A Perfect World: An Erotic Science Fiction Short Story (4 page)

The moment thrilled me. I’d never shared Seana with anyone
before, but now, I couldn’t imagine not sharing her with William. We possessed
her front and back, reaching down into her very soul, together.

“Do you like our cocks inside you, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes.”

An unimagined appetite overtook me. “Tell me what you want?”

“I want you both to come inside me. I want a baby. I want
you both, not just for tonight, but for always.”

God help me, so did I.

When Seana used her body to clamp down on me again, I burned
like lava. I couldn’t hold back one second more. I felt my balls load up.

“I’m going to come.”

“So am I,” William choked out.

“O-Oh, God!”

I plunged deeper than ever before, and my body went rigid as
I shot my load into her back entrance. Seana’s fingernails cut into my hands as
her orgasm consumed her.

William shouted, “I’m coming!”

Bliss rolled through me, and I silently blessed the doctor
for his injections that ensured we were going to have a baby.

As our climaxes moved into afterglow, William and I
sandwiched Seana in a mutual hug.

“This may sound nuts, but I have to say it.” William sounded
intense.

“What?” I asked, fearing the worst.

“I love you, both, very much.” His voice faltered a bit, but
he continued, “You’re going to be great parents.”

The bliss evaporated as I remembered that this man I’d only
met a few days ago but had come to love and respect—was going to die.

He pulled out some medical-looking device from his
nightstand. “Doc gave me this. It’ll take some readings and let us know if
you’ve conceived.”

He punched something into the device and placed its two
suction cups on Seana’s belly. He nodded then smiled.

“Perfect. Just like Doc promised. I’m so pleased.”

“What does it say?” Seana asked, her voice trembling.

“You’re pregnant.” And with that William ushered us to our
room saying all questions and concerns would be taken up in the morning.

“Greg?” Seana whispered when the door closed behind us.

I knew she was thinking about William’s death. My mind spun.
Surely they could find another way. He had lots of money and influence. But I
didn’t want to think about that now.

“We’ll figure it all out, sweetheart. I promise. Right now,
all I want to concentrate on is the new life that’s growing inside you.”

I didn’t wait for another word as the rapture of the moment
took us both. I planted my mouth on hers and placed her onto the bed. We made
love until the early morning hours. She fell asleep before I did, allowing me
to scan her exposed body that housed new life, our
dream come
true.

****

I awoke to the sound of Seana in the shower. Was last night
a dream? Yes, a perfect dream and very real.

The communications panel lit. I answered it. William’s face
appeared on screen.

“Good morning, Greg”

“Good morning. Seana is just now in the shower, and she
takes about an hour to get ready. Do you want me to have her call you when
she’s finished?”

“No, that’s okay. Do you mind coming down now? I’d like to
talk with you.” I agreed and clicked off the panel.

I thought that like Seana and me, William must’ve wanted
what we’d discovered between the three of us to go on. With all his
connections, there had to be a way.

I found him at a table filled with breakfast fare by the
pool. He poured me a glass of orange juice.

“Enough of the niceties, man. What’s up?”

William laughed. “A quick study. I like that.”

“Very quick.”

He hadn’t shaved, but the shadow made him look even better,
if that was possible.

A dreadful thought occurred to me. If there wasn’t a way to
save him and he didn’t want to die, the government would require Seana to end
the pregnancy.

“Are you backing out?” I felt my stomach lurch into my
throat.

William studied me before he answered.

“No, I’m not backing out.” And I was sure he meant it. The
conviction of his tone told me so. One of the maids appeared bringing more
food, but William waved her away. His brow was furrowed with intent.

“Then what’s this about?” I inquired hesitantly.

“I have a favor to ask.”

“Okay.” I was willing to do anything that was within my
means, no matter what he wanted.

Like the first night I arrived at William’s home, Bennie
jumped in the middle of the table, disturbing some of our meal. The arrogant
prick began nibbling on some crumbs that had fallen from William’s plate.
Unlike before, William let the cat stay.

“Will you name the baby Heather, if it’s a girl?”

I smiled. “And William, if it’s a boy.”

“Thank you.”

“But surely there’s another way. Neither of us wants you
to…”

“Die? I know that, Greg. Who would’ve thought I could find
love again after all these years? Not me. That’s for sure.”

“Seana loves you. Hell, I love you. Let’s do something about
this craziness. We can’t have you die. Not now. We want you to be part of this
baby’s life and our lives, too.”

“It’s not possible. People with a lot more money and pull
than me haven’t been able to figure out a loophole around that.”

“Then another death. Surely you can afford one accidental
death.”

“There isn’t time to get another one. The die is cast. Doc
will be here in an hour to get things underway.”

My mind screamed. This wasn’t right. We needed him. I sipped
my juice to allow myself a moment. He was not an eccentric millionaire wishing
to play some kind of game with us. “Please, William. Try? Call in favors.
Whatever. You can’t leave us.”

“I’ve been alive for centuries. It’s time for me to go.” He
laughed and it made me smile. “Who knows? Maybe Heather is waiting for me on
some other plane, tapping her foot because I’m so late. I’m not normally a
believer in such things, but I won’t know unless I follow her.”

Seana walked over to us in regal splendor with the
midmorning light only adding to her beauty. Bennie noticed her and jumped to her
feet. He was lord of the patio and would greet all who dared enter his court.

She reached down and paid him his homage with a few pats.
“Am I interrupting?”

“No, Babe. But I do think I should go shower,” I said,
rising. I pulled out a chair for her.

“Sit and eat,” William urged Seana.

“Okay,” Seana conceded. “It’s a beautiful day. Did you talk
to him, Greg?”

“I did, but my convincing skills aren’t nearly as good as
yours. Take your turn at bat.”

She nodded.

I left knowing she would try but fail. I hated what lay
ahead for us.

****

The poison had a difficult task against a body with
supercharged antibodies, but William’s physician assured us it was working.
Seana, Bennie, and I were by William’s bed all day. He seemed peaceful most of
the day, but into the night, he began to become agitated. The doctor increased
his dosage at eleven-thirty.

The next morning, William looked at us and smiled. Then he
closed his eyes and fifteen minutes later, the doctor checked his pulse.
Nothing.

With tears falling freely from our eyes, Seana and I
clutched each other.

William was dead.

****

Everyone is asleep upstairs except the cat and me.

I can’t believe it’s been more than a year and a half since
we lost William.

A few hours after his death, his attorney told us what he’d
done. We got everything, including his five homes around the globe and more
money than we could’ve ever dreamed of. Seana never had to face her asshole
boss again.

That wasn’t the big reveal, though. Not by a long shot.

I still miss him and sometimes even cry, realizing how
wonderful William was to us, and especially to me.

Devious bastard had worked it all out with his doctor and
attorney. They’d been able to purchase one accidental death, but unfortunately
not two. I’d been led to believe that my injection that night was to keep me
calm. It wasn’t. Like William’s, it had allowed me to procreate, just liked
he’d planned. The test William had run with the strange medical device
confirmed Seana had conceived not just with his baby—but mine, too.

Nine months after William’s death, Seana’s pregnancy ended
in the perfect delivery of our son and daughter.

We’re celebrating their first birthday in a few weeks in
Hawaii.

Bennie sits in my lap.

I pet the arrogant cat that I’ve come to adore. “Bennie, can
you believe that three thousand people have already sent in their RSVPs to
attend the big bash for William and Heather?”

His purring tells me he’s not surprised at all.
 

The End

****

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Mia’s Spanking Diary

Copyright 2013 Kris Cook

Mia is a graduate
student working on a thesis about the sexual practices of people in the
BDSM
lifestyle. Lex, the owner of a very prominent local
sex club, agrees to show her the ropes...literally, and a whole lot more. What
begins as only a curious academic pursuit quickly becomes a brew of sizzling
erotic pleasure for both Master Teacher and submissive student. As her lessons
with him are about to come to an end, fun and games need to be put aside for
something real--a chance for true love.

Enjoy the following excerpt from
Mia’s Spanking Diary
:

The rest of the attendees sat behind me from the third row
to the last row. I sat alone with my hands in my lap like a little schoolgirl.
Awkward. Sums up my life.

Then
he
walked in.

The speaker instantly had my heart pounding in my chest and
my breath hitching in my lungs. He overflowed with confidence and power with
each step, like a gladiator coming on the field to defeat anyone foolish enough
to challenge him. In his early thirties, the man’s coal black hair was cut
razor short, and his face, though not Hollywood handsome, had a ruggedness that
made me squirm in the metal chair. His jaw was square, and he sported a five
o’clock shadow. His eyes were so piercing blue I found myself unable to look
away. In fact, every woman in the place was near drooling over his
six-foot-five muscled frame. The speaker’s arrival instantly silenced the
chatter among the other males in the room. Their combined testosterone would
barely fill a thimble compared to his.

Dr. Vickers stepped up to the lectern and pounded on it with
her fist. “Quiet students.”

Since no one was talking, I found her command odd. Oh, well.
I knew I would never figure her out.

“Welcome. Tonight continues our series on Human Sexuality in
the Modern Age. This is our fifth lecture. Our guest speaker is the owner of
The Cell, located downtown, one of the most notable
BDSM
clubs in the country. He’s won several awards for his work with special
effects. He’s written several bestselling books about the lifestyle including
The Path of Dominance and Submission
;
The Master’s Rules
; and
The Guide to Creating Your Home Dungeon
.
He also hosts a weekly Q & A podcast for people deep in the life, just
beginning, or only curious called “The Spanking Bench.”

I gasped aloud the instant Dr. Vickers mentioned the name of
the speaker’s Internet show, but thankfully, no one seemed to notice.

“Students, welcome our guest, Master Lex Brogan.”

Clapping, I felt my temperature go up several degrees as his
searing blue eyes seemed to fix on me.

“Thank you, Dr. Vickers for inviting me. Instead of giving a
boring speech from a stale outline, I’m going to have you ask me questions, and
I will answer them. Got it?”

“Yes, thank you,” I said, as if he and I were the only ones
in the room.

“Good.” He paused. In a deep, commanding tone that startled
me, he said, “Front Row, you go first.”

“Me?” I pointed to the center of my chest.

“Is there anyone else on the front row?”

“No.” My mouth was suddenly dry, and my mind turned to mush.
“Umm. I am...working on...it’s a paper. I mean...I have this paper that I have
to finish. It’s called ‘Principals and Practices of Participants of Bondage and
Discipline, “Sadomasochism” or Dominance and Submission’ and it’s required to
earn my master’s.” Every word I uttered made me sound more and more idiotic.
Why did my mind always spin with a million conflicting thoughts, paralyzing me
to act or to even speak coherently?

“I’m sure there’s a question in there somewhere.”

I shook my head. “Mr. Brogan—”

“It’s ‘Master.’”

“Right.” I kept looking down at my hands, which I was
wringing together like a crazy woman. “What I’m trying to say is that...my
paper isn’t really printed out. It’s on my computer, right now.”

“I understand the mechanics of a printer, young lady. Your
question?”

“Yes, Sir.” Per my norm, I couldn’t seem to get out of my
own head. “I’m working on my thesis for my master’s, Master Mister Brogan.”

“Really? Your thesis is on this topic and you don’t
understand the very basic norms.” The irritation in his tone made me wince.
“Just Master Lex.”

“Sorry. Got it.” I could’ve died from the shame I was
feeling, but there were no rocks to get under, no trees to hide behind, and no
escape route to run to. So, I took a deep breath, hoping to focus my thoughts
on something sane and understandable. What to ask that would redeem me in his
eyes? “Like I told you, Master Lex, the title of my paper is—”

“I’ve heard enough about your thesis already.” He narrowed
his eyelids and tilted his head slightly forward, a clear message that his
patience was thinning.