Spread: A Sentient Object Romance (Kyleverse Book 5), page 1
Spread
A Sentient Object Romance
Nicole Parker
Copyright © 2024 by Nicole Parker
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This book was written by a human. No part of this book was written using artificial intelligence. I support artists and will never use generative artificial intelligence in my books.
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First Edition 2024
Independently Published
Paperback ISBN: 9798335595414
Content Considerations
First and foremost, this is a sentient object romance, which means people will get down and dirty with a sentient object.
In no particular order, there is explicit sex (oral, anal, vaginal), use of toys, alcohol use, hand on throat, degradation, wing play, cursing, flavored cum, and multiple partners.
Spoiler Warning: The object transforms during sex, surprising the FMC, and making the encounter non-consensual. At no point is the FMC forced into doing anything she does not want to do. However, the situation may be uncomfortable for some readers.
If you feel I am missing anything, please reach out and let me know.
Contents
Mel
1. Spatha
2. Mel
3. Spatha
4. Mel
5. Spatha
6. Mel
7. Spatha
8. Mel
9. Spatha
10. Mel
11. Spatha
12. Mel
13. Spatha
Mel
About Nicole Parker
Also by Nicole
Mel
Prologue
“Hey Teddy? I’ll have another Kölsch.” The bartender smiles at me as he grabs a tall, clean glass and pours my beer. “Thank you, Teddy. You’re the best.”
He just grunts in acknowledgment, but I can see his smile deepen all the same. “Sure thing, Mel. You going to toss a few?” Teddy nods toward Taylor and her latest fling. The girl has got her arms wrapped around Taylor, “showing” her how to throw an axe. I roll my eyes.
“Nah. Reese should be here soon. Although, I think she’s bringing Bianca.” I wrinkle my nose. There’s something I just don’t like about that girl.
Teddy chuckles as he washes some glasses. “Alright Mel, let me know when you want another one.” His eyes flick up as someone approaches and takes a seat beside me. Assuming it’s Reese, I spin to greet them and end up bumping right into… someone.
It’s definitely not Reese.
Instead, it’s probably the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Like almost too pretty to be real, beautiful. Hard to look at beautiful. If I lived in a fantasy world, he’d be a fae prince. He’s that pretty. You don’t live in a fantasy world, I remind myself.
He reaches out a hand to my shoulder to stabilize me. And there’s a spark. A literal goddamn spark! Fuck, maybe I do live in a fantasy world.
“Oh my, apologies, believe I got you with a bit of static electricity there.” He smiles. I’m still frozen like a deer in headlights. He sits and gestures for me to return to my seat. “Spatha.”
“Bless you.”
He chuckles. “My name is Spatha.”
“Shit, I’m sorry. I’m Mel.” I’m an idiot.
He gently takes my forearm from my side and places a kiss on the back of my hand. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Mel.” What is happening? Who is this and where did they come from? He has the faintest accent, or maybe it’s just his manner of speaking. Clear and crisp, enunciating each syllable. After a few moments, my brain somehow manages to form coherent thoughts again. There is more banter and a round of drinks before we eventually make our way over to the axe throwing section of the bar. He does the same cheesy, arms around me thing that I had just rolled my eyes at, but it’s so much different when it’s happening to you. We laugh. I am extra clumsy to encourage more ‘instruction’ and flirty touching. I intentionally lean into him as we throw axes at the targets. Maybe I could learn something from him if I weren’t so distracted - I don’t think I’ve seen him miss. I introduce him to my friends. They love him. I get a couple of exaggerated eyebrow wiggles from Taylor.
But then something happens. Exactly at midnight. Like fucking Cinderella, Spatha’s eyes grow wide with panic. He mumbles some excuse, and all but runs out of the bar. I’m left alone trying to figure out what happened. What in the hell could I have possibly said to scare him so badly?
Taylor seems as confused by the situation as I am, but it’s late. I get pity hugs from her and my friends as they say goodbye and head home to their domestic bliss. I give Teddy a wave goodnight as I pull up a rideshare app and head home alone. Again.
Chapter 1
Spatha
“Shit. We’re late. I don’t have time to frost these now. Just grab a spatula and we’ll do it when we get there.” Taylor sounds flustered again. She’s always running late to things. I can hear her running around, in and out of the kitchen.
The drawer opens and Connor’s hand reaches in to grab me. “You sure you want to use this for frosting? I’ve got some other ideas.” He smacks my blade against his hand. We all know how much Taylor enjoys a good spanking.
“Not now Connor!” She pauses, glancing down at me, and biting her lip. “We need that clean for the cupcakes.” Her voice dips to become a bit more playful. “Later though.” With a wink, she walks over and pulls Connor into a deep kiss. Once again, I’m left third-wheeling. Not that I have wheels. Taylor plucks me from Connor’s hand and carelessly tosses me in a tote bag, along with various other non-possessed kitchen items. Before I know it, we’re in the car and heading some place in a hurry.
I sit idly in the bag, biding my time, listening to some sort of social gathering going on around me, until finally I feel a new hand. It’s vaguely familiar. Slender fingers, firm grip. I could get used to this. She grasps me tightly, pulling me out of the bag and waving me through the air. It’s her. It’s Mel. She is as radiant as I remember. Her dark black hair shimmers as she moves. The olive skin of her hand is soft and supple. I feel myself instantly responding to her touch. “This one?”
“Yeah, thanks Mel!” I hear Taylor respond.
Mel dips me headfirst into a tub of vanilla frosting, using me to spread the thick, white, sugary substance all over each cupcake. It’s messy, not pretty at all, but I don’t mind. When she’s covered each cupcake with an ample smear of frosting, she lifts me to her mouth and begins licking me. I ache as her tongue passes over each part of me, carefully following my contours. She lets out a little satisfied moan at the taste of me… or maybe it’s the frosting. Greedy girl that she is, she pushes me back into the tub of frosting slowly, pulling me back to her waiting mouth to get another taste. She is running her tongue along my entire length when we are rudely interrupted.
“Mel, get that damn spatula out of your mouth! He’s coming!” She hurriedly places me on the table, covering the tub of frosting, and walks away. Can a spatula have blue balls?
The celebration continues but, shockingly, no one thinks to include me in the festivities. As the event wraps up, a few attendees stay behind to clean, including Mel, who walks over and picks me up.
“Did Taylor leave? She forgot her spatula.” After a couple non-committal answers, Mel decides to take me home with her for safekeeping. My spatula heart races.
We make it back to her place and I immediately do what I do best: increase her desire. I may have lost most of my demonic powers in this debacle, but this one remains. I can sense her need and increasing agitation. Before long, she is rummaging through drawers and grabbing something.
“Shit, dead. When did I last charge this thing?” The useless item is tossed aside as she picks me up instead, rubbing her hands over my ergonomic handle. “Well. Silicone is silicone, right?”
Yes, yes, YES.
Chapter 2
Mel
I’ve never had what you might call a low sex drive, but I am needy right now. Like if I don’t come in the next five minutes, I might explode needy. I make a mental note to get batteries for my vibrator (getting what I deserve for opting for the cheaper model- wall plug all the way from here on out) and grab the first appropriately sized tool I can think of: the spatula from the party. Looks clean enough, but I give it a quick rinse before getting started.
My pussy is already drenched by the time I make it to my bed. I shimmy off my pants and underwear, tossing them carelessly across the room. The shirt and bra go next. I lie down on the bed and take a long look at the spatula. Here goes nothing.
I drag it slowly across each breast, the cool silicone teasing my erect nipples. OK, I can get on board with this. After a few more swipes, I drag it down my belly and between my legs to my pussy. Clenching my eyes, I give my pussy a light smack. I squeak out a muffled cry. Fuck yes. I repeat the motion a couple more times, swatting my swoll
Without questioning the impulse, I flip the spatula over in my hand and push the handle toward my entrance. I trace a line up and down my slit before plunging it inside. Thank God Taylor got one of the fully silicone models. I slowly move it in and out, trying to find the exact right angle. When the handle presses against my G-spot, I cry out and begin really fucking myself with gusto. My free hand moves from tweaking my nipple down to pinching my clit. In only a matter of moments, I explode, crying and screaming.
A fucking baking utensil gave me the best orgasm I’ve had in months.
I lie back on the bed, panting. Bringing the spatula up closer to my face, I give it a good look. It’s slick with my cum. The urge to lick it clean hits me. Not something I usually do with my toys, but I find myself unable to fight this compulsion.
I lick it clean, sucking off my cum from one end of the spatula to the other, running my tongue over every surface. Salty, acidic, and ever so slightly sweet - why is this turning me on so much? I reach one hand between my legs. Apparently, one orgasm will not be sufficient tonight. I push the handle of the spatula into my mouth, imagining it’s a cock. I start out slow and then really fuck my face with it, challenging my gag reflex. I moan around the contoured handle as I come again.
I start to catch my breath when the impulse to stick it in my ass strikes me. My cheeks turn red. The urge hits me again, harder. Am I really considering this? No. I shake my head, and the idea quickly dissipates into the ether. I stand up and walk the spatula to the sink, cleaning it off. I leave it by the sink to dry and fall into bed.
That night, I have the most intense dreams about getting pounded in the ass.
Chapter 3
Spatha
So close. I was so fucking close to being free! I can’t believe it’s actually happening. And with Mel. What are the odds?
Taylor’s house being on a ley line means she’ll attract a lot of magical oddities. It’s dumb luck that Taylor also happens to be friends with Mel.
I made a few previous stops along the ley line, looking for release without success. It’s amazing how few people notice a new spatula in their drawer. Unfortunately, very few people are into spatula play.
When I initially found Taylor’s house, I thought I had hit the jackpot. First, and most significant, I recognized her as Mel’s friend from The Axe Cheek. With that, I knew there was a chance I’d see Mel again. Second, Taylor is into a lot of different play herself. I barely had to use any of my suggestion powers to get her in the mood. While not my ideal scenario, I’d take any chance to break out of my agreement. Unfortunately, it became clear very quickly that Taylor had no idea I was anything apart from a regular spatula and had a long list of more preferential play items.
I nearly had it on one occasion - a visiting partner selected me as an impromptu spanking tool! Certainly the enthusiasm and opportunity were there, but alas, my encouragements were somehow diverted to a fucking garden device. I am quite certain Taylor has me to thank for the breaking of Connor’s curse and their happy-ever-after, but you don’t hear anyone expressing gratitude to the spatula for the vibes I was throwing out that day, do you?
It seems Mel is actually more receptive and able to better interpret the desires I’m throwing her way. It must have something to do with the connection we made before this fiasco? I think I can get her to try again. After the dreams she has tonight, she’ll be begging to take it in the ass.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t notice Mel is up until she’s already out the door. It’s too late for me to exert my influence. For now. I’ll need to wait until she gets home. That’s OK. I can be patient. A demon has all the time in the world.
Chapter 4
Mel
My dreams are so intense that I end up oversleeping and have to bolt out the door to meet Kyle at the park on time. We were both at the party last night, so I’m not surprised to see that he also seems to be struggling this morning.
“Morning sunshine.” I smile at him, pulling him into a hug.
“None of that. I didn’t bail on you, even though I wanted to. You need to be nice to me.”
I chuckle as we break off the hug and start into a jog. Our pace is extra slow today, but we make it our usual three laps around the enormous park.
“Want to come back to my place for coffee? You look like you need it.”
He lifts his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and I take a second to appreciate what I see. “Yeah, sure. Coffee would be good.”
We walk back to my apartment at a leisurely pace. Luckily, it’s close to the park. Once inside, I pull out some fresh coffee beans and hand Kyle the grinder. It’s a hand-crank model, so you’ve got to work for your coffee. He rolls his eyes and gets to it while I pull out the French press. My eyes linger on his forearms as he cranks the beans into a fine powder.
“You take it black, right?” Kyle nods, his job completed and now relaxing back into his chair. “Did you get any sleep last night?” He grins, but doesn’t respond. I carefully pour the steaming water over the grounds.
The urge to have sex hits me out of nowhere. The sudden force of my desire makes me weak in the knees and I pour hot water all over the counter, missing the French press entirely. What the fuck? Whatever it is seems to hit Kyle as well, because he shifts in his seat uncomfortably, attempting to adjust himself discreetly. I look at the steaming mess on the counter, feeling like I’ve become a steaming mess myself.
The impulse hits me again. I need to grind on something. I NEED something between my legs. Like now. I glance around the kitchen, trying to figure out a way to satisfy this need covertly. Finding nothing, I push the handle down on the press, grab a pair of mugs, and begin filling. I turn to hand Kyle his, and it’s hard to not notice the raging erection in his pants.
He notices me notice him and clears his throat. “Maybe I should go.” He stands up and another wave of desire hits me, buckling my knees. Kyle grabs me around the waist to stabilize me. I feel his cock pressed against me and now that we’re so close, there’s no stopping this.
Like a spider monkey, I throw my arms around his neck and jump, tightly wrapping my legs around his waist, crashing my mouth into his. He’s stunned for only a fraction of a second before grabbing my ass and pressing me up against the wall. As my pussy grinds up against something, craving briefly sated, my mind clears slightly and I question what the fuck we’re doing. Then Kyle deepens the kiss and finds a good rhythm grinding against me and I lose any and all reason. He kisses down my neck and I simply give into the pleasure.
“That’s it, Mel. Get it.” I tighten my legs around him, tensing all the muscles in my core as I peak before falling apart in his arms. I can’t believe I just dry humped Kyle to climax in the kitchen! I giggle as he carefully releases my legs to the floor, his arms still wrapped protectively around me.
“I… I don’t know what came over me.”
He smiles, looking down at me. “It’s all good.”
I feel yet another surge of lust. At the same moment, I feel Kyle’s cock twitch between us. This time, the urge is more specific. Kyle’s eyes are locked on mine, frozen with obvious anticipation, waiting to see what I’ll do next.
“You OK incorporating toys?” I raise an eyebrow.
Kyle grins widely. “What exactly did you have in mind?”
Chapter 5
Spatha
This guy? Really? Remarkably average, but at least he appears to be quite open-minded, and based on my experiences at Taylor’s, there is very little this man won’t do. It helps that he also seems responsive to my suggestions. That, or he’s simply ready to go at the drop of a hat. It’s difficult to tell with him.
