Kiahn’s expression scrunches a little. “Not if that’s a bad thing. I don’t want you to be afraid of it - of me.”
A laugh escapes me on an exhale. “I’m not afraid of you, or your giant dick, don’t wor-” I suck in a breath, caught off-guard by the way Kiahn is at my back, grabbing my wrist and placing my hand on the chest of the hologram in front of us.
“Then explore,” he commands in a husky tone. “You have my permission to dowhatever you wantwith my‘giant dick’.”
I have to tilt my head up and back to look up at him. The real Kiahn towers over me - the holographic one does, too. And it’snow that I realize that I feel pretty small, practically sandwiched between these two as they both gaze down at me.
Two Kiahns.
Woo, boy.
The skin beneath my palm feels so strangely real. As real as the chest rising and falling behind me. And the growing bulge pressing into the small of my back, too.
But this hologram? It-… it really feels like it’s there. It’s warm. Just as warm as the large, real hand that covers mine, keeping it in place. “Why isn’t my hand falling through him?” I ask, my voice sounding scratchy. “I can feel resistance, as if he’s-… as if you’re really there.”
“It’s the simulator room,” Kiahn explains, his words tickling my hair as I feel him duck down to talk to me. “In here, the systems can replicate solid masses, textures, and sounds based on what your mind expects to experience. You can request almost anything of the system, and it will appear. You can touch it,” he says, moving my hand down his chest - his clone’s chest, “you can feel it,” he continues as our hands continue their path downward towardsMoby Dickdown there, “and it should react how you think it will.”
His holographic clone - his ‘permission’ - is watching us, his chest rising and falling as his head is tilted down, as if anticipating the part where I wrap my hand around his length.
I pull my hand away, and Kiahn’s permission disappears. Curiously, I reach out into the nothing before me - right where he had been taking up space. There’s nothing there anymore.
“Here, let me show you how to use it,” real Kiahn says, reaching into his pocket and putting another of those sticky patches to his temple.
“I-I don’t want to watch you with another woman,” I blurt, turning to face him. “Even if that woman is… me.”
He smirks, and shakes his head, leaning in to say, “Just let me show you how to play with me, Niska”
22
Chapter 22 - Niska
“Come, sit,” Kiahn tells me, and even though his mind had conjured seating - seating that looks exactly like the leather booth back at Star Pleasures, where we’d met - he takes up the entirety of the new space, and doesn’t indicate where he’d like for me to sit. That is, until after a moment or two of me just staring at him, Kiahn’s eyes quickly dart down to his lap as he shifts his hips.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I ask, crossing my arms. “I thought you were a big, dangerous brute with an uncontrollable urge to bite me?”
Kiahn smirks up at me and holds out his hand. “I am,” he says as I take his offered palm. He uses his other large hand on my hip to turn me, guiding me to sit on his lap with my back to him. “But someone once said I should learn to trust myself.”
I can’t help but smirking at that. “That someone sounds very smart.”
“She is,” Kiahn says with such finality, that it brokers no argument, and I find myself smiling even wider, though he can’t see it. That smile is tempered however, when his big body shifts beneath me, moving his butt down the seat, taking me with him. In this position, his upper half is almost horizontal behind me. “Lean back against me,” he commands, gently guiding me by my upper arms until it’s like I’m using him as my own personal sun lounger. “Take your undergarments off.”
I stiffen, and almost shoot back up again, but I don’t. I trust Kiahn - I do. Just like he’s trying to trust himself right now. Besides, by this point I’ve been in all different states of undress with him.
And we’ll be doing this for real pretty soon, anyway.
My breathing sounds loud in my ears as I prop my feet up on his powerful thighs and push down, lifting my hips so I can shuffle down the silky short-like underwear I’d been given. I plop the dark plum fabric on the stark white floor of the simulator room and lay back against Kiahn, rearranging his shirt I’m wearing so I’m still covered. His chin fits perfectly over the top of my head, and I can feel him swallow thickly at the back of my skull, my head practically bobbing with the movement.
“Make my permission appear, Niska,” he tells me, his voice quiet and scratchy.
It takes a moment of concentration, but the holographic Kiahn appears in front of us. Fully naked again. Fully erect.
“What do you want him to do to you?” The real Kiahn asks, his words a low rumble I can feel at my back.
“I-”
God, whatdon’tI want him to do to me?
The naked Kiahn towers over us as his eyes rake down my form, pausing at the hem of the shirt I’m wearing.
