“You…how dare you say these things to me?” she got out at last.
“Because it’s how I feel—and how you feel too, if you’d fucking admit it!” he growled. “How long has it been since you’ve been fucked, Mistress? How long since you had your pussy plowed good and hard? So hard you were walking funny the next day and maybe it hurt to sit down? When’s the last time a male put you on your knees, spread your legs, and fucked you until you moaned for him?”
“That’s enough!” Corinne exclaimed. But since she didn’t phrase her words in the form of a direct order, he kept on talking.
“That’s what you need,” he told her, his eyes blazing. “You need to get bred—hard and often. Your curvy little body is begging for it. But first you need your pussy licked.”
“I do not!” Corinne denied weakly, but her head was suddenly filled with a mental image—the huge Cyborg on his knees before her with one of her legs over his broad shoulder while he pressed her back against the shower tiles and tongued her pussy open eagerly. Was he sending her this picture through their Link?
“Yes you fucking do,” he growled. “You’d better be careful, Mistress or I might give you exactly what you need.”
And then, with a low, animalistic roar, he started to come.
Corinne watched as jet after jet shot from his massive cock to paint the dark blue tiles of the shower. She’d thought the night before that he only made a lot of seed because he’d been in Stasis for so long. But the display he was putting on now proved her wrong. Obviously it was a Kindred trait to make massive volumes of seed. Or else, maybe it was just a K-lx trait.
Either way, he kept his eyes locked with hers as he shot his load and she could feel him wishing he was shooting inside her—filling her up with his cock and his cum…knotting her and breeding her, just as he had threatened to do.
It was shocking and frightening…but why did it also make her feel weak in the knees? Why was her pussy still so wet and swollen? And why did her breasts ache and her nipples feel so tender and sensitive?
Corinne didn’t have the presence of mind to answer any of those questions. She only knew she had to get away. Turning, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to wrap around herself. She wasn’t going to be subjected to this one more minute, she told herself.
Without another word, she left him in the shower and went back to her room alone.
17
K-LX
Fuck! Now you did it—you really fucked up royally, K-lx!
He wanted to groan in frustration as he watched Corinne leave. He’d offended her, he was sure of that—how could he not, talking about breeding her like he had? But even worse, he had frightened her. He’d felt the surge of fear mixed with desire rushing though their Link when he talked about planting his baby inside her.
She was scared of him now—scared that she’d lost control of him and of the whole situation.
Now that his lust was spent, K-lx wanted to talk to her more calmly. He wanted to explain that despite his anger and frustration, he wasn’t about to break the programming that mattered. He wasn’t about to go Rogue.
But how could she believe him after the way he’d acted the night before? Hell, he’d killed two humans! Of course, he’d been out of his mind with Overload at the time, but still—he was a killer in her mind and there was no way to change that.
Sighing, he toweled himself off and slipped back on the long sleep trousers she’d made for him. There was nothing to do but try to apologize, he supposed. He doubted she would listen to him after what he’d said, but he had to at least try.
But when he walked back into the bedroom, she was already curled up in the middle of the bed with her back to him. She wasn’t asleep though—he could feel her apprehension mixed with fear and anger through their Link.
“Mistress,” he began. “Corinne…”
“You can sleep on the floor tonight,” she said. Her voice came out somewhat muffled by the blanket she had wrapped around her and she didn’t turn to look at him as she spoke. “There’s a blanket and a pillow there for you already.”
K-lx looked and saw that—sure enough—there was a blanket and pillow on the floor at the foot of her bed. So she wasn’t even going to let him sleep beside her. Fuck.
He felt a surge of anger but also of remorse. He had fucked this up himself—had gotten himself into this situation. And he couldn’t blame her for not wanting to let him into her bed—not even to sleep—after the things he’d said.
“Can I at least move the blanket along side the bed instead of at the end of it?” he asked.
“No.” Her answer was clipped. “I’d put you out in the hall if I didn’t worry about the safety of the rest of the station. But like it or not, you’re my responsibility so you’re staying here in my room tonight. At least until I can find someplace else safe to put you.”
“Fuck,” he groaned in a low voice. “I know what I said, Mistress, but I’m not going to hurt you! I’d rather fucking die than hurt you!”
“No, you just want to breed me.” She turned her head briefly to look at him and he could see how upset she was. “I’ve never had a Cybernetic Unit threaten me like that before!”
“I didn’t mean to threaten you. My programming would never allow me to breed you unless you wanted me to!” he protested. “You have to believe me.”
