Chapter 16 #2
“My reliable information source says orgasms are excellent for getting mental clarity.”
I stared at him, knowing I grew hotter by the minute. To mask my reaction, I snorted.
“Yeah, right. Clarity as in ‘I really shouldn’t have fucked that guy’.”
And yet, you seem unable to get up. Clanker slut, I told myself. But I was already doomed, wasn’t I?
“There won’t be any fucking since I lack the necessary equipment,” he said, folding his hands under his head in a hot underwear model pose.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, not moving from my seat. It was warm, hard, and rocked gently. And gosh, oh, I felt it. I hadn’t really relaxed in days, and my body coiled with tension. Tension that needed out. Preferably through my clit.
“That’s it. Keep your eyes closed,” he said, his voice the softest, most beguiling purr. “You don’t have to do anything, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”
I gasped, opening my eyes. “You… You… Stop that right now.”
He blinked at me. “But why? You like it. Your hips are moving, which I have learned from my sources is a great sign.”
I stopped immediately. My body throbbed, urging me for friction, and I swallowed a groan of frustration. I wanted it so much, but it was still a horrible idea.
“But… You’re a virgin,” I said, nodding to myself. Yes, this was a good reason to stop. I wasn’t about to debauch my innocent Clanker.
“You already took my virginity, though. You touched my core. That’s a very private part, don’t you know? And you made me come. I simply want to return the favor. Would you get up for me?”
Well, then. I couldn’t think of any other arguments. Or think at all, really.
I stumbled up on shaky legs, and he stood behind me in an eyeblink, his steady arm around my lower ribs as he guided me toward the dresser. I leaned my hands on it, and he lowered his mouth to my ear.
“Exactly like this. Keep your eyes closed. It’s just you and your vibrator. You need to let off some steam, don’t you? Let your toy do that for you.”
“N-not my kink,” I gasped out.
It absolutely was my kink. Not the toy part, but the gentle caretaking vibe. Oh, I loved it. It was almost as if he read my mind.
“No? All right. Let me, Dean, do that for you. Better?”
I gave up and nodded, parting my legs. He was still for a moment, then his arm pulled back. I turned, thinking he was going to stop, but he took off his collar and placed it gently on the dresser.
“It’s all right. I have it fooled with a program I wrote. Turn back around.”
As soon as I did, he crowded me from behind, his palm pressing to my belly. I wore loose shorts and he undid their button with one flick of his fingers. Just from that, I shivered.
“You’re strung so tight,” he purred, low and hypnotizing. “My angry girl, always fighting something, that mind always working. Can you feel my hand?”
He lowered it into the front of my undone shorts, and my breath stuttered as I nodded.
“Good. Your only job right now is to feel my hand and listen to my voice. Can you handle it?”
“Are you for real?” I asked, but there was no hiding my arousal. My voice shook, strung as tight as the rest of my body.
“Totally. I took three courses on pleasuring women and downloaded a bunch of code meant for pleasure bots. I am very well prepared.”
I gasped out a laugh, cut short by a moan when his fingers cupped me through the wet—wet!—fabric of my panties. He still didn’t take off my shorts. It was dirty, filthy, like we were hiding, like we’d get caught.
“Slow and easy does the job, doesn’t it?” he asked, caressing me through the fabric. “One course had two long modules on fingering alone. I paid close attention because I’m a very good student.”
He pushed the fabric aside, entering me with one finger. My hand slipped off the dresser, and I would have lost my balance but for his arm wrapping lightning-fast across my collarbones.
“Don’t make a racket now, sweetheart,” he said in a honeyed whisper. “I told you to pay attention, not to fall over. What do you feel right now?”
“Y-your finger is inside me,” I said, keeping my eyes blissfully shut. “You’re… Oh, goody. You found my G-spot.”
“Mmm. It’s not really a G-spot now, is it?” He caressed the spongy area on the front wall of my pussy with just enough pressure to make all thoughts flee from my mind. “It’s a part of your clit. Speaking of which…”
He pressed the heel of his palm to my clit and ground slowly down with his finger still working inside me. I stifled a moan, shaking my head.
“Too much!”
“Because you’re going to come, and then come again. I know. Let me do it.”
“But this is… But I…”
Sensation pulsed between my legs, and I rocked my hips, trying to escape it and get more at the same time. Had even three minutes passed since he started? This was too fast. I bit off a low, strangled sound, fighting the looming orgasm. I felt like it would take me under.
“But you are doing so well,” he whispered, his finger inside me working harder, faster, in ways a human never could. I threw my head back against his chest, shaking.
“I feel how much wetter and more swollen it got,” he murmured with keen fascination.
“And you’ll lie later and tell me you hated it, but I’ll have my proof, all the data, the sounds you’re making, everything.
How you look shaking with your legs spread for me.
It’s all going right to the top of my memory folder.
I’ll rewatch it hundreds of times by tomorrow.
That’s it, you’re almost there. Rippling… Tighter… Hotter and hotter…”
I came with a strangled howl, shaking as my legs gave out from under me.
As soon as it ended, he had me in his arms. I landed on my back on the bed, my shorts and panties gone.
Clanker sat between my loose legs that he spread open with his warm hands on my inner thighs.
I took shallow breaths, watching him with absolute serenity. No fucks given.
He could do with me what he wanted. I never came so hard in my life.
“They say a second one will be challenging but worth it.”
I gasped when two fingers slid inside me, finding that spot again. His thumb rubbed my clit, and I shook my head, grabbing onto the bedding. I didn’t dare tell him to stop, though. It felt like he could get me there despite my overstimulation.
When his thumb vibrated, I bit my forearm to muffle my screams.