that alternating pain and pleasure yields the best nectar output.”

Lexi swallowed hard as her eyes landed on a pair of golden clamps with little glowing beads hanging from them.

“And those?” she asked, her voice a little too high.

“Nipple clamps!” T’linga said proudly. “Very effective. The tugging sensation increases circulation to the mammary glands and therefore encourages the nectar to flow. We also use mild electric pulses in some cases, but only if the Giver consents.”

Lexi’s traitorous nipples tightened under the thin silk of her blouse.

No. Nope. Absolutely not. You do not like this, she told herself sternly.

Her body, however, wasn’t getting the memo.

Her breasts felt full and achy, and between her thighs there was a slow, spreading heat that had no business being there.

Was she already starting to produce nectar again?

Was just breathing in the Terian air causing her breasts to make it?

And if so, was it also having some kind of sexual effect on her?

She had no idea and was too embarrassed to ask. Meanwhile, T’linga was still talking.

“Now, for pleasure-based stimulation, we have this.” She picked up a small pearlescent wand with a softly buzzing head.

“This is a clitoral stimulator—very gentle but effective. We also use an arousal-enhancing gel made from the pods of the Pleasure Fruit. It causes a pleasant swelling sensation that increases both sensitivity and nectar production.”

Lexi felt her mouth go dry.

“Wait—like…it makes you puffy down there?” she asked hoarsely.

T’linga giggled and nodded.

“Oh yes, quite plump! Some of our Givers say it makes them feel like their clit is tingling.”

Lexi pressed her thighs together tightly and tried not to imagine Brandt spreading her open, applying that cream with those big, capable fingers. Tried not to imagine him watching as she flushed and swelled, writhing against the table with her wrists strapped down and her legs spread wide—

Nope.

No.

Absolutely not.

She pressed her thighs together even tighter and gave herself a mental slap.

This is research—for science. He is not touching you like that. And even if he did, you wouldn’t enjoy it.

Except her nipples were so stiff they actually ached, and she was getting damp between her thighs just thinking about it. God, she had to get her mind out of the gutter!

T’linga either didn’t notice her discomfort or pretended not to.

“Would you like to try any of our implements?” she asked brightly.

Lexi nearly choked.

“What? No! Um, I mean, no thank you,” she said quickly, not wanting to give offense. “I mean, I don’t want any of this used on me. I, uh, prefer to produce nectar on my own.”

The other woman looked surprised.

“Oh…well, of course, we always get full consent before anything is used. Don’t worry—you’ll only be subjected to what you’re comfortable with.”

Lexi gave a short, nearly hysterical laugh.

“I’m not comfortable with any of it,” she said. “Except maybe the gel. Possibly. But only if I was very drunk…or maybe unconscious.”

T’linga tilted her head curiously.

“Well, sometimes we do add the Pleasure Fruit to our wine for dinner…” she said. “But don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. Dr. Brandt seems very gentle and patient—and very large. That always helps.”

Lexi nearly swallowed her tongue.

“Helps with what, exactly?”

“Oh, just…making you feel safe when you’re tied down,” T’linga said sweetly. “I mean, I assume you’ll be restrained during your sessions—it’s standard protocol here for first-time Givers.”

Lexi could feel her pulse pounding in her ears.

Thirty-six thousand dollars, she reminded herself desperately. Thirty-six thousand.

That was how much Brandt had promised her. That was what it would take to save Uncle Herbert from getting kneecapped by that awful man named Butcher.

Thirty-six thousand dollars. To get tied up and milked and gelled and maybe spanked or…

Oh my God, what is wrong with me?

She exhaled shakily and gave T’linga a weak smile.

“Thanks. This little tour has been…very educational.”

“You’re welcome!” the other woman beamed. “And don’t worry—you’ll make a wonderful Prime Milker. I can tell!”

Lexi just nodded and followed her numbly back to the main corridor, wondering for the hundredth time if she was going to survive this mission… and if thirty-six thousand dollars was really enough to go through with it.

Because the way things were going, she was starting to worry she would soon end up letting Dr. Brandt put those golden clamps on her nipples and call her his "good girl."

And that was freaking terrifying.