“You’re in charge, Mistress!” he groaned. Fuck, but the woman was driving him to the brink! Only his programming kept him from snapping and rolling her under him for an extremely thorough tongue bath, followed by a long, deep fucking where he knotted her and filled her pussy with his cream.
“And when I give you an order, you’re going to obey me—right?” she demanded.
“Yes, Mistress!” Gods, he was getting so fucking close…
“And if I tell you not to hurt anyone in the station—even if they say rude things to me—you’re going to obey, right? Tell me the truth!”
K-lx growled in frustration but he couldn’t hold back from telling what he really thought.
“No! That Silas fucker had better keep his distance or I’ll fucking end him!” he snarled. “I don’t want him anywhere near you, Mistress! If he messes with you I’m going to fuck him up!”
And that was when she stopped stroking him and took her hand away.
“Mistress, what the fuck?” K-lx groaned and pumped up into empty air. His cock was aching and she was just sitting there!
“The way you’re talking is making me wonder about your programming, K-lx,” she said frowning, just as if she hadn’t brought him right to the brink and then abandoned him. “You can’t talk about ‘fucking up’ Silas or anyone else in the station. Not even if they’re rude to me. Cybernetics is a male dominated profession—there is always going to be a male somewhere who’s talking disrespectfully.”
K-lx’s entire body was tight with frustration.
“Nobody is going to get away with disrespecting you or hurting you while I’m here, Mistress. You’re mine!” His voice came out in a primitive roar.
“You can’t say that!” she admonished. “You’re my Cyborg and I’m your Handler—you don’t own me, K-lx. I own you.”
“Yes, you fucking do and I’ll fucking acknowledge your dominance all day long if you want me to,” he growled. “But you belong to me too, Mistress. You’re mine to protect…and mine to pleasure, if you’ll only fucking let me!”
Corinne frowned.
“No more of that. Come on—we’re going to the shower.”
“What, now?” K-lx couldn’t keep up with her. “Are you going to fucking leave me hanging?”
“Enough questions—come to the shower,” she ordered again.
And since it was a direct order, he had to obey.
But that didn’t mean he had to fucking like it.
16
CORINNE
Corinne wasn’t going to leave him in such an intense state of arousal—that would be dangerous. The manual had said K-Unit Cyborgs needed a sexual release every night and she intended to give him one. But not the way he wanted.
She wasn’t pleased with the way their session had gone. She’d been trying to strengthen his programming, but she wasn’t at all sure she’d succeeded. No matter how she tried to make him promise not to hurt any of the male scientists who were rude to her—and it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence—he refused and insisted he would hurt anyone who disrespected her.
This response was unacceptable, as far as Corinne was concerned. Not that she liked being disrespected—she didn’t. But nobody deserved to die or get mangled by an angry Cyborg for being rude.
And then there was the matter of the big K-Unit’s extreme possessiveness. They had barely known each other twenty-four hours and yet he was insisting she was his. That was a dangerous trait in a Cyborg—it made her wonder if that was why more of the K-Units hadn’t been made. Maybe their Kindred DNA made them too territorial to be obedient.
She took K-lx into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The minute it was hot, she ordered him inside. Then she slipped off her nightgown and followed him in.
“Hands to yourself, K-lx,” she ordered, when he raised them to cup her breasts. They still felt heavy with nectar, but Corinne barely noticed anymore. She was too invested in driving her lesson home.
“Mistress…” K-lx looked angry and rebellious but she could still feel how much he wanted her. “Mistress, please,” he growled, ducking his head to come down from his great height and meet her gaze. “Let’s just talk about this—can’t we?”
His words gave Corinne pause…but only for a moment. This had gone too far—she still had to establish dominance.
“Face the wall, hands on the tiles,” she directed. “And spread your legs for me.”
