Wet. Hot. She felt so good.
“Marc, please,” she whimpered.
The ache between his thighs intensified. It took an act of God to pull away from her. “You earned another punishment.” Marc reached up and with both hands he released the clamps.
Gia released a scream. She jerked against her bindings. Soft mewling cries seeped from her lips as tears softly fell. He knew that blood was rushing into her nipples, the sharp pinpoint sensations giving her a high like she had never felt before.
Disposing of the clamps, he eased up to his knees and ran his palms again across her tight abdomen to her luscious breasts and cupped them. He grazed his thumbs over the extended peaks and she groaned.
“Did you know your nipples are diamond hard?” He pinched them and she bowed into his touch, releasing yet another cry that thrilled him. “Sensitive too.” He leaned over her to capture one in his mouth and sucked, long and unyielding, until he released it with a pop.
“Speak? Please?”
Instead of answering her, he lavished her other breast with the same attention.
“Dammit, Marc. Untie me,” she growled. “I’m dying here.”
“That’s the beauty of bondage and dominance.” A tremor snaked up his back. “You only think you can’t take any more.” As he spoke, he sat back on his haunches. “Now, let’s see just how much you really can endure.” Leaning down, he slipped his hands beneath her ass and raised her hips to meet his mouth halfway. Tenderly, he kissed her pussy before he slid his tongue across the folds, watching the play of emotions across her face.
Mmmm. She tasted sweet and feminine. His cock twitched and his jaw clenched with a sudden sting of desire.
She jerked her wrists, but the rope didn’t give. “Please?”
Once again he ignored her. Instead, he blew a stream of air over her moist core and her entire body tensed. He paused, allowing her body to cool and relax.
“No,” she screamed, fighting her bonds in earnest.
The broad tip of his finger circled her entrance and then probed deep inside her. She groaned then released a mewling sound as he curled his finger and stroked her G-spot.
Her hips shot up from the bed. She writhed, tossing her head from side to side. “Pleasssse?”
Her plea sent more chills up his spine. Her inner muscles tightened and released around him. He knew she was on the verge of climaxing. When he didn’t make any moves to satisfy her she actually snarled. It was so hot he almost lost it. Fire ripped down his cock. He had to hold his breath to keep from coming. Still, he released a squirt of semen that dampened the bed beneath him.
When he slapped her engorged bud hard with two fingers, her hands flexed and then clenched into fists. He waited a heartbeat longer and then made the next strike sting.
“Do not climax until I say,” he warned.
She blinked hard, giving him a look that said he was crazy. Yet her mouth opened on an inhale before she slowly squeezed the air from her lungs. With each slap against her clit, her breaths became more ragged. Her cries more desperate.
“Fuck this,” he murmured to himself as he pulled his hand back. There was no way he would last much longer. Breathing hard, he slowly blanketed her body with his. His throbbing erection nestled at her sex. Another pang shot through his groin. He held back the growl building in his throat. He slid his palms up her arms until he held her wrists and then angled his hips so that just the bulbous head of his erection entered her.
“Is this what you want?” The level of harshness in his voice surprised him. He had never wanted a woman as much as he wanted Gia. She broke down all his willpower.
Her eyes widened. Not saying a word, she nodded.
With one firm shove he filled her completely. They moaned in unison, both motionless. Then he ground his hips against her cradle, seeking that deep, sweet spot. When his dick touched her womb, he eased out and then slammed into her, over and over.
In and out.
Fast and furious.
Perspiration dampened his hot skin. His breathing was harsh and ragged.
The slapping sound of their flesh coming together was heady but it was the wet, slurping slide of her body milking his cock that sent his mind reeling. Strong muscles clamped down on him and she screamed out his name, bucking beneath him. The ride was more arousing than he ever thought possible. The momentum behind each violent thrust was more animalistic than human. Each time his tender balls struck her ass, bittersweet pain raked through him. The tingling at the base of his groin coiled tighter and tighter, threatening to explode.
An invisible force seemed to rip her back off the bed. Her mouth parted. “Oh. Oh. Oh God. Marc!” Wildly, she thrashed beneath him.
“Come for me, Gia.”
Ripples moved over him in shock waves as one contraction after another assailed her. Growling, he continued to pound into the heated suction of her hungry pussy until the squeeze and pressure was so intense, hot liquid burst from the small slit in his cock, bathing him in flames that swept through his body like a raging wildfire.
He tried to breathe but there was no air left in the room. Stars burst in the blackness that had become his mind and then the most unbelievable sense of pleasure flooded him. Air rushed his lungs and he collapsed atop her, his head nestled in the curve of her neck and shoulder.
The rapid beat of her heart joined the musky scent of arousal, sweat and sex that lingered in the room. He could have lain like this all night, but Gia had already been bound too long. His arms shook, threatening not to hold him as he inched his way off the bed. Casting one more appreciative gaze across the woman tied to the bed, he quickly unfastened her wrists.
Gia brought her arms down with a moan. When her feet were untied, she glanced up at him with a sexy smile. “That was amazing. I think we’ll have to do that again.”
She bent and stretched her arms and legs, working out the kinks he knew would be there. Marc loved watching her body move, so lithe and graceful. Her nipples were pink and swollen to match her pussy. The sated expression on her face, he had placed there.
He crawled back onto the bed and took her into his embrace. He inhaled the sensual scent that was all her. “You were incredible.” He pressed his lips to her forehead.
She looked up at him and captured his mouth. When the kiss ended, she snuggled into him. “And you’re the best I’ve ever had. Thank you.”
Marc was taken aback by her appreciation. She thought him an android and still she spoke of gratitude. Not to mention, she was willing to pleasure him when she didn’t have to. Already he could sense a give and take between them that he hadn’t felt in the majority of his other relationships with women. And then she cuddled so close to him, as if she really enjoyed being with him.
Yes. There was much more to Gia Easton then the gorgeous woman on the silver screen. She was a woman of passion, of caring, of love. Someone who he could enjoy spending time with beyond the bedroom.
Marc sighed, closed his eyes and fell asleep with a smile on his face.
Gia watched the android snoring softly beside her. Lying on his stomach, he had one leg draped over hers and a large palm cupping her breast. His broad, muscular back rose and fell with each gentle breath. Earlier she had heard his heartbeat as he held her close.
It simply amazed her.
Marc was so much like a real man that M.A.C. should be commended on their creations. Since she had met him she had yet to discover a flaw in his actions or speech that would betray his cover. As the salesman had promised, there were absolutely no telltale signs between the sheets. In fact, Marc had satisfied her beyond her wildest dreams. She had found herself wanting to please and pleasure him just to see rapture upon his handsome face. Still, he wasn’t real and she desperately wanted someone to love who could love her in return.
Slowly she eased from beneath his touch and crawled off the bed. Locating her robe, she pushed her arms through the large sleeves and knotted the sash before tiptoeing to the French doors. They
creaked as she wedged them open and slipped into the night.
The twilight morning air was brisk, urging Gia to pull her robe tight around her as she took a seat in a lounge chair. Bending her knees to her chest, she tucked her feet beneath the robe and gazed into the velvety sky.
Which star held her dream?
Could she find someone who was grounded and dependable and fit into the lifestyle she had carved for herself, because in reality she enjoyed performing? Entertaining others gave her a sense of fulfillment, of belonging. It provided her, as well as others, the opportunity to escape, sometimes to laugh, to cry and to experience new things. Beauty was only her outer shell and would fade in the future, but her ability to beguile an audience was something she cherished and hoped would follow her into her golden years as it had with so many of the great actors and actresses.
If only she didn’t have to deal with the bullshit, the politics and people like Doug and Mary who wanted to drain her of both her money and energy. If only they could see her for who she was and not her appearance or as a free meal ticket. Real friends didn’t do that to each other.
Gia rested her chin on her knees and looked longingly across the horizon.
Yes. She was pretty much like everyone else. She wanted it all. Family. True friendship. A successful career. A home filled with the pitter-patter of children. And the man of her dreams.
She glanced back through the French doors and stared at the naked man stretched across her bed with a sense of yearning she had never before felt. There was something special about the android. He was compassionate. Kind. Affectionate. And she couldn’t forget good-looking and sexy as hell. He embodied everything she had pictured when she thought of the man she would marry and make a home with. Someone who she could share her deepest, darkest dreams and aspirations with, who in return would trust her with his.
But were her ideals only fanciful?
Was there truly a man like Marc out there for her?
Chapter Six
Marc had given Gia three days of pure ecstasy inside and outside the bedroom. Sometimes they loved quietly and tenderly, other times he had taken her mind and body into their darkest recesses. She had learned more about pain and pleasure than she had ever imagined.
As she slid the black silk thigh-high stocking up her bare leg, she released a sated sigh. Even the continuous calls from Doug, Mary and the press couldn’t dampen how she felt. Staying away from the television and any news media helped. For the first time in a long time she felt alive and happy. In fact, she was beginning to believe she could take Marc home to Oregon and pass him off as a real boyfriend.
He was amazingly well-versed about every topic she broached. From politics to sports and entertainment, he knew the latest stands and had an opinion on most subjects that was both thoughtful and logical.
She smiled. Taking him home just might work.
“Are you ready?” His velvet-smooth voice gave her chills. Tonight he was going to take her to a dungeon. She bit her bottom lip nervously as she rose from her makeup table and turned to stand before him.
Her breath caught in her throat. It should be a crime to look as good as he did in black leather pants, boots and no shirt. He almost looked like Zorro with the black domino and full cape he wore. In his hand he held a wispy, feathered domino that matched the red corset and panties he had told her to wear.
“You take my breath away.” The truth shone in the gleam simmering in his eyes.
Short, broken laughter burst from her mouth. “I’m not sure I can wear these panties.” They rose high on her hips, but that wasn’t the problem. They had a split in the crotch that no one could see unless she bent over or spread her legs. Still, the lacy material gave her the most vulnerable sensation. She looked down at them and realized that the cherry-red color would be hard to match, but she might have something close to that shade to cover up with.
With a finger placed beneath her chin, he raised her gaze to meet his. “Wear them for me.”
“Marc—”
His kiss stole her objection. Masterful and arousing, he had discovered that she had a weakness for his caress, which she hated. Well, not really. The truth was she was helpless when his lips touched hers.
“Not fair,” she murmured against his mouth.
His hand slid between their bodies, disappearing between her legs. When he parted her folds and slipped a long finger inside her, she whimpered softly, melting inside. His touch was magical.
“I never said I played fair.” His deep, seductive tone set her hips to thrusting back and forth. “One orgasm and then we have to go.”
Placing her palms on his shoulders to steady herself, she rocked against his hand. “Maybe we should just stay home.”
“Gia.”
She loved the rough, commanding voice she had come to know as his dominant tone. The man was amazing.
Dammit. There she went again, but it was so easy to forget he wasn’t human. And Lord knows she had searched high and low for any sign that would reveal his true nature—that he was an android. But he was as male as male could be. He even left the toilet seat up. After almost falling in one night, Gia requested Leda set the toilet on automatic so that after several minutes the lid would descend by itself.
His finger caressed her clit several times, stealing her thoughts before delving deep inside her once again. When another finger joined the first, her knees almost buckled.
“Take me to bed and fuck me,” she whispered.
He had the most annoying habit of ignoring her suggestions and proceeding with what he wanted, like now, as he continued to pump in and out of her moist slit.
“Marc?”
“Shhh, baby, or I’ll end it now,” he murmured against her ear.
He wouldn’t dare stop in the middle of pleasuring her. Then again, he had done it before to punish her. “Let’s—”
He pressed on her G-spot and she went off like a Roman candle. A firework explosion couldn’t compare to the lightning zinging throughout her. A particularly strong contraction bore down on her and her knees gave way. The four-inch red stilettos she wore slid out from beneath her. Marc barely caught her before she went down.
“I hate you,” she whined, clinging to him as waves of sensation washed over her. Her pussy pulsed and wept and made her feel alive.
He chuckled and assisted her to her feet. “No you don’t.”
She wanted to release him but wasn’t quite ready yet as another shiver raced up her spine. “I should hate you.”
“I know.” He brushed her lips with his. “Now stop being a baby and let’s go.” He picked up her mask, which must have fallen when he rescued her. Helping her put the domino on, he arranged her hair so that the long brownish-red strands flowed freely. “I have a surprise for you. Wait here.” He left her bedroom through the adjoining door and when he returned, he had a mid-thigh silver-fox coat draped over his arm. He held it up, encouraging her to put it on.
“It’s beautiful, but where did you get it?” Or more importantly what did it cost her? She wasn’t too keen on him freely spending her money. He must have seen her reservation because he frowned.
“I borrowed it from the institute. We have an extensive costume department at our disposal.”
Relieved, Gia stepped into the coat, the fur closing around her body making her want to squirm with delight. She was going to have to get one of these.
“We need to go. I’m excited to see what you think of The Cave.” He quickly ushered her out the door and into the hall but then he stopped, taking her into his arms. “Did I tell you how beautiful and sexy you look tonight?”
Gia shook her head, looking into his sultry eyes. There was something more there that she couldn’t identify. Before she could say anything he captured her mouth again. It was a long, slow kiss that made her feel as if she were floating on a cloud of ecstasy. When the caress ended, her lips were still puckered. Her eyes remained closed as she waited for another kiss that never came.
“We better go.”
“Huh?” Through a daze of desire her eyelids rose as she peered through the small slits in the mask.
He grinned. “Go. Now.”
Her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. “O-okay.”
At the bottom of the escalator, he paused and turned to face her. She stepped down until they were eye level. “You are looking forward to tonight. Right?”
Gia forced a smile. “Yes. Although I have to admit to a little anxiety wearing this outfit in public. What happens if someone recognizes me?”
He cupped her waist with his warm hands and plucked her off the bottom step to stand before him. “Trust me. I’ve taken care of everything.” Snaking his arm around her shoulder, he urged her toward the front door. When he opened it there were six identical limousines parked out front that strange people, each robed and masked, where piling into.
“You plan to lead the media on a merry chase.” She liked his way of thinking.
“The third car is ours. I asked Antares to take one of the other cars so the press wouldn’t mark us by his presence.”
When he handed her inside, the door closed and the windows darkened to pitch black. The roar of the engine startled her.
“Easy, sweetheart.” Marc placed his hand on her thigh. “Tonight is for adventure.”
“Adventure?” she huffed.
He leaned in to her and captured her lips. Firm but tender, his kiss stole her resistance like it always did. She was putty in his hands. When the caress ended she snuggled into him and sighed.
As the gates scraped open, each limousine passed through. The media went wild dashing off on hovercrafts and other vehicles to trail a limousine. Gia looked over her shoulder to see a Learjet cycle with two people onboard following them.
“I should have known it was too good to believe.”
“Patience, my love. Our driver is skilled in subterfuge.” Confidence rang in Marc’s voice.
Within ten minutes, their chauffeur had dodged the paparazzi, taking one turn and then the next at speeds that would have curled Gia’s hair if it wasn’t already hanging loose in long ringlets. They even went through a crowded mall parking garage. Another ten minutes and the vehicle turned into an underground parking lot.
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