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)
No, stop! I have to stop thinking this way—what’s wrong with me? Is the DEE compound compromising my thinking somehow? Is it acting like some kind of aphrodisiac?
K-lx seemed to sense her ragged emotions—he was no doubt feeling them through their Link.
“Is there something the matter, Mistress?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
“No, nothing’s the matter,” Corrine denied hastily.
“Are we going to take another shower together?” was his next question. “Are you going to make me come for you…or would you like it better if I made you come?” His pale blue eyes roved over her body. “I’d love to taste you, Mistress…love to feel you coming on my tongue…”
All right—this is too much! I can’t put up with this kind of insolence or I’ll lose all control of him.
It was a dangerous situation for a Handler to be in, when their Cyborg had taken the upper hand. Without a firm reminder of who was in charge, it could easily lead to a Rogue situation. Not that Corinne really thought the big K-Unit would go crazy and start killing people…but she wasn’t going to take any chances.
Lifting her chin, she gave him a stern look.
“That’s enough of that kind of talk,” she said sternly. “I won’t tolerate insolence, K-lx.” Before he could protest, she pointed a finger at him. “I want you to strip and sit back against the headboard with your hands by your sides. Stay there and don’t move unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”
His eyes widened but he nodded obediently.
“Yes, Mistress. I understand.”
“Good—now do as you were told.”
Immediately he rose and began stripping off his boots, shirt, and uniform trousers. When he was nude, it was clear to Corinne that, though he was surprised by her sudden dominance, he was by no means put off by it. His massive cock was achingly erect, the broad head brushing his chiseled abs.
Rather than deterring her, his obvious lust seemed to tighten a wire inside her. She would show him who was boss—who was the Handler…the Mistress. She would teach him a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget, she decided.
She went into the bathroom without another word and changed into a nightgown she’d been keeping for a special occasion. She’d bought it for when her ex, Artie, was still aboard the station but hadn’t gotten a chance to wear it. Now she put it on and looked at herself in the viewer.
The nightgown was made of red, see-through, synthetic silk material which clearly showed her tight nipples and swollen breasts. It tied in the middle with a single bow and would spread open easily if she decided to untie it. There were a tiny pair of red see-through panties that went with it which showed her pussy—which was getting extremely wet for some reason.
Corinne told herself her arousal was not a big deal—what mattered now was establishing dominance over a dangerous Cyborg in the only way she could. She brushed out her hair and stalked back through to the bedroom.
K-lx was sitting back against the headboard, just as she had ordered, with his hands at his sides. When he saw her, they curled into massive metal fists and his eyes went dark.
“Mistress,” he growled. “You look like a fucking goddess!”
“That’s enough out of you,” she said smoothly. Walking over, she climbed onto the bed and straddled him. Standing over him, she looked down and gave him a stern look. “You’re going to sit still and do what I say and keep your hands to yourself,” she said, looking into his eyes. “Am I understood?”
A low rumble of desire rose from his throat but he didn’t move.
“Gods, yes, Mistress. You’re understood,” he growled.
“Good.” Corinne ran her hands down her body. “You like what you see, don’t you?” she purred, running her fingers over her breasts to show him how full they were. The nectar inside was making them incredibly sensitive, but somehow that only made her hotter.
“Fuck yes!” He was breathing hard now.
“And what would you like to do to me?” Corinne demanded.
“Like to fucking rip that little red dress off to start with. Those panties too.” He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring. “I can smell how hot you’re getting, Mistress. “Your little pussy is all wet for me, isn’t it?”
Corinne’s heart was pounding, but she wasn’t about to let him get the upper hand verbally.
“See for yourself,” she said and slipped the panties off. Then she pressed the damp fabric to his nose. “Go on,” she taunted. “Breath me in, K-lx. But don’t touch,” she added, because his hands were twitching at his sides, as though he was aching to grab her.
The big Cyborg inhaled deeply, his pale eyes going hooded with desire.
“Gods, Mistress, this is fucking torture!” he groaned.
“No, this is torture,” Corinne told him.
Then she lowered herself and began to grind against his thick shaft.