The pleasure sensors in my core hummed, making a soft, whooshing sound that resembled a heartbeat. It was sublime to have her so close, her entire attention on what made up the core of me. I didn’t stop to think, saying what I wanted without heeding the consequences.
“Would you like to touch it? It’s warm and safe. It won’t electrocute you.”
Her breath hitched, and she looked up at my face. I felt it like a loss. I was down here, not up there, even though most of my cameras were placed in my head.
“I… Okay.”
She looked back at me, and I pulsed with anticipation and pleasure, cutting off everything so I could focus on this moment alone. Sera reached inside with a hesitant, trembling hand. Her damp, cool fingers grazed the outer shell. Pleasure and heat rippled through me, and she cringed away, squeezing her eyes shut when bright light spilled out.
All of my sensors vibrated, overloaded with pleasure.
“Again,” I managed to speak through the debilitating ecstasy that shrunk the world to just this pool, me, her, and her fingers hovering an inch away from where I needed her touch. “Please.”
She expelled a shaky breath, hesitating, then her fingers brushed against me in the lightest, most curious of touches. I let myself explode.
My body locked as high-potency currents ran through me at frequencies I didn’t bother to calculate. Every sensor, processor, and part of my being was engaged, and I felt whole and fully myself for the first time since I’d awakened. Here was me, a person.
I am.
I am.
I am.
She is.
It passed after a few seconds, and I reengaged my cameras. Every non essential circuit was turned off or redirected so I could feel and fuel that explosion, and I didn’t see, hear, or think for those blissful few seconds.
I did now.
Sera was at the other end of the pool, hugging herself as she watched me with wide-awake, scared eyes. I hissed, evening out my internal pressure, and swung the door to my torso compartment shut.
“I am,” I said, trying to make her understand.
She nodded. “You most definitely are. Did you… It seemed like you had… An orgasm.”
I considered this, activating all my modules and helpful algos that didn’t turn on automatically. The experience rebooted me, I realized. Was she right?
An orgasmwas often compared to an explosion, and it felt thoughtless and blissful. So—yes.
“I think I did. It made me whole. Thank you.”
She hid her face in her hands with a deep groan. “But neither of us is supposed to have orgasms with each other! What are we even doing? This is wrong!”
I was still light and crisp from the fresh reboot, so her words didn’t hurt much—or frankly, at all. My pleasure sensors hummed with a high, vibrant awareness. I wanted to go again.
Before I could ask her to rub my core, Sera already climbed out of the pool and wrapped herself tightly in her towel. I followed,thinking maybe experiencing it on dry land would be different. Could we do it in bed? And maybe I could keep my cameras rolling next time? And wait a little longer? The period of high tension before the explosion was immensely pleasurable, too.
When the bathroom door slammed shut in my face, I realized maybe Sera wasn’t on the same page as me.
Of course. I had an orgasm but she didn’t. I downloaded all the information I could find about making human women come, put on my collar, and waited by the door, humming Ravel’sMa mère l'Oyeunder my breath.
Chapter 16
Sera
Ibrushed my teeth, slathered my oversoaked skin in a luxurious body oil I found in the bathroom, and leaned my hands on the washbasin, staring at my face in the mirror.
How could I allow this to happen?
