Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
So he had submitted willingly—K-lx wasn’t sure what that said about him. What kind of a male was he, really? He didn’t know. So much of his past had been erased. He only knew that he wanted to be close to his new Mistress and give her what she wanted. And if what she wanted was to make him come, who was he to deny her?
She dried him all over and then put the towel across the closed lid of the toilet and had him sit for her. K-lx watched as she toweled herself dry too. Gods, even though he’d just come so hard, watching her still made him throb. Kindred were multi-orgasmic, so he wasn’t soft despite his recent orgasm.
He frowned. It was funny that he knew that fact about himself, yet he still couldn’t remember his name—the name he’d had before he was a Cyborg. Well, maybe it would come to him in time.
Corinne wrapped herself in a short robe made of pink, stretchy material which clearly showed the points of her nipples. Somehow this made her body even more alluring than when she was nude—or maybe she was just always alluring, he thought, admiring her curvy form.
His throat felt dry as he watched her full breasts and tight tips rubbing against the thin fabric and he wished he could suck them. He felt he needed to for some reason. But she had ordered him not to touch her, so he sat and watched instead.
His new Mistress spent a moment drying her hair. Then she dug around in a drawer under her sink and came out holding a pair of scissors and a comb.
“I’m going to trim that hair of yours,” she told him as she wrapped a towel around his shoulders. “You’re pretty shaggy—there must have been a minor time leak in your tube that allowed your hair and beard to grow, even though you were in Stasis.”
K-lx frowned.
“Does that mean I’m much older than I was when I went in?” He frowned. “I don’t remember how old I was to start with, though.”
“You’re probably about a year older biologically than you were when you went in—judging from the length of your hair and beard,” she said. “Nothing to get worried about. Now hold still—I don’t want to give you a crooked cut.”
K-lx did as she said. Obeying her orders was easy—especially when it came to staying still while she tended to him. The way she treated him seemed to nudge something inside him—some long-buried memory…maybe of another female he had known once?
But no—all his memories had been wiped, he reminded himself. The Tollegs had said it was for the best. The furry little creatures—who looked like a cross between a Basset Hound and a Chimpanzee—were some of the best surgeons in the galaxy.
He closed his eyes and listened to the snip-snip-snip of the scissors and allowed himself to breathe in his new Mistress’s scent, which was even sweeter and more fragrant following their shower. She had come when he did—he’d felt it through their Link. The shared orgasm made him feel even closer to her and he wished again that he could take her in his arms and suck her breasts.
But her orders had been firm—he couldn’t touch her. Sighing internally,
K-lx kept his hands to himself.
9
CORINNE
Corinne finished the haircut and then trimmed his beard with a laser shaver. Then she took a step back and nodded in satisfaction. She’d taken a beauty course when she learned that she was going to be stationed by the Company in a distant station. Being able to cut hair was a skill that others were happy to barter for—it was also a good way of making friends. She’d always cut Isla’s hair and she often practiced male hair cuts on the Cyborgs.
K-lx looked much more presentable, she decided. Now she just had to replicate some sleep trousers for him…and decide where to put him for the night.
“Er…did you have a docking station. Back home, I mean?” she asked. She hadn’t seen a docking port at the back of his neck, but she still wasn’t quite sure how to recharge this kind of Unit.
He frowned.
“A what?”
“A place where you could hook up to a power source and recharge your Cybernetics and Cybertronics,” she explained.
But K-lx shook his head.
“No, Mistress. My parts are self charging—thanks to the implant in here.” He patted his well-defined abs.
“Hmm—you must have a power source in your abdomen,” Corinne murmured. Which was exactly what she’d read about the older units from the dawn of Cybernetics. The Company would probably like to know exactly how that worked—it would save them hundreds of billions of credits if they didn’t have to build expensive docking stations to charge their Cyborgs.
But what if they wanted to cut K-lx open to examine him? What if they hurt or killed him? The thought gave her a cold chill. Maybe she wouldn’t mention his self-charging mechanism in any further reports to the Chairman, she decided.