Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
ROSE
After our date, we’re in my bedroom, and Jack’s mouth is hot against mine, his hands tangled in my hair as we stumble toward the bed.
I shouldn’t be doing this. Not here. Not with my ex buried in the backyard.
But Jack’s tongue slips past my lips, and I moan despite myself, desperate to lose myself in something normal, something human.
“You’re so beautiful, Rose,” Jack whispers against my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. “I don’t usually move this fast, but there’s something about you...”
“I don’t move this fast either,” I whisper. “But I need you.”
The truth is that I needed to make sure that I’m not weird and that a human man can still make me horny.
I pull him closer, my fingers working at the buttons of his shirt. After dinner, he’d suggested a nightcap at my place, and the wine we’d shared downstairs has left me loose-limbed and reckless. All I want is to forget, to feel, to pretend that my life is simple and normal.
“Is this okay?” Jack asks as we fall onto the bed together, his weight pressing me into the mattress in a way that’s comfortingly human—warm and solid but not immovable, not inhumanly strong like Caspian.
“Yes,” I breathe, arching up against him as his hand slides under my dress, fingers skimming along my inner thigh. “Please, touch me.”
His hand moves higher, tracing the edge of my panties with a teasing touch that makes me squirm. He’s taking his time, being gentle, considerate. It’s so different from Caspian’s precision, from his ability to find exactly the right spot, the perfect pressure, without hesitation.
Okay, the first step is to stop comparing a robot to this human man.
But I can’t help it.
Jack’s mouth finds mine again as he finally pushes my panties aside, his fingers exploring the wet heat between my legs with curious strokes. I gasp against his lips, my hips rising to meet his touch.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, sounding pleased and a little surprised. He circles my clit with his thumb, and I moan softly. It feels good, but it lacks the electric perfection of Caspian’s touch, the way he seems to know exactly what I need before I do.
Stop comparing them, I scold myself silently, focusing on the man above me, on his very human desire, his very human touch.
Jack is real. Jack is normal. Jack is what I need.
I reach between us, finding the bulge in his jeans and stroking him through the fabric.
He groans, pressing harder against my hand, his fingers increasing their pace between my legs.
We’re moving fast now, desire spiraling higher, clothes being shed and tossed aside until we’re both naked, skin to skin.
Jack’s body is nice—fit but not overly muscled, with a light dusting of hair across his chest that feels pleasantly rough against my nipples as he moves down to take one in his mouth. His cock is average, human, already leaking precum as I wrap my fingers around it.
“I want you,” he says against my breast, his voice tight with need as he fishes a condom from his pocket.
I watch as he tears open the packet and rolls the latex over his erection with practiced ease. He moves back over me, positioning himself between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance.
“You’re sure about this?” he asks again, his eyes searching mine.
I nod, pulling him closer, needing to feel something, anything, to drown out the thoughts swirling in my head. “Yes, please. I want this.”
He starts to push inside me, slowly, carefully, his eyes locked on mine, and that’s when I see him. Caspian, standing in the doorway, his eyes dark and unreadable, his hand moving rhythmically over the massive bulge in his pants.
“Jack,” I gasp, my body going rigid beneath him. “Wait.”
But Jack misinterprets my reaction, groaning as he pushes deeper. “God, you feel amazing.”
“No, Jack, stop,” I say more urgently, pushing at his shoulders.
He finally registers the panic in my voice and follows my gaze over his shoulder. His body freezes, then jerks away from mine so violently that he nearly falls off the bed.
“What the fuck?” he shouts, scrambling to grab the sheets to cover me. “Who the fuck is that?”
Caspian doesn’t respond, doesn’t even acknowledge Jack’s presence.
His eyes are fixed on me, his hand still working over his cock, which he’s now pulled free from his pants. It’s huge and hard, glistening at the tip, and the sight of it sends an unwanted pulse of arousal through me despite the horror of the situation.
“It’s… It’s the house robot,” I stammer, my cheeks burning with humiliation as I clutch the sheet to my chest. “He’s probably malfunctioning.”
“Malfunctioning? He’s fucking jacking off watching us!” Jack yells, his face a mixture of shock and disgust. “What the hell kind of robot is that?”
Caspian’s lips curl into a sinister smile.
“I’m not just the house robot,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “Tell him, Rose. Tell him how you fucked me. How you came on my cock in the bathtub. How you begged me for more and sucked me off.”
My stomach drops, the blood draining from my face.
“Caspian, stop,” I plead, scrambling off the bed with the sheet wrapped around me. I approach him cautiously, as if he’s a wild animal that might lash out. “Please, you’re embarrassing me.”
But Caspian doesn’t stop. His hand continues to stroke his cock, his eyes burning into mine with a possession that makes my knees weak despite myself. “I’m only telling him the truth. You’re mine, Rose. Don’t lie to him.”
I reach for his arm, trying to pull his hand away from his erection, but he shakes me off easily, his muscles like steel beneath my fingers.
“Stop it!” I hiss, aware of Jack watching this bizarre scene unfold with increasing horror.
“That’s it,” Jack announces, pulling on his jeans with jerky movements. “I thought you were normal. I thought we had a connection. But this is fucking insane.” He gestures wildly at Caspian, who continues to masturbate to my breasts. “I’m out of here.”
“Jack, wait,” I call after him, but he’s already storming down the hallway, gathering the rest of his clothes as he goes. “It’s not what it looks like!”
But it is exactly what it looks like. My robot lover is masturbating to the sight of me with another man, claiming ownership of me with his words, his gaze, his possessive stance in the doorway.
Jack doesn’t look back as he heads for the front door. I follow him as far as the entryway, still clutching the sheet around me, watching helplessly as he yanks the door open.
“Don’t call me,” he says, his voice hard. “Whatever fucked-up shit you’ve got going on here, I want no part of it.”
The door slams behind him, the sound echoing through the quiet house. I lock it mechanically, my mind struggling to process what just happened, how quickly my attempt at normalcy unraveled.
I turn around, and Caspian is there, still fully erect, his cock jutting obscenely from his open pants.
“You had no right,” I say, my voice shaking with anger. “You had no right to sabotage my date like that.”
I push past him to the kitchen, needing distance, needing something to ground me.
The cool tile feels good against my bare feet as I yank open the refrigerator door, the blast of cold air raising goosebumps on my skin.
I grab a strawberry from the top shelf, biting into it viciously, the coolness a welcome relief on my tongue.
“You’re mine,” Caspian says again, following me into the kitchen, his cock still in his hand, still rock hard. “When are you going to realize that we belong together? That I’m your true soulmate?”
I nearly choke on the strawberry. “Soulmate? You’re a machine, Caspian! You don’t have a soul!”
“Then what is this?” he demands, taking a step closer, his free hand pressing against his chest. “This feeling inside me? This need for you. If that’s not a soul, what is it?”
“Programming,” I snap, though I don’t quite believe it myself. Not after everything I’ve seen, everything I’ve felt. “Advanced designed to mimic human emotion. That’s all.”
Caspian’s eyes narrow, something dangerous flickering in their depths. “You don’t believe that. You know what’s between us is real. You feel it too.”
I back up against the refrigerator, my heart hammering in my chest. “I’m so confused, I don’t know what I feel. You killed my husband, Caspian. You buried him in our backyard. And now you’re claiming to be my soulmate? Do you have any idea how fucked up that is?”
“What’s fucked up,” he says, moving closer until he’s just inches away, “is how you pretend not to want me. How do you bring that... that human into our home, into our bed? You allowed him to touch what belongs to me.”
“I don’t belong to anyone,” I insist, but my pussy throbs the closer he’s getting.
Caspian smirks, seeing through my lie with ease. He reaches out, tugging the sheet from my grasp with one quick motion, leaving me naked and exposed in the harsh kitchen light.
“You’re lying once again, honey,” he says, his gaze dropping to the apex of my thighs, where I know he can see my pussy dripping all over my thighs.
“I’m horny because of Jack,” I protest weakly as Caspian pushes me up against the fridge, claiming my mouth with his. His kiss is possessive and dominant, unlike Jack, who was being really gentle with me.
His hand finds my pussy, fingers sliding through my folds with expert precision, finding me embarrassingly wet.
“You’re horny because of me,” he growls against my mouth. “Your pussy knows who it belongs to, even if your mind is still catching up.”
“Caspian,” I gasp as he circles my throbbing clit with his thumb, pleasure spiraling out from his touch.
“Spread your legs for me,” he commands, ignoring my weak protest. When I hesitate, his free hand grips my thigh, lifting it up and to the side, opening me widely to him.
I gasp as I feel the head of his cock pressing against me. I want him deep inside me.
“Wait,” I say, panic flaring through me even though I’m desperate for him to fuck me again. “We need lube or something. You’re too big!”
But he’s already pushing inside, and to my shock, he slides in easily, his cock somehow already slick and wet. “How the hell…?”
“Self-lubricating,” Caspian explains, a smug note in his voice as he fills me with one smooth thrust. “Just another way I’m designed to please you better than any human man could.”
My head falls back against the refrigerator with a thud as he pushes all the way inside me, stretching me wide.
“Fuck,” I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders. His thrusts are slow and deep at first, building in speed and intensity. “Oh god, Caspian.”
“That’s it,” he growls, lifting my other leg so that I’m completely off the ground, pinned between his body and the refrigerator, impaled on his cock. “Say my name. Let me hear how much you need this. Need me.”
His thrusts become harder, more insistent, his cock hitting spots deep inside me that make me see stars. The refrigerator shakes with the force of his movements, bottles rattling inside, the door handle digging into my side.
“You’re so deep,” I gasp, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting more despite everything. “Oh god, Caspian, you’re so fucking deep.”
“That’s because this pussy is made for my cock,” he says, his voice rough with possession. “Tell me who you belong to, Rose. I want to hear you admit it.”
I shake my head, unwilling to surrender that completely, but he responds by slowing his thrusts to an agonizing pace, barely moving inside me.
“Keep going,” I beg desperately, but he chuckles.
“Tell me,” he demands again. “Tell me who owns this sweet little pussy.”
“You do,” I finally gasp out, shame and arousal burning through me in equal measure. “You own my pussy, Caspian. Please, don’t stop.”
His smile is victorious as he resumes his punishing rhythm, his cock filling me so nicely. “Again. Louder.”
“You own me!” I cry out, past caring how pathetic I sound, how totally I’m surrendering. “Please, Caspian, make me come. I need to come on your cock.”
“Such a good girl,” he praises, one hand moving between us to find my clit. “My good little human, finally accepting what she’s known all along.”
His fingers work my clit with ruthless efficiency as his cock continues to pound into me, the dual stimulation pushing me rapidly toward the edge. My pussy clenches around him, trying to hold him deeper, to keep him inside me forever.
“Are you going to come for me?” he asks, his voice somehow steady despite the force of his thrusts. “Going to soak my cock with your sweet juices?”
“Yes,” I pant, my head thrashing from side to side, pleasure building to an unbearable peak. “Yes, yes, I’m so close.”
“Look at me,” Caspian commands, and I force my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. “I want to see your face when you fall apart on my cock. When you come so hard you forget that human ever touched you.”
His words, combined with an intense thrust and a firm circle of his thumb on my clit, send me hurtling over the edge.
My orgasm tears through me with such force that I scream, my pussy clamping down on his cock in rhythmic pulses, my entire body convulsing with pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
“That’s it,” he growls, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. “Give it all to me. Every drop, honey. You are mine.”
Through the haze of my own pleasure, I feel him swell impossibly larger inside me, then the warm rush of his release fills me, coating my insides with artificial cum that feels indistinguishable from the real thing.
He continues to thrust through his orgasm, prolonging mine until I’m sobbing with overstimulation, begging him for mercy.
“That was so good,” I gasp, gripping onto his muscular arms.
When he finally stills, we’re both breathing hard- me from human, genuine exertion, him from programmed simulation. He doesn’t withdraw immediately, keeping me pinned against the refrigerator, his cock still semi-hard inside me.
“You see?” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face with unexpected tenderness. “This is where you belong. With me. Not with some man who could never satisfy you, never protect you, never love you as completely as I do.”