“You’re mine,” he said reverently with his lips against her ear. “And if you ever forget it, we have all these witnesses to attest to it.”
She made a strangled sound, her cunt clenching at his possessive words.
“Say it. In front of all of them.”
“I’m yours,” she whimpered.
“Good girl,” he purred.
He caught her clit in the seam between two fingers and cranked up the vibration at the same moment that his tongue traced the shell of her ear.
Her eyes rolled back in her head. She was coming so hard she was helpless not to scream at the force of it. Her thighs seized, shaking violently as she clenched around him. She thought he would finish with her then, but he only shifted with her, dragging her down onto her side and spooning her from behind without pulling out of her.
He’d positioned her facing the screen so she could see what a mess he’d made of her. Her hair clung to her sweat-drenched skin. Her bra was halfway down her arms, exposing every lewd bob of her breasts as Sam thrust into her. His hand hooked under her knee and draped it over his bent leg, holding her open so everyone could see the slide of his cock in and out of her swollen pussy.
She whined and tried to bury her face in the pillow, the very last of her resistance, but he pushed her hair back and caught her chin, forcing her to watch the screen.
“You may as well get used to the sight,” he murmured, seating himself deep and grinding against her ass. “This is the rest of your life. I’m going to take you every day, you know that?I don’t think I can get by without seeing you like this at least that often, begging me for more or for mercy.”
“Please,” she whispered, trying to squeeze her legs shut. “I can’t take any more.”
He laughed darkly in her ear. “Oh, yes, just like that.” His fingers trailed over her hip and back between her labia.
She pushed at his wrist, but he didn’t relent.
“You’re not saying stop.”
She should. It would be that easy, but… but… “I can’t,” she whined instead.
“Oh, I think you can.” He fucked her slow and deep this time, his fingers circling over her clit at a human speed instead of vibrating. It made the climb agonizingly slow.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over the curve of her ear. “I know you don’t believe it yet, but you will. I’ll make you. I have nothing but time.”
With those sweet words, she came apart one final time, jerking in his arms. It was a gentler orgasm than the last had been, but still toe-curling in intensity. He fucked her through it, his pace rough and erratic, and he moaned low in her ear as he followed her down. Cooling relief filled her abused inner muscles, and he pulled out of her, pumping his cock as he aimed more of that soothing blue fluid over her swollen vulva.
A drone came in close for the money shot, the lens audibly whirring as it zoomed in on her. The sight of her sticky, swollen sex on the screen made her whimper with a strange cocktail of arousal and embarrassment. Yet as the last shudders of her orgasm began to subside, so too did the strange exhibitionism that had come over her. She rolled onto her hip, squeezing her knees together as anxiety strangled her.
Helplessly, she looked to Sam. He was moving in an instant, pulling her panties back up her legs and gathering her into hisarms. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, curling in on herself as he fixed her bra.
“Well, that was a rare treat indeed,” the emcee said, stepping out onto the stage. “Let’s give a round of applause to our incredible volunteer for her demonstration!”
“Are you okay?” Sam asked with his lips to her ear as his thumb swept a tear off her cheek.
They were safe to talk for the moment, every sound swept away by the thunder of applause.
“Yeah.” She didn’t know if she was lying or not.
“You’re crying,” he said disapprovingly, wiping away another tear.
“I can’t help it.” She curled tighter into him. “I’m overwhelmed.”
With a sound of frustration, he slid his arms beneath her and dragged her off the bed.
CHAPTER 41
The emcee’ssoliloquy on Automata’s state-of-the-art programming stumbled as Sam stalked past with Ophelia in his arms, but he recovered quickly. By the time they reached the edge of the stage, the curtain had begun to fall.
An angry Tiffany stormed over to them in her white lab coat, her holopad in hand.
