by Mia Madison
“Maybe you came for me too early,” I mewl.
I can hardly believe what he's telling me. That he waited for me. That he always knew he wanted only me.
“I'm not being the woman you need.”
“No, I came at the right time. To teach you that your man is a man of his word. One you can trust completely.”
I want to believe him. The way he was with me last night makes me think every word he says is true. I can feel it. It comes off him like the heat of desire when he wants me. But I can't wrap my head around what I saw when he was getting sexy with his assistant. I don't want a man that plays me like that ever again.
A man in a white coat, walks into the office. With receding dark hair, beard and glasses, he looks like the epitome of a mad scientist. I move to get up out of Smith's lap and try to maintain some semblance of appropriate office behavior. But he pulls me back down with a jolt and his hand rests on my upper thigh.
I look up at the mad scientist.
“Oh my god.”
Following right behind him, like a trail of baby ducklings, is a line of Rachels all waggling their sultry walk into the office. They line up in front of Smith's desk and bend over, lifting their butts high and giving both Smith and I an identical line up of very impressive cleavage.
What the?
“Is there anything you need, Sir?” they say in unison.
“Wow. Are they...?”
“Yes. Living dolls. It's a top secret commission from a Korean mega-corporation that want sexy assistants for their Vice Presidents. There are corporate tech spies trailing me all over town at the moment, hence I couldn't explain it to you before. You do need to sign that specific non-disclosure contract, even you, baby.”
“Wow.” I am literally struck dumb. “It's kind of embarrassing to have been jealous and worked into a frenzy over a robot. You should have told me.”
“Would you have believed me before you saw it with your own eyes?”
“Knowing me I might have thought it was one exceptionally far-fetched excuse,” I grin. “I can't believe it. It's like something out of a sci-fi movie.”
“Everything is until it actually happens.”
“You made sex dolls.”
“Well, that, yes. They are built to please.” Smith laughs.
“But the military application for these sex dolls, as you call them, is mega,” the mad scientist says, slightly offended. “This would be the new model for our Rachel, I assume?”
Smith introduces me to Dr Jones. He shakes my hand then tugs me up out of Smith's lap.
“Just looking,” Smith says with a grin.
Dr Jones nods and walks around me looking me up and down without the smallest glimmer of an eyefuck. I can't imagine him even knowing how that goes.
“As you noticed, Rachel is a little too over-provocative. We don't want to cause riots in the marriages of corporate Korea. So we're going to make her less nineteen fifties siren and more modern day perfection.”
“And that's me?” I squeak in amazement.
Dr Jones is nodding approval but I'm not sure how I feel about coming on every day, to hundreds, or thousands of suits, in a far Eastern country I'm never likely to visit.
“I thought it was, until you turned out to be even more of a minx than Rachel,” Smith says with a smirk, so that Dr Jones raises an eyebrow above his thick glasses.
“What if images of me, not the real me, are posted on Facebook?”
“There are implications our legal department is working out. But the technology is advancing rapidly.”
“That's why you talk to your machines like they're human.”
“One day they'll be more human than the humans,” Smith says. “I'm just getting ahead of the curve.”
“So you'll always be on top,” I add, throwing him a grin. “I'm sorry. I'm really sorry I doubted you.”
“It's okay, Baby. I'm sorry I had to make you wait. I know waiting is torture.”
He shoots me a significant look that only I understand, then adds; “So long as you trust me now, I really am on top.”
Chapter Nineteen
Smith
Seeing Carly finally relax and allow herself to be happy makes my life complete. She agrees to be the model for the secretary doll and so a few weeks are spent in the laboratory taking various molds of her perfect body. I'm down there with her every second.
I don't want any other bastard's eyes on my baby, even if they are all a load of nerdy scientists and tech geeks. In the end they're still men and Carly's too beautiful for any beast to resist. Especially once she slips out of her clothes.
In between her lab sessions she drives me half deranged. I'm already fighting a massive stick in my pants from watching her, naked and being dipped in the rubber solution from which we ultimately build the doll mold. Then she has to walk in heels and move into positions such as getting on her knees or bending over the desk, while the computers map her every move for the machines to learn from.
It's more than I can fucking stand, especially when she comes into my office while I'm trying to close some new contract, using her new found confident sexy stride. She leans across my desk to inquire; “Is there anything you need, Boss?” Making her lips into a perfect O so you know there's only one thing I can think of when I look at them.
“I always need something from you, Baby. You know that.”
“Yes, Sir. But I just wanted to let you know the lab are working on a new idea.”
“What's that?”
“Let's say it's a little pet project of my own.”
“What kind of pet?” I growl, making her laugh.
She loves to stroke my buttons and get a rough reaction. I remember Jones telling me she'd asked the guys to figure something out and without asking for details, I told him to do whatever Carly wanted.
“Men aren't the only ones with libidos, you know. I figured I'd build a bad boy for the ladies. With bulging biceps and a rock hard, um, set of ab ridges, just like yours, Daddy.”
I've told her not to, but on occasion she still calls me that anyway and it sends us both over the edge every time. My lust flares into an unstoppable flame. Our eyes lock on and Carly gives me her little smile. She knows what's coming.
“Now there's something you need and right now,” I husk at her.
“Oh, what's that?” she asks, her lips parting in innocence.
“You know what you get when you tease your boss too hard?”
Her eyes open round like she's shocked. She's picked up where Rachel left off and plays the naughty secretary role to perfection. She's changed so much in the month she's been living with me. Her confidence has grown and she's become a woman, no pouting or insecure spells unless she's playing a role play game with me, which she loves.
“A punishment?” she whispers.
Which we both love.
I guess it started with the daddy thing, then continued with the boss thing. I always know when she wants to play because she shifts into her naughty little vixen role, which suits me just fucking fine. I can play with her all she wants.
“Exactly.”
I hook my finger at her, beckoning her to the desk. She immediately complies, sashaying toward me, clearly planning to sit in my lap. When she's close enough, I rise from my chair, towering above her and whip her around. I pull her back against my chest so she can feel the massive bulge in my pants.
“Oh,” she squeaks, surprised. Then she sways back into me, shoving her round ass into my bulge.
“Bend over,” I growl and push her forward so she sprawls across the desk.
All the play acting has gone from my voice. When I want to fuck Carly, the games get pushed aside and the real fun begins.
I press her down so she's laid out face down, across the length of the desk, then I tug both hands and shove them up over her head so she's splayed and immobile.
“I need you. I'm literally in pain I need you so much,” she moans, her cheek squashed into the glass top.
“Be quiet,” I bark. “You won't speak unless I give you permission.
“Yes, Daddy,” she says, still pushing me to my boundary.
I pull the knot of my tie undone, tug it out of the collar and fold it in two. Then I wrap it around her mouth and tie it tight behind her head.
She moans through the fabric and I move behind her again to yank her tight skirt all the way up her thighs and over her ass. I nearly come apart and lose all fucking control when I see she's wearing something I've never seen her in before. The straps of the black garter belt cut into the white flesh of her ass cheeks in such a way that my cock hurls itself to standing in an instant and starts pounding for freedom.
She's wearing a tiny sliver of lacy thong that's nothing more than a string carving into her crevasse. The way that black strand slices into her only delineates her crack and the openings she's offering to me.
“I'm going to fuck you right here on my desk,” I tell her. “But first you need to be punished for pushing your boss too far.”
My hand comes down on her porcelain white cheek with a resounding slap. Her flesh shivers with the echo of my palm and as soon as it recovers, I bring my palm down on her cheek again with a series of claps that makes her squeak and grab for breath.
“Open your legs,” I tell her.
She immediately complies. I love how she immediately follows my orders without being at all submissive in our regular life. She fights me and throws me all the challenges but when it comes to domination, she knows who's the master and does exactly as I say.
Her fingers curl around the edge of the desk, bracing herself for more of the spanking. Her right cheek is almost livid red from the stinging, her left less so. But she looks so delectable lying sprawled across my desk, gripping the sides, waiting for whatever I dole out to her. The stockings and garter belt are so fucking hot I can't focus on her punishment, she looks so incredible all I can think of is burying myself into her deeper than ever before.
Her red cheeks bulging out from the black suspender belts are more than I can tolerate. The beast is burning hotter than her livid flesh and I tug my zip down and free the avid shaft before it fucking detonates.
Sliding inside Carly is the most incredible thing. Every time I plunge into her it's like the first all over again. She's breathtaking. She's addictive. She's mine. And she was right when she said we'd never get any work done if we were in the same office.
I rock in and out of her pussy, holding her hips to tug her back onto my shaft and bury myself into her.
She moans out louder around the tie, lifting her head in an agony of need. I know she wants me to fuck her so hard she can't walk. However she likes it is fine with me. Just being inside her is a fucking dream. She's my heaven, my world, everything I want.
I pick up the pace and pound her like she wants. We're both panting and grasping at air. The need never diminishes. The hunger fades for the shortest time, before coming back like starvation. We're both half deranged with the desire to be connected all through the day.
Luckily the machines take care of many of the chores, meaning we can focus on each other and not be separated by drudgery. I love that, it's everything I've worked for, but Carly finds it a little disconcerting. Or did, until she built her own fucking doll.
That sets me pummeling harder into her, claiming her. I need to possess her. I cannot fathom that I'm jealous of a machine that isn't even built yet. Even if he does look like me, I don't want him fucking touching her.
I can feel her gripping my length, her fingers are white with the force she's squeezing my desk with. One more, two more deep thrusts into her, making sure to graze across her sweet spot and she shudders. Her tunnel hugs me in spasms that drag my orgasm from me with a silent roar. Then her thin little string of underwear goes back in place, to rub her swollen nub all day and remind her who her boss is.
Epilogue
Six months Later
Carly
The time I've been living with Smith has been the very best of my life. Perhaps it won't be a big surprise that our relationship didn't go over well with my parents. My mother just screamed and threatened down the phone. My dad hadn't noticed I was gone until Smith took me to the house after I'd been living with him a month, just to pick up a few things.
“You were planning to leave?” Smith asks, when he sees the one box I packed, a lifetime ago now, sitting solitary on the floor. He gazes around the room with fascination. To me it all looks unbelievably childish. As I was back then. I'm not the same person at all.
“My first day at your office,” I smile. “I guess something told me my whole life was about to change.”
Smith's lips curl up in a satisfied grin. He picks up the box and throws it under his arm like it weighs nothing, even though it's mostly books.
“I don't even want that stuff now,” I say. “I'm not that girl anymore.”
“You'll always be the same girl to me.”
“I was such a brat.”
“You were my brat,” he says and tugs me under his other arm to lead me out of the house.
Just then my father and Amanda come home and are surprised to see the strange older man, with me strapped under his heavy bicep.
Dad doesn't even recognize Smith from those previous years. He's never paid any attention to anything that doesn't center on him. And Amanda got busy flipping her hair around and making Rachel eyes at my man.
“You can't take my little girl out of the house without asking my permission,” my Dad says, when Smith informs him I'm living with him now.
“I already did,” Smith replies.
For a moment it looks like they're going to get into an alpha male showdown. Which is strange as Dad's never been that bothered before. I mean he hadn't even missed me. Or noticed that I was gone from the house. Smith presses me half behind him, to shield me from any unpleasantness and his chest wall seems to expand. So powerful.
Even with the box under one arm, he could take my father. Dad makes the right decision and backs down. I see Amanda's eyes pop wide with fascination for Smith. No doubt she'd like to have him for herself. Any woman would. But he only has eyes for me. All her hair flipping is wasted on Smith, he doesn't even glance at her.
“They'll always be your family,” Smith tells me, once we're safely back at our own home.
I'm curled up in his lap and he's stroking the back of my head, telling me how much he loves me and that no one could ever have loved me more than he does right now.
“I know that, but sometimes it's hard when I see everyone else in the world having loving, supportive parents and I don't. Like maybe it means something's wrong with me.”
“There is nothing wrong with you,” Smith gruffs out low and intense. “You needed to emerge from the shell of your parent's imposed beliefs to become your own woman. And look at you now, what a woman. My woman. Building her own sex dolls.”
I laugh at that, I might even say Smith makes me giggle. It wasn't the job I imagined for myself.
“Your parents will come around. They'll grow to realize what they're missing with their little girl gone. But now you're mine and we have our own new family.”
I climb up Smith's huge chest to straddle his thighs. My pussy pulsates as soon as I spread my legs and wrap around Smith's heat. I take his rough cheeks in my palms and plant a kiss on his full lips.
The Carla and Smythe dolls emerge swiftly from their room, sensing the sudden rise in temperature out in the living room. They come bustling down the hall and settle themselves on the sofa opposite us.
A rash of tingles flies up my legs straight into my pussy. It always turns me on to be exposed to the machines as they watch Smith fuck me and learn how to be passionate lovers themselves.
Smith hooks a finger and pulls my panties to one side so my spread pussy is bared to him. He inhales hard, loving the sight of me and his eyes immediately hood with desire.
He strokes the length of my slit, already soaking wet, making sure to t
rail along the edge of my clit but avoiding the hard nub, teasing me to distraction.
“In a moment I'm going to flip you over on your knees and fuck you,” he says. “Because you're the hottest woman on the planet and I want you to make me a real Daddy.”
I tug in a sharp gasp at those words. There's nothing I want more than to be filled with Smith's babies. They'll be so perfectly beautiful and will expand our family with even more love than we already have.
Yes, yes, yes. There's nothing more I want in the world than to make you a real daddy.
I don't say that right now, I'm saving it for later, when I'm curled up in his arms again. Right now I need him inside me. It's so naughty training our machines to be the lovers of the future. So everyone can have their own perfect bad boy hunk or little vixen submissive. I need Smith's hand slapping my bouncy ass while the dolls watch with interest. I need to be punished for being challenging so all I say is;
“You're such a bossy daddy.”
Have you read the other books in the Bossy series?
Bossy Billionaire
Bossy Valentine
Bossy Christmas Party
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