Mine to Keep, page 11
“Message me tomorrow, and tell me how she’s doing.” She raked him with her dark gaze.
“I will. Thank you for coming. It meant a lot to her.”
Lillian remained at the dining table. She drank her coffee and stared into its depths. Alek cleaned up the emptied food containers, wine bottles, and glasses.
She glanced up at him as his to-ing and fro-ing brought him near. The booze in her system nullified, she appeared ill at ease again. “Thanks for throwing such a great party. And for being there when I fell apart in the bathroom.”
“Of course. I was glad you enjoyed yourself as much as you were able.”
He carried out another load of post-party debris and let her brood. He refused to try to draw her out despite the sting of her withdrawing from him again. His matrix advised he let her work parts of it out, then it advised convincing her to talk about other matters.
Make up my mind, would you?
Analysis is difficult in terms of Lillian Kwolek’s needs when she’s upset. She has no specific pattern of verified solutions. This mood has been alleviated in the past by leaving her alone. It has also been made worse by leaving her alone. It has sometimes been eased by distraction. It has also led to her calling this unit an unfeeling computer when distraction is attempted.
She’s human. Awfully, wonderfully human.
Please explain the contradictory descriptors used to evaluate her species.
Later.
Maybe. Probably not.
He returned to the dining area. “Your friends are wonderful to be so concerned about you. They jumped at the chance to be with you today. You’re lucky.”
That drew a smile. Distraction for the win.
“They’re more than friends. They’re family, especially after those years following my mother’s death. I thought we’d grown a little apart since Alexander and I left the think tank where we all met, but yeah, they rushed right over today, didn’t they?”
Alek sat next to her. “I’m glad they did. It seems humans do best with support.”
“I suppose we do.”
“May I ask something personal?”
“Since when do you wait for permission?” Lillian chuckled.
“I don’t want you to think I’m being nosy. Unlike a few weeks ago, my interest is no longer purely focused on gathering data for my matrix.”
She hesitated, then nodded. “Go ahead.”
“You’ve told me about how close you were to your mother. How awful it was when she died while you were still young. What about your father?”
“Sperm donor.”
“I figured. It’s common enough.”
“He was a topnotch engineer. Or is. Wouldn’t it be funny if I’ve worked with him at some point and had no idea?”
Alek wondered if he should press for more information. He also wondered why he was so interested in her history, which had been a subject of only the barest curiosity before. “You haven’t remained in touch with whomever took you in after your mother’s death, to my knowledge. Extended family?”
“Mom was an orphan herself. Her friends had no interest in raising a child. I went through two foster families before I was declared emancipated at sixteen. I went straight to college, then work.”
“Why the second foster family?”
“The first had a son two years older than me. He got me drunk and took advantage. The household was labeled an ‘inhospitable environment,’ as the court put it. I was yanked out, put in therapy, paid a hefty restitution, and placed in a new foster home.”
Alek winced. “And your foster brother received the mandatory lifetime monitoring sentence, I gather. Prison?”
“No, though he was found guilty. Because of his age, they went easy with a personality restructuring program. I understand he hasn’t had a drink since and is the very pillar of his community on Luna Prime. The system worked in his case.”
“In the end, perhaps, but that must have been traumatizing for you. The male animal hasn’t been a great experience for you, has it? No wonder you don’t trust them.”
“Life’s simpler without. But lonely,” she admitted.
“Even with your friends.”
“Even with them.”
Alek could have kept pressing. He could have attempted to prove he was different from the men who’d harmed her. But he was on uncertain ground. It wasn’t the right moment. Would he realize it when that instant arrived…if it ever arrived?
Chapter Ten
Lillian wanted nothing more than to drift into the security she felt with Alek. He was a man, at least superficially, but far from the inconsistent human male she feared. He was a cyborg with a matrix built on logic rather than foolish whims. Given time, the emotions that threw him so badly on occasion would gain more ascendance, but the rational computer core of him would remain.
He had no hidden agenda. No secret past, at least none since she’d activated him in CyberServe’s research and development lab. Yes, under the command of Earth humans and the directives of his original matrix, he had an undoubtedly horrific history during the wars. But that had been another cyborg that no longer existed beyond its metal chassis. A creation long gone. A different entity altogether. Not Alek.
Was it possible to have an intimate relationship with whom he’d become? With the person he was becoming? Could she have love at long last, the kind of love that was built on unshakable trust?
Sentience had so many traps, however. Self-realization had more. It came with all the negatives that any human dealt with and too often fell prey to. Alek would find other women attractive. Maybe he already had. Later, he might decide to act on that attraction. He might find Lillian lacking and leave her for someone else. It was all too possible to be left hurting again.
She ached for more in her life so badly though. More than work. More than a few meetings with friends. She wished for that more to be with him.
“I wish I could keep you innocent,” she burst out.
He stared at her, as if surprised. Then a grin she knew all too well twisted the corner of his mouth. “No, you don’t.”
She had to laugh despite her insides quivering with that excited, nervous, delicious churning. “We’re talking about two different things.”
“I know. You’ve had enough emotional upheavals for today, so I’m changing the subject. Let’s do those impure, far-from-innocent acts we enjoy so much.”
“Do they have anything to do with the package you brought in earlier?”
“They have everything to do with it.” He stood and beckoned her to follow. “Come along, slave. Your master is eager to fuck you until his cum drips out of your holes.”
As if she’d refuse an offer like that.
Lillian’s questions and concerns about a real emotional attachment to Alek were suspended as she followed him to the playroom. Troubling matters began to fade from view as she shed her clothes outside the door. Upon entering that sensual space, worry disappeared entirely.
She gazed at the ropes hanging from the ceiling and the arrangement of black leather straps and silvery buckles suspended from the ropes. It was a harness, and her excitement rose at the thought of all the possibilities it offered.
So many straps! She couldn’t quite make out how they were to be arranged, but she imagined she’d be wrapped as tight as when Alek had practiced shibari on her.
“We’ll start with the usual exhibition of obedience to your master. To the spanking bench while I decide what form of discipline to use on you.”
She fairly flew to the padded bench. She bent over it, her legs spread, her entire body quivering as she waited for him. She was already wet, and she imagined her pussy dripped its eagerness to the floor.
As much as she appreciated the spankings, she half-hoped it would be over quickly. She could hardly wait to see what would happen with the harness.
Alek’s footfalls drew close. Lillian gripped the bench as he kneaded her ass, readying her for his discipline. Did it give him joy to spank her since his emotions had been sparked? She’d have to ask him later if he was getting anything out of it. Now that he could experience an emotional reaction, she needed to know what that reaction was.
Relax, she reminded herself as his massage ended. Her rear tingled from the rough caresses. It was time to attend to the present.
His first strike assured her there would be no problem on that score. A thick, heavy strap splatted across her ass cheeks, its end curling around her hip. Blazing hurt startled a yip from her.
“I heard that, slave. Extra lashes for your impertinent protest.”
“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master.”
He applied her punishment with a will and blistered her bottom to show his displeasure. She clung to the spanking bench with all her strength. By sheer force of will, she choked off the moans that battled to escape. It took every ounce of her eagerness to obey him to fight off the urge to flinch.
Three strikes in, he paused. His fingers slipped through her folds, and he found her wet. He shoved two digits within, and she quaked at the sudden invasion. Her greedy cunt pulled at him, eager for any kindness.
He withdrew and continued the spanking. Five harsh slaps from the strap scorched her ass before he broke off again. Once more, he cupped her crotch and pushed into her. Finger-fucking her to send arousal soaring, to bring her close to climax before spanking her again.
Bit by bit, the violent pain transformed into thrilling warmth. The heat sank deep into her flesh. Her panting became gasps of pleasure as endorphins charged to her rescue. Desire heightened with each blow and doubled during the breaks when he plunged fingers inside her.
Whether he strapped her or plumbed her cunt, her mind chanted I’m his, I’m his, I’m his…
His. In those minutes, there was no doubt. Lillian belonged to Alek.
Her mind was fogged when the punishment ended. He slung the strap over the bench. “Are you grateful for this demonstration, slave?”
“Yes, Master. With all my heart, I thank you.”
“Show me your gratitude that I give you my time and effort.”
She slid to her knees and turned to him. His eager cock was already out of his pants. She crawled to him and kissed its length from tip to base. He allowed her to dote on him for several minutes before nudging her toward the corner where he’d hung the harness.
She crawled to it, though he hadn’t told her to, eager to show her surrender. When she crouched beneath the harness, he showed her the leather cuffs. “Behind your back.”
He put them on her and hooked them together. He also cuffed her ankles, but he didn’t attach them to each other.
“Stand.”
Lillian clambered to her feet, gratefully accepting his assistance. She was always so shaky after a spanking, especially when he played with her pussy as well. Her legs trembled as Alek began winding the straps around her torso.
Much as he’d done with the shibari rope, he trapped her breasts between leather bands to frame them. With an approving grunt, he spanked the mounds with his palms, darkening their color. She pressed her lips together to stop the cries that wanted to come from his stinging discipline. She locked her knees to keep from rubbing her thighs together in answer to the desire his rough attention brought boiling. He kissed the sting away and sucked her nipples hard so they swelled and jutted to his satisfaction.
He fastened more of the harness against her ribs, taking care so she wasn’t bound too tight. Then he lifted her, her weight supported by one arm, and circled another belt about her waist.
She marveled at his strength. Not just that he could hold her up so easily, but that he had the sort of control that kept him from doing real damage when he spanked her. Was it any wonder she trusted him when it came to doling out the tormenting delights she adored? Why shouldn’t she trust him with the rest?
He released her, and she hung from the straps and ropes, her torso horizontal. He worked on her ankles and thighs next. He bent her knees so her ankles nearly touched her ass. Her thighs were set wide, splaying her cunt for whatever he chose to do with it.
He slapped his palm once to each buttock to set off heady stings from the tender flesh. Another clap to her pussy made her jerk. He followed the pain with pleasure by mouthing her soaked folds until she shook violently under the assault. His tongue flicked her clit until she spasmed in warning.
Then he clipped her cuffed wrists to a strap depending from the ceiling and carefully tautened it, so her arms were raised as far as was comfortable. Lastly, he affixed a cup that cradled her chin and lifted it so she faced the wall.
He grasped a dangling rope and showed how it allowed him to raise and lower her to whatever height he wished. He locked it down when her face was on level with his.
“There’s a well-bound slave, ready for her master to enjoy,” Alek said, his gaze proprietary. “Give us a kiss with those sweet, plump lips.”
Lillian sank into his possession by submitting to the tongue that explored and claimed hers. With her suspended as she was, he was free to fondle her breasts. He squeezed them until her breath quickened with mingled excitement and hurt. His thumbs played with her nipples, goading the stiff points to grow harder. He kissed and caressed until she was dizzy with bliss.
Her lips tingled when he released her, tender from his demanding use. He grasped the rope and lowered her to the level of his waiting cock. “Now for the best kiss of all.”
His hand on the suspending straps rocked her. He brought her open mouth to his waiting shaft. His flesh rubbed over her tongue, back and forth. She closed her lips on him and firmed the grip for his delight. His hips moved to greet her as she swung close. The motion sent his crown into her throat.
His to fuck deep, whether it was her mouth, pussy, or ass. Lillian fell into the rapture of existing to serve him however he deemed right. She swallowed and gagged on the pulsing length he fed her, her devotion to him growing with every thrust. With each demand, she fell deeper under his spell.
“Every drop I give you,” he commanded. “Don’t let any spill.”
When had she ever? But it always felt good to be given an order she’d obey without hesitation.
Alek’s eyes rolled, and he groaned as he let go. Salty-sweet warmth filled her mouth, and she swallowed what he gave her, her cunt flexing its wish to be treated to the same.
Afterward, he stood there and let her lick him worshipfully. He patted her cheek. “Well done. I’m ready to enjoy that hot, wet pussy.”
He walked around to her splayed sex. Lillian was tugged upward, so she floated high over the floor. Did that mean…?
She bit her lips together as his tongue delved into her. No sound without permission. Their play was her fantasy that her needs were less than his, that she existed for his pleasure alone. For Alek to give her what she wanted…what she needed…he’d have to punish her for daring to assume he wished to hear her enjoyment.
She kept as quiet as her increasing respiration allowed, her eyes screwed closed as he licked, kissed, stabbed into her. As he occasionally lapped and sucked her clit. He feasted on her quivering pussy, eating her out with a proficiency she was certain no sex star could claim.
“Would you like to come?” he asked as she trembled and fought her body’s demand that she do so.
“If my master wishes it of me,” she gasped.
“Hm.” He filled her with his finger. He found the exquisite spot within and rubbed. She almost lost control then and there. Her pussy clutched hard. “I don’t wish to spoil my slave. But there is something satisfying about a servant who’ll come on command. It is your highest priority to obey me, isn’t it?”
“Always, Master,” she sobbed, hanging on by the thinnest thread as the friction lit an inferno.
“Then climax. Now.” He licked her clit.
Blinding whiteness filled her vision. The first surge barreled through her, a cannon blast through her senses. It was far from the last. He continued to pump her pussy, and he sucked her clit as well. He drew scream after scream from her as orgasm rampaged in continuous heaves.
When she was at last depleted, shaking and sobbing in the aftermath, he patted her sex affectionately. “Such enthusiastic compliance. I’m pleased with you. What do you say?”
“Thank you, Master.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll fill this well-trained cunt with my cock, and you may display your joy to serve me as often as you wish.”
He lowered her toward the floor. To groin level. Lillian had barely an instant to register the pressure on her pussy before he thrust all the way into her swollen passage. His groin clapped against her ass.
It was as if the invasion pushed the breath from her lungs. Her mouth gaped wide, but she was unable to scream without oxygen. Resounding hurt somehow twisted itself into ecstasy, and orgasm engulfed her.
Somehow, she heard Alek over the roaring in her ears. “That’s it, tight little cunt. Milk my cock. Yes.”
Air whooped into her chest as she relearned how to inhale. Ragged cries burst from her as his steady strokes woke multiple surges of powerful bliss. She quaked in the creaking harness as he swung her to meet his every thrust. His thick cock rubbed unerringly over her internal hotspot and prolonged the elation.
When her shaking frame attempted to quiet, he reached beneath to stroke her clit and set her off again. “Keep coming for me, slave. I love the feeling of your hungry cunt squeezing me, begging me to keep fucking it.”
He wouldn’t let up, and she couldn’t stop him. Orgasm swiftly became as much torment as reward, spending tension only to have it build again. How many times did he force climax on her? She lost track as he kept her on the knife’s edge of brutal rapture.
She couldn’t even find the ability to beg for mercy as he shattered her again and again. The unending enthrallment of his thickness driving deep, his educated fingers toying with excruciating perfection on her clit, his absolute power over her, and her inability to defend herself in any way…it all combined to leave her the victim to his unsparing attention.
Only when he had her utterly wrecked did he allow himself climax. He grunted like an animal with each jet of cum. When he went still, Lillian sagged in the harness. Her sobs were weak, her body trembling.
