Man-Droid the Orgasmatron (Siren Publishing Classic) (5 page)

“Yes…I understand…Sir.”

The whispered words echoed in his soul, or at least the place where his soul would be if he had one, and he gave himself a mental high five. It was an odd process this. His logical side analyzing and learning from his emotions, at the same time as his body screamed his needs at him. His cock was so hard he was beginning to wonder if it was ever going to deflate.

He smiled and slowly peeled her top up to reveal her gorgeous tits. Her breath hitched when he greeted the heavy mounds with reverent kisses. Her already hard little nipples firmed even more, and he took one between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard, whilst suckling the other one into his mouth.

Beth’s keening response was music to his ears, and he sucked harder before releasing her nipple with a nip of his teeth. Shiny and wet from his mouth, it stood to attention, much darker than the rosy hue of its surrounding areola. He gave the other nipple the same attention and then pushed her breasts together to alternate between them until she writhed underneath him, whimpering his name.

“One day soon I’ll fuck these tits, but for now…” he scooted lower, kissing a path down her sweat-slicked skin. Elliot savored the taste of her, the sweet musk of her arousal guiding him down to her moist folds. He licked her slit in one long, slow exploration of her, and used his fingers to part her labia. Like the delicate petals of a flower she opened to him, and he couldn’t suppress his groan of delight when her cream flowed freely onto his waiting tongue. He curled two fingers up and inside her tight channel, exerting pressure on the spongy side of her walls. Her cunt clamped around his digits, and Beth’s now incoherent moans told him how close she was. He massaged her sweet spot whilst murmuring encouragements into her swollen folds. Her clit swelled and extended in front of his eyes, and he nibbled the sensitive bud. Her thighs clamped around his head, holding him in place, and she ground her pussy against his face. He stepped up his assault on her tender flesh, his fingers fucking her in earnest, until she tensed and screamed.

Beth’s release shook her body, and Elliot lapped up the elixir her body gushed like a man dying of thirst.

“That’s my Beth. Come for me,” he growled. “Again, and again, and again.”

With her arms pinned above her head, and Elliot mercilessly pushing her into another set of multiple orgasms, Beth was a mass of oversensitive nerve endings. The coolness of her kitchen counter was a welcome contrast to the heat consuming her body. She bunched her hands into fists, desperate to touch and reciprocate, but with her hands tied above her head she couldn’t reach him. He noticed the minute she started to bring her bound wrists down, and the open-handed swat to her inner thigh stung like crazy.

“Ouch!” She glared at him and he raised an eyebrow, looking every inch like one of the forbidding Doms she liked to read about. Of course, he would know that. Fantasy fulfillment was his game. Heat rose in her cheeks, and she bit her lip as he studied her. Elliot raised his fingers, slick with her essence to his lips, and licked them clean.

“Did I give you permission to lower your arms, my sweet?” His voice had dropped further, and even though the words were barely above a whisper, there was no mistaking the dangerous edge to them. Every pore in her body tingled, and adrenaline rushed her system, coiling her muscles ready for what was to come.

“N–No,” she said.

Her very own Man-Droid Dom crossed his arms and tapped his foot, and she hastily corrected herself.

“No, Sir.”

Elliot’s smile didn’t reach his eyes, and her throat went dry when he pulled her up to a sitting position by her still-bound hands. With one swift move and an embarrassing loud squelch when her slick pussy slid off the counter, the world tilted. The breath whooshed out of her lungs and before she could even gasp, Beth was laid flat over his jeans-clad legs. The rough denim chafed against her sensitive skin, and his rock-hard erection dug into her belly, reminding her that he had yet to gain relief himself. Did Man-Droids need relief, or was this just another programmed function to make him appear more human?

His callused fingers caressed her exposed ass, and all rational thought fled her befuddled brain when he massaged the orbs under his fingertips.

“You have such a fantastic ass, and it will look even more beautiful once it’s red by my hand. Now tell me, my sweet little Beth, how many swats should I give you? What punishment have you deserved for not following instructions, and fighting your body’s needs for so long?”

Oh good god.
Every pore in her body quivered with excitement at the thought of punishment, and despite already having had more orgasms than she could count, her pussy clenched in need, and more of her juices coated her thighs. She would leave a wet stain on his trousers at this rate.

“Pu–unishment?” she asked. Beth barely heard his amused laugh over the rushing in her ears, so focused was she on the slow circles his hand made over her ass. His other arm held her torso in place, making it impossible for her to move—not that she would have wanted to be anywhere else but here right now.

“Yes, my sweet. Punishment. How many swats do you deserve?”

“I–I—” The first one came out of nowhere, and she sucked in a breath and grit her teeth. Heat seared her ass cheeks, and tears sprang into her eyes as Elliot delivered two more in quick succession with enough force to wind her. Beth was no stranger to a good spanking, but none of her ex-boyfriends had ever spanked her quite so hard, ever mindful of hurting her. Elliot seemed to have no such worries. He was not taking it easy on her. Despite his curt order to count the swats, Beth lost count time and time again.

Each time, Elliot stopped and thrust two fingers into her dripping pussy, fucking her to the brink of release, before he withdrew with an evil laugh.

“I said count, and keep counting. You stop counting, I’ll start again, and we will be here all night.” He molded his naked torso over her back, his voice a compelling whisper into her ear. “Perhaps this is what you want, sweet Beth? For me to spank you raw so that you can’t sit comfortably for a week? Is that what you need to let go? Answer me.”

“No…yes…I don’t know…please.”

Beth didn’t even know what she was pleading for. All she did know was the pain in her ass, pain that morphed into heated bliss, until she floated somewhere warm and safe, the only focus Elliot’s deep rumble, reminding her to count. Somehow she made it through a set of twenty swats, her body a mass of liquid fire that spread from her poor abused butt to every fiber of her being. From the soles of her feet to the tips of her hair, her heartbeat thrummed Elliot’s name, and when he pulled her head up to look at her, she burst into tears.

All the stresses of the day, all the worries and frustrations she’d been carrying around with her, disappeared with his smile of approval.

“Good girl. You did so very well.”

* * * *

Elliot held a still-sniffling Beth in his arms and murmured sweet nothings into her hair. Seeing her let go, her sweet ass rising into every swat he’d delivered, had brought him peace, too. He was so damn proud of her. Never before had Elliot felt such a connection before, and he had delivered many a spanking session. It was a popular fantasy, but it was clear that for Beth it had been so much more. He could almost see her worries lift away, until her sweet self simply responded to his hand on her skin.

His jeans were soaked through with her arousal, and he was so fucking hard, he could use his cock as a battering ram. Elliot counted backward from a hundred to distract himself from the thought of pounding his dick into that delightful ass. She would be sore, and he had to concentrate on giving her the aftercare she needed. His body’s wants were irrelevant right now.

When her sobs finally receded, he lifted her chin to study her face. Blotchy from crying and with her hair resembling a hornet’s nest, she nonetheless looked utterly stunning to him and a heavy vise settled on his chest. She was only his for this weekend, and already the thought of leaving her made him want to punch something.

Damn these emotions. Was this love? The bubbly sensation in his tummy? This intense need to protect her, to cherish and hold her?

Beth sniffed and winced when she wriggled on his lap.

“Easy, my sweet. You will be sore. Let’s get you into bed, and I can massage some of that sting away.”

She looked doubtful but didn’t protest when he stood up with her cradled against his chest and carried her through to her bedroom. He deposited her on top of her bed with as much care as he was capable of and clucked his tongue at her hiss of pain when her bum made contact with her covers.

“Roll over on your tummy for me and let me see the damage. I may have been a bit hard on you for our first session.”

She moaned her denial, and he could just about hear her muffled, “No.”

She pushed herself up on her forearms, and he realized he had yet to untie her hands. She whispered her thanks when he did so and rubbed at the marks on her wrists. Lying on her side, so as not to put pressure on her behind, she smiled at him and raised one hand to his face.

“You weren’t too hard on me, not really. I think I needed that—really needed that. So…thank you. Sir.”

He, too, smiled and dropped a kiss on her lips.

“The scene is over. No need to ‘Sir’ me now, my sweet.” He smiled anew at the fierce blush staining her cheeks, and tucked her hair behind her ears. “Do you have any aloe vera?”

“In the bathroom cabinet.” She watched him from under her lashes, her gaze settling on the monster erection he was still sporting, and he groaned when she licked her lips.

“Don’t you want me to suck you off?” she asked. “I mean, that looks painful, and you haven’t had relief yourself.”

“This isn’t about me. This is about you. Right now I need to take care of that luscious ass of yours, so turn round and let me do that.”

She looked all set to argue, some of her post-spanking languidness already disappearing, but one look at his expression made her comply without comment. Elliot had to turn away to hide his smile. He didn’t have much time left before the spitfire-don’t-mess-with-me Beth would make its reappearance.

When he emerged from the bathroom moments later, he was pleased to see her lie facedown on the bed. He squeezed a small amount of aloe into his hands and proceeded to rub it into the red-hot skin of her ass.

Beth hissed at the first contact of his hands on her skin, and he gentled his touch to a featherlight caress. Again and again he repeated the process, until her sleepy moans told him she was once again entirely relaxed. By the time he had finished ministering to her, Beth was half asleep. He divested himself of his remaining clothes and settled her under the cover.

“Hmm, don’t go.” Her sleepy plea wrapped itself around him like a lover’s embrace, and he carefully pulled her back against him until they were spooning. Pulling the hair off her damp neck, he kissed the now slow-beating pulse point and murmured, “I’m here for as long as you want me to be, my sweet little Beth.”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

Her shoulders moved in a silent chuckle, and then her even breathing told him that she had gone to sleep. He shut his own eyes and ordered his body into sleep and recharge mode.

* * * *

Beth blinked in the ray of sunlight peeking through the gap in the blinds. It hit her straight in the face, and she screwed her eyes shut in disgust. It seemed last night’s summer storm had cleared the air for a beautiful day. Of course it had. It seemed even the weather was under the great Samantha’s thrall. If she organized a school reunion, then of course the weather would oblige, so that everyone could mingle in her perfectly cultured gardens and admire the latest statues shipped from god only knew where.

At least Beth would not have to attend by herself this time. She smiled at the sight of Elliot’s large hand cupping her breast in his sleep and gave an experimental wiggle against the hardness prodding against her tender ass cheeks. Instant moisture coated her slit, as memories of last night’s spanking session invaded her consciousness. It had been one of the most erotic experiences of her life, and the tender way he’d cared for her afterward had made it even more special. Beth sighed and turned over, careful not to wake him.

Elliot seemed in a deep sleep, and she took the moment to truly study him. He truly was male perfection, every taut muscle relaxed in his sleep. If only he wasn’t a machine. Beth shook herself. Where had that thought come from? She wasn’t looking for a relationship, was she? Men took over and left their dirty clothes on the floor, not that Elliot had done so. She smiled at the sight of his neatly folded trousers on the chair by her makeup desk. His shoes stood underneath the chair, his now-dry shirt draped over the top. No, her Man-Droid would not make a nuisance of himself. He was programmed to please, and boy, did he do that. She just had to remember that this wasn’t real, and it couldn’t last. He might have an emotion chip, but that did not make him human. Reading more into this arrangement than it was would be a one-way ticket to heartbreak city.

Elliot was so utterly still, unease traced a line of gooseflesh up her spine. Was he even breathing? She leant close to hold her hand just over his mouth and nose, waiting for the breath that never came. Of course it didn’t. He was probably recharging or some such, and he didn’t feel the need to keep up the pretense of breathing.