Chapter 4 – Enemy Territory #2
Despite that, he did what she ordered and this demand, at least, was quick and easy to fulfil; it was a piece of cake for him to remove all his clothing in a few moments and then settle down in the hot tub, the warm water reaching his smooth chest. A far greater challenge was seeing Marci’s slim, gently rounded figure as she sashayed stark naked across the smooth marble tiles carrying two martini glasses, giving him a view that was most definitely going to blow his already overloaded fuses.
She’d tied her sleek, red hair into a knot on her head that made her slim neck and shapely breasts even more delectable.
And her tiny, sweet belly button – this fascinated Jack most of all.
His designers had given him one, too, but like almost everything else on him, it was just for show and didn’t have any real function.
He imagined pulling Marci to him and kissing her on that spot.
“Do you drink anything at all?” she asked, looking him directly in the eyes; she’d noticed he was staring at her and was trying to quash her embarrassment at her own nakedness.
“Of course,” Jack replied in a hoarse voice that, given the situation, sounded particularly human.
Marci handed him a glass and then, to both of their relief, lowered herself quickly into the bubbling water, temporarily delivering both her and him from her disconcerting view.
“Alcohol, too?” she asked curiously, sipping her cocktail seductively.
He could sense her uncertainty and the fact that her confident manner was an attempt to disguise it.
It was completely normal for her to be unsettled by their luxurious surroundings, never mind the task that awaited her.
Should he exploit her uncertainty for his own benefit?
Should he nurture even the tiniest hope that he might be able to impress her and ultimately replace Will?
“Why not?” replied Jack as if talking to himself, shrugging his powerful shoulders.
“I have a completely normal digestive system, the difference being that its chemical constituents burn around ninety-five per cent of the energy so there’s rarely anything left to be excreted.
It saves all those annoying trips to the toilet and helps me keep my figure.
” He smiled cautiously. Great topic, he thought.
Maybe he should also tell her that his blood was composed of ninety per cent renewable cell plasma, a liquid that is similar to human blood but is made in his artificial lab-grown liver, not his spine.
If he carried on blurting out facts about how his body worked, she’d end up more afraid of him than she already seemed to be.
“Do you get drunk?” As if to give herself courage, Marci took a large gulp of her martini and shivered briefly, clearly unused to the high alcohol content.
“No,” Jack smiled back at her and downed the martini in one go. “Unfortunately not.”
“Why unfortunately?” Marci finished her drink too, pleased to be able to put the glass to one side.
“Because I’d really like to know what it feels like to act irrationally and do something crazy,” he admitted, moving imperceptibly closer to her.
“I’m fascinated by people who never act irrationally, no matter what,” replied Marci, looking at him thoughtfully and giving him the blissful feeling that she was trying to pay him a compliment.
“I’m the complete opposite. I rarely act rationally; I act from the heart instead.
And then do the craziest things that I regret afterwards, but by then it’s too late. ”
“Oh yes? Like what?” Jack had now moved close enough to her that he could touch her hand under the water and to his surprise, she didn’t move it away. Without waiting for her permission, he pulled her closer to him on the smooth seat until she was right next to him, their bodies gently touching.
“Like this,” she whispered, her brown eyes twinkling under the cloudless sky.
Jack felt her hand move from under his and slide between his thighs, taking hold of his member in a grip that was both tender and confident as if she’d done this countless times.
He let her continue, observing with puzzlement that his primary processor had instantly created visible goosebumps over his whole body.
Marci had noticed too, stroking the index finger of her other hand over his chest and emitting a low whistle.
“Wow!” she whispered in amazement, drawing back slightly. “You’re really not a robot?”
“What would be so bad about that?” he asked, suddenly serious.
“Nothing,” she said hurriedly, looking slightly guilty. “It’s just…if I were to get involved with a robot, I wouldn’t feel that I was betraying Will.”
“So why are you doing this, then?” He knew it was a logical question to ask, even though it hurt to say it.
“Because I really want to be with a man. Will has been gone for more than six months and I’ve not once wanted to get involved with anyone, even though I’ve had plenty of offers and I’ve yearned to feel like a whole woman again.”
She paused and looked at him with trust in her eyes, giving him new courage.
“When I saw you for the first time at Rochelle’s house, I suddenly realised that despite all my worries I desperately needed passion again. Obviously, I didn’t know then what had happened to Will. I thought he’d betrayed me, even if I didn’t want to believe it.”
“But he didn’t betray you,” he reminded her quietly, wondering why that made a difference.
“I know. And that’s why I ask myself if I’m being disloyal to Will for wanting physical closeness so much when I’m with you?”
She was still stroking him, drawing a deep groan from his throat and making him swell to his full size. Even if she only wanted him physically, that would have to be enough for now and it was more than he’d hoped for.
“You can’t be disloyal to a dead person,” he whispered to her, scattering her thoughts.
He looked so deeply into her eyes that she couldn’t fail to notice how his lenses automatically adjusted their intensity.
“I don’t think Will would have anything against you having a bit of fun with me.
After all, he told me to look after you. ”
“Are you sure that included this?” she murmured, pausing her gentle massage to explore his full manhood with her hand. His whole body reflected his inexorable arousal and he raised his hips so she could stroke him along his full length.
“He didn’t exclude it.”
“You are pretty huge,” she murmured shyly. “Do you think this will work?”
“I really do,” he whispered hoarsely, lowering his lips onto hers.
He felt her yield and his heart threatened to explode, flooded by powerful and chaotic feelings that instantly paralysed all of the decision-making processors in his central computer.
Despite that he continued, pulling Marci gently onto his lap, holding her slim frame carefully in his strong arms. Feeling her lips on his, her breasts against his chest and thinking about what it would be like when he sank his hard member into her soft feminine form, made him completely forget that he was a robot.
She wrapped her slender arms around his neck and nibbled on his ear, whispering her most intimate fantasies into his highly sensitive auditory canal, turning him on even more.
Jack’s hands moved everywhere and Marci seemed to enjoy being dominated by him.
She didn’t resist when he lifted her effortlessly and settled her, legs spread wide, onto him, capturing her gently.
He felt her tremble inside as he parted her folds with a powerful thrust, and she let out a throaty sound of satisfaction that mixed with her quiet moans.
Jack took it as encouragement to press deeper into her hot flesh, stretching her relentlessly to her limits.
Quivering, she relaxed and adjusted to his size; he thrilled at the feeling of being joined so deep inside her, and at their passionate kisses, tongues meeting in wild abandon.
He stroked the most sensitive point deep inside her and placed his hands around her slim waist, encouraging her into a gentle upwards and downwards movement that she submitted to willingly, her lust clearly intensified.
Her throaty gasps increased and her movements became frantic, even though Jack was now holding her so tight that she could barely move.
As he did so, he made his shaft vibrate slightly; he had Cathrin Porter to thank for this ability and it clearly differentiated him from a human man.
Jack used his inbuilt knowledge of female anatomy to effortlessly stimulate Marci’s most sensitive bundle of nerves.
Her whole body was gripped by an involuntary spasm and she braced herself against Jack, trying to manage the incredible tension inside her.
He continued to hold her tight against him, like a predator with its prey, increasing the pace of his thrusts.
She whimpered with pleasure and a soft cry escaped her lips as he intensified his movements, the sounds merging with the water bubbling around them.
Her internal muscles clamped around him, hot and wet, and Jack found himself unwilling to release her from his delicious torment.
Her panting increased and she started squirming frantically as if trying to escape; he made a few more movements until her whole body quaked with orgasm after orgasm, exploding through her like a series of powerful electrical impulses.
She whimpered for mercy against his chest and he gave free rein to his own lust, bringing them both to a glorious climax.
He was still hard inside her as Marci lay limply against him, her eyes glazed and her cheeks flushed, incapable of movement. He suddenly worried that he might have gone too far.
“Is everything OK?” he asked in concern, gently stroking a strand of hair off her face that had come loose from her bun during their passion.