A low sound somewhere between a growl and a groan rumbled through him and for a moment his whole massive, muscular body tightened up. Corinne felt the internal struggle going on in him through their Link. He had doubtless been a proud and dominant warrior in his former life—she supposed no one had ever ordered him to open for them before.
At last, his programming won over his reluctance. Or maybe he just decided he wanted to open for her. At any rate, his big body relaxed and he even spread his thighs for her.
“As you wish, Mistress,” he growled hoarsely. “I’ll submit to you…this time.”
“You must always submit,” Corinne lectured as she slipped her fingers further inward. Her middle finger had the shortest nail—it had broken and she’d cut it down a day before. So this was the one she used when she found his rosebud and began to circle it.
K-lx growled again and shifted from foot to foot. He reminded her of a big, dangerous animal that was barely in control. But he must learn to trust her and submit to her—otherwise the Handler/Cyborg relationship between them would be skewed in the wrong direction.
“Easy, K-lx,” she murmured as she pushed calming feelings through their Link and slowly slipped her finger inward. “Easy now. Just open for me and let me wash you.”
“I’m…trying…Mistress.” His voice came out ragged and hoarse. “Goddess! I can feel your little finger inside me!”
“That’s because I’m cleaning you,” Corinne murmured. Honestly, she could hardly believe she was doing this. And she wouldn’t have been doing it if she felt serious resistance or distaste through their Link. But though she felt her new Cyborg’s reluctance, it was laced with desire and lust as well. He wanted this, he just wasn’t quite sure how to take it.
“Good, K-lx. You’re being so good to let me in,” she murmured again as she reached deeper into him. He was tight and hot inside and she felt for the little spot she knew was there from her extensive study of male anatomy. (It had been a required course in the Cybernetics academic track since all Cyborgs were male.)
“Gods!” K-lx groaned, shifting again as she found the spot and started rubbing. “Mistress, if you’re not careful, you’ll make me come!” he warned.
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” Corinne told him. “Didn’t I tell you I’d take care of you?”
“Yes, but I thought you were going to jerk me off—not finger-fuck my ass,” he growled, looking over his shoulder.
“I’ll make you come however I want to—I am your Handler,” she reminded him sternly. “Now I want you to lean forward and brace your hands against the shower wall.”
He gave her another look, but obeyed at once, leaning forward and placing his hands on the wet tiles. This caused his legs to open even more and gave her easy access to his cock, which was exactly what Corinne wanted.
Reaching around with her left hand, she grasped his thickness in her palm and began to stroke.
“Oh Goddess! Mistress!” His hips bucked and his metal fingers pressed so hard against the tiles they began to crack.
“Easy, K-lx,” she murmured soothingly. “Just let the pleasure take you. Relax and let me make you come. I want you to shoot for me—I want to see your seed.”
Her words seemed to have a profound effect on the big Cyborg. He groaned and began pumping his hips, fucking her hand as she gripped him. At the same time, Corinne kept rubbing the spot inside him, massaging it to bring him closer to the edge.
Through their Link, she felt his pleasure growing. He had been in Stasis for hundreds of years—that was a lot of pent-up tension. He needed this orgasm, Corrine thought. And for some reason, she felt she needed to give it to him—even though she’d never done this for any other Unit she’d worked with.
She could feel her nipples tingling and her pussy getting hot and wet as she worked him. The intense pleasure he felt was washing back to her, through their Link. This was certainly something that had never happened to her before, but Corinne decided to go with it. She probably shouldn’t let herself come when he did…but she was no longer sure she could help it.
“Gods, Mistress…so…fucking…close!” he growled out as he pumped into her hand.
“Good—I want you close. I want to feel you coming,” Corinne told him. “Shoot for me, K-lx. I want to watch you come for me!”
Her words seemed to push him over the edge and she went with him—a whipcrack orgasm rushing through her as, with a final groan, the big Cyborg pressed forward and she felt his thick shaft grow even thicker in her hand.
Then the first jet of thick white cream spurted from the tip of his cock, painting the dark blue tiles of the shower. Another jet followed…and another and another and another.
Corinne panted as pleasure twisted in her belly and watched in awe. She’d never been with any man who produced this kind of volume! She wondered if it was because he’d been in Stasis for so long…or was this normal for a Kindred? Since the space-faring race had left Earth hundreds of years ago, she had no idea.
At last the spurts of cum stopped and K-lx stood there panting, leaning against the shower wall as he caught his breath.
“That was very good, K-lx,” Corinne praised him gently. She slipped her finger out of his rosebud and released his cock. “You came for me very well,” she added.
“Didn’t have much fucking choice with you fucking me and stroking me at the same time,” he growled, but she didn’t feel any ire through their Link. What she did feel was profound tiredness. Which made sense.
Though Cyborgs were made to keep going, even under the most difficult conditions, the stress K-lx had gone through tonight was more mental and emotional. Corinne knew from experience that it could be even more draining than physical exertion.
She felt a surprising surge of tenderness towards the big Cyborg. She had claimed him just now. He was hers—utterly hers as far as she was concerned. And it was time to let him rest.
