Man-Droid the Orgasmatron (Siren Publishing Classic) (3 page)

“Only mine and Brian’s DNA will open that flap. No one else can, so you see, there is no need to fear exposure.” He tugged at her hair band as he spoke and pulled it free. Her hair tumbled down over her shoulders, and he massaged her scalp with just the right amount of pressure to make her sigh.

“Let me take care of you, Beth.”

Elliot sensed her confusion and unwilling surrender, and he lifted the silky strands of her hair to his nose and inhaled. If he had blood in his veins it would be fizzing. As it was, his circuits were in danger of overheating. Whatever adjustment Brian had done to his chip had activated the minute she’d run her fingers over his arm, and Elliot had a hard time keeping himself in check.

His programming was meant to focus him on the woman or man he was with, but this surge of sensation was new and exciting. Every touch, every smell, and every color seemed to burn itself into the very fabric of his existence.

Was this what it was like to be human? This intense feeling of euphoria, this need to touch and to be touched? If so, it was no wonder that humans made fools of themselves over the other sex. Elliot was no stranger to the pleasurable sensations joining his body to a human could evoke, but this went deeper than pure, programmed attraction. For the first time since he came into existence, Elliot felt, and he wasn’t sure whether he liked this sensation.

The quick diagnostic check he performed on himself every hour showed nothing amiss. His chip was working, the new connections fusing and evolving as they were meant to, and yet…there was something else at play here. Something that he couldn’t wait to explore further.

He drew Beth closer against him and smiled when she moaned and pressed herself into his long frame.

“I am not having sex with you no matter what magic you work with your hands.”

“I’m not expecting you to, but you’re tense. Let me help relax you so that you can sleep. You haven’t been sleeping enough.”

She stiffened in his arms and pulled away. If looks could kill, he would be dead right now. It was a sobering thought, and he resisted the urge to draw her back against him.

“How do you know that? I haven’t told anyone. Not even Jerry knows, so how could you possibly know that?”

“I can read you, Beth. Your muscles are aching and tired, adrenaline is rushing through your system, and you’re not breathing properly. You’re also fighting your attraction to me, even though I can smell your need.”

Her eyes went wide, and the most endearing blush spread up from her neck into her cheeks. She really was beautiful. With curves in all the right places, flawless skin, and hair the color of autumn leaves framing a heart-shaped face, with lips made for kissing. Her eyes were an unusual mix of green and silver grey, slightly too large for her face. Her features were not symmetrical enough to be classed beautiful, but that was what made her looks unique. Elliot appreciated art in all its forms, and Beth wore her emotions on her face, plain to see for anyone who cared to look. He didn’t need his advanced skills to read her at all, and he silently cursed the men in her past who made her so weary.

She had a body made for fucking, and his cock responded to his thoughts with predictable efficiency.

“That’s as may be, but it doesn’t mean I am going to let you anywhere near me. Not after what happened to Jerry.”

“Jerry was an unfortunate accident, and the model she used was an older one. I have several fail-safes in place, and I run self-diagnostics on the hour, more often when actively
engaged.
You will be perfectly safe.”

She closed her eyes and seemed to say a silent prayer. When she opened them again there was a shimmer of tears, and acting on instinct, he pulled her into his arms and simply held her. What made him do that, he couldn’t fathom by logic, but he needed to hold her in his arms and give comfort. It felt right to hold her close, and he closed his eyes and let the myriad of sensations wash over him as his synapses fired and made hitherto unused connections.

* * * *

Why the fuck was she on the verge of tears? And why did she not pull away from him, but actively burrow in closer as though he was her snuggly duvet? This was insane and so not what she’d signed up for.

Had he been a man, she would have pulled him up for his egotistical behavior, but the truth of the matter was he was only doing just that—telling the truth. Man-Droids were incapable of lying. At least that’s what she’d been told. And he didn’t give the impression that he was anything but sincere. His complete focused attention on her was a heavy aphrodisiac indeed, and the ever-growing bulge in his jeans made her throat go dry and her pussy clench in need.

She recalled that particular bit in the advertising blurb only too well. His cock would adjust to whatever girth and length would be needed to achieve maximum penetration, and enjoyment. She shuddered at the thought, and his hold on her tightened.

“I know what you need. A nice long soak in the bath whilst I rustle us up something to eat.”

The abrupt change in his demeanor made her blink, and she shrieked when he picked her up and sat her on the work top. He dropped a kiss on her nose, and the twinkle in his eyes was positively mischievous. Her lips twitched when he winked at her, and her heart skipped a beat. The man…thing…android…whatever the fuck he might be was simply clit-clenching gorgeous when he did that.

“You stay right here. One hot bath coming up.”

Before she could stop him, he’d disappeared. She could hear him rummaging around in her bathroom, and when he reappeared minutes later with her bathrobe draped over his muscled forearm, she followed his unspoken demand without hesitation.

“Strip for me and put this on.”

“I am not stripping in front of you!” And that thought really shouldn’t excite her so much that another gush of her juices soaked her underwear.

Elliot merely smiled and raised an eyebrow, and she chewed her lip with her top teeth.

“I will be over there with my back to you, preparing the vegetables for dinner, but I can watch if you’d rather?”

“I’m not… I assumed… oh, fuck. I’ll do that in the bathroom.”

She grabbed the robe off him and fled to the relative safety of her bathroom with Elliot’s laughter ringing in her ears. Trust her to get the one robot with a strange sense of humor.

An hour later and having declined several offers of having her hair washed and her back scrubbed, and thoroughly mellow after partaking in a glass or two of one of the bottles of wine she’d been saving for a special occasion, she padded into her kitchen.

The delicious smells coming from her oven made her tummy rumble loudly, and Elliot swung round. She’d changed into her comfortable jogging bottoms and baggy tee she usually wore around the house, determined to not give the impression that she was even attempting to dress up for him. Yet the way he studied her made her feel as though she had. Her nipples beaded into hard little bullets, chafing against the confines of her lacy bra, and she resigned herself to having to eat dinner sat in a thong soaked through with her arousal.

He hadn’t even touched her. Lord help her if he decided to act on the molten promise in his eyes. He held out his hand, and without thinking she took it. His large digits closed around hers, and he pulled her closer and then turned her around.

“You need to brush your hair. It will be all tangled otherwise. Let me do that for you?”

He ran his fingers through her unruly tresses in an almost reverent way, untangling the knots as he went, and Beth’s stomach tightened in need. That simple act shouldn’t feel so erotic.

He dropped a kiss on the quivering pulse point in her neck, and his hot breath skittered across the sensitive skin under her ear, sending a shiver of awareness down her spine.

“Don’t move. I’ll get your hairbrush.”

“You really don’t need to—” But he wasn’t listening, and Beth forgot about her protests as she watched the poetry in motion that was his retreating butt. Her fingers positively itched to give his ass a squeeze, and she shook her head to clear it off the erotic images invading her mind. In a flash he was back and urged her to sit on one of the kitchen chairs. He stood so close that his body heat seeped into her bones, and she closed her eyes and simply gave herself up to the sensations his touch evoked. She’d forgotten how sensual it was to have someone else brush her hair, and she lost all sense of time as he worked his magic on her tresses.

The insistent beeping of the oven timer pulled her out of her sensual haze, and she blinked several times to get her eyes to focus. He’d moved to stand in front of her, his hands either side of her neck, gently massaging her shoulders, and he smiled. Their gazes locked, and her heart turned into a jackhammer at what she read in the depths of his amber eyes. Affection, lust, determination, and so much heat it blew her away. No man had ever looked at her as though he wanted to eat her.

“I…you should probably get that.” Her voice sounded hoarse even to her own ears, and Elliot’s smile deepened. He tucked her hair behind her ears and ran a finger along her jaw and over her lips. It took all of her willpower to not give in to temptation and suck that digit into her mouth to taste it. Instead, she dropped her gaze and immediately wished she hadn’t. Sat as she was in front of him, it gave her the perfect view of the imprint of his long, thick cock straining against the confines of his zipper.

Her mouth went dry, and she licked her lips, and Elliot groaned. It was a very male, very aroused groan that she would never have expected him to make, and that made her pussy clench and more of her juices coat her nether lips.

His hold on her shoulders tightened imperceptibly, and then he stepped away and cleared his throat.

“Let’s eat.”

* * * *

Watching Beth eat was torture. The woman didn’t just eat, she made love to her food with complete abandonment, and Elliot had to adjust his cock on several occasions. Every time he ordered it into a flaccid state, one look at her luscious lips wrapped around her fork had him harden, as though he was an inexperienced human teenager incapable of controlling his appendage.

Did she know what she was doing? His eyes narrowed, and he gave up all pretense of eating himself. He didn’t need the food after all. He could assimilate food and drink to make him appear more human, in the same way as his cock could produce semenlike fluid. Another thing he suddenly seemed incapable of controlling. His boxers were sticky and getting uncomfortable, and he would not get relief any time soon.

Beth wanted him, and he had no doubt he could persuade her, but he wanted her to make the first move. There was too much wariness in her eyes when she glanced at him, and with the speed she was draining the wine he’d found, she would soon be incapable of making any rational decisions.

“So, tell me about this reunion,” he asked in as much of an effort to distract himself from his erotic thoughts, as in finding out everything he needed to know.

She snorted in disgust and put her wineglass down a bit too forcefully. The wine sloshed over the sides, and she frowned at the crimson stain appearing on the tablecloth.

“Damn it. There goes another one of those things. Anyway, surely you know all about it already. You seem to know everything else about me. Can’t you search your circuits or something and pull up my file or sommat? That’s how this works, right? Make yourself irresistible to the human you’re with so she lets you fuck her six ways from Sunday?”

There was that wall again. He could almost see the bricks getting higher around her as she spoke, and there was so much sadness in her beautiful eyes that he dug his fingers into the edge of the table to stop himself from grabbing her and doing exactly what she expected him to do.

“Not exactly, no. For starters, the women who I have been in contact with up to now want to be fucked, so I don’t usually have to persuade them. Second I am
very
good at what I do, and third, there is only so much I can find out from files. I can’t read your thoughts and memories, and to be able to pull this off I will need them. Especially as you refuse to be fucked by me, which would help at establishing the intimacy you wish us to portray tomorrow evening.”

He kept his voice low and gentle, even though he felt anything but. This whole situation would be a fuckload easier to deal with, had Brian not chosen to activate his experimental emotion chip for this assignment. Neither of them had expected it to work quite so well, and Elliot was beginning to find it impossible to distinguish between his feelings for Beth and the best logical route to take.

“Well, excuse me, Mr. Orgasmatron, for not wanting to be fucked by a
machine.
”

He shut his eyes and breathed deeply to deal with the unexpected stab of pain he felt at her impassioned words, but he didn’t seem to be able to stop his retort.

“So, this
machine
is good enough to pretend to be your boyfriend so you can dazzle some bitch or another at the reunion, but not good enough for your precious body? Is that it?”

“Oh for pity’s sake. It’s not as though you care, is it? Or is this where you’re telling me you’re that advanced that you can pretend to have actual
feelings
?”