And now they knew I was in Japan. Oh, this was dire. My plan had to be perfect.
Clanker ordered a large package of clothes for me without asking first, and it arrived during the day. He engaged some sort of fashion algorithm, arranging the clothes into outfits he deemed perfect. I let him play and dressed without fussing when he offered me clothes. It was nice to wear something clean that wasn’t a bathrobe.
My ideas grew more and more ridiculous the longer I tried to come up with a plan. By the time the sky darkened with dusk, I was ready to tear out my hair from frustration.
“What if I dress up as a Zenkyoza robot?” I asked, grabbing Clanker’s shoulders in a maniacal grip. “That would serve them just right! I bet I could get in—would they forbid their own robot from coming in? Ha!”
My clanker sat cross-legged by a low table from where he watched me, doing God knew what inside his head. When I grabbed his shoulders, leaning over him, he tipped his head back and studied my face.
I flushed and pushed away. Or rather, I tried to. He snaked his arm around my waist and lay on his back, pulling me with him until I straddled his hips. He thrust into me, and I froze.
My nerves were frayed, I was out of my mind with restless energy, and I really, really wanted to stop punishing myself. Just for a bit. Ten minutes.
“My reliable information source says orgasms are excellent for getting mental clarity.”
I stared at him, knowing I grew hotter by the minute. To mask my reaction, I snorted.
“Yeah, right. Clarity as in ‘I really shouldn’t have fucked that guy’.”
And yet, you seem unable to get up. Clanker slut, I told myself. But I was already doomed, wasn’t I?
“There won’t be any fucking since I lack the necessary equipment,” he said, folding his hands under his head in a hot underwear model pose.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, not moving from my seat. It was warm, hard, and rocked gently. And gosh, oh, I felt it. I hadn’t really relaxed in days, and my body coiled with tension. Tension that needed out. Preferably through my clit.
“That’s it. Keep your eyes closed,” he said, his voice the softest, most beguiling purr. “You don’t have to do anything, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”
I gasped, opening my eyes. “You… You… Stop that right now.”
He blinked at me. “But why? You like it. Your hips are moving, which I have learned from my sources is a great sign.”
I stopped immediately. My body throbbed, urging me for friction, and I swallowed a groan of frustration. I wanted it so much, but it was still a horrible idea.
“But… You’re a virgin,” I said, nodding to myself. Yes, this was a good reason to stop. I wasn’t about to debauch my innocent Clanker.
“You already took my virginity, though. You touched my core. That’s a very private part, don’t you know? And you made me come. I simply want to return the favor. Would you get up for me?”
Well, then. I couldn’t think of any other arguments. Or think at all, really.
I stumbled up on shaky legs, and he stood behind me in an eyeblink, his steady arm around my lower ribs as he guided me toward the dresser. I leaned my hands on it, and he lowered his mouth to my ear.
“Exactly like this. Keep your eyes closed. It’s just you and your vibrator. You need to let off some steam, don’t you? Let your toy do that for you.”
“N-not my kink,” I gasped out.
It absolutely was my kink. Not the toy part, but the gentle caretaking vibe. Oh, I loved it. It was almost as if he read my mind.
“No? All right. Let me, Dean, do that for you. Better?”
I gave up and nodded, parting my legs. He was still for a moment, then his arm pulled back. I turned, thinking he was going to stop, but he took off his collar and placed it gently on the dresser.
“It’s all right. I have it fooled with a program I wrote. Turn back around.”
As soon as I did, he crowded me from behind, his palm pressing to my belly. I wore loose shorts and he undid their button with one flick of his fingers. Just from that, I shivered.
“You’re strung so tight,” he purred, low and hypnotizing. “My angry girl, always fighting something, that mind always working. Can you feel my hand?”
He lowered it into the front of my undone shorts, and my breath stuttered as I nodded.
