“That can’t relax me, honey. The thought of how I’ll soon dig my face between your legs and stick my tongue deep inside your pink, tight pussy… Now that’ll definitely do the job.”
Oh, come on! Did he really think he could talk to me like that and expect me to give him a decent massage? My hands and legs turned to jelly. I instinctively pressed my thighs together, trying to dampen the throbbing of my clitoris.
Nick turned on his back. “It turns you on when I talk to you like that. Show me how wet you are just from listening to my dirty mouth.”
My skirt was now up to my waist, and Nick’s fingers slid along the skin of my thighs, brushing against the lacy ends of my stockings. His index finger slipped under the elastic of my garter, pulled it outward and then let it go. Sweet, mild pain spread across my body.
“Show me, Estelle.” His voice was hoarse with arousal. Ignoring my modesty and spurred on by him, I pulled aside the fine material of my panties and inserted my middle finger between my labia. My vagina was screaming for attention.
“I want to taste you.” He pulled my arm, and before I knew it, my finger was in his mouth. His hot tongue swirled around it, licking it hungrily. His dark, sexy eyes met my gaze. My heart started beating even faster. It was so hot to see how much he desired me. If he didn’t do something pretty soon to relieve the pain between my legs, I’d go crazy.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered. Nick was a proper macho man who liked being dominant in bed and issuing orders. Luckily, I loved that, because in doing so, he showed my body how much he wanted me. His behavior didn’t scare me, and he didn’t threaten to beat me senseless if I didn’t comply, like my ex-husband had.
I carried out his order without moving from the position I’d assumed. I took off my blouse, then my bra, and finally my skirt. I flung them onto the floor and was left wearing only panties and garters.
“Now stand over my face.” Nick grabbed my ass, positioning my sex above his lips. He slipped his hot tongue in my wet slit, and I cried out in pleasure.
“Scream all you like, babe. Nobody will hear you here,” he said and resumed the sweet torture, this time his hungry mouth intensely sucking on my pulsing clitoris.
I pressed my hand against the backrest of the sofa for support. I closed my eyes, my head dangled back, and I surrendered to the sensation. The effect he had on me was magical. His tongue’s rhythmic movements sent hot tingles across my entire body. I was very near the sweet end.
Surprisingly, he put his thumb inside my vagina, and I arched my back in pleasure. He started to wiggle his finger inside me while sucking and teasing my clit. I turned my pelvis, shamelessly rubbing myself against his mouth. The pleasure penetrated deeper and deeper, as if it was managing to reach and capture every last fiber of my being.
Nick pulled his thumb out of me and again slid his hot tongue along my moist slit, making me moan again…and again. He began to move rhythmically inside me. I felt my muscles gradually tense up. Heat radiated through my body as he licked me faster and faster and opened me up. My breath quickened. I could sense the powerful beats of my heart in my ears.
“I want you to come into my mouth, baby,” he murmured and continued to tongue-fuck me.
Everything around me blurred as if I was moving at lightning speed. I was so turned on, so ready… Hot waves poured over me, and I came too quickly. The orgasm erupted inside me and poured all over my body.
“Wow! Will I be able to do that with the fembot?” Ben’s voice made me cry out in alarm.
For fuck’s sake! He’d been watching us.
Nick grabbed me by the waist and got up from the sofa so quickly that without realizing how, I found myself behind him, hidden from Ben’s gaze.
“Never again dare to encroach on my personal space,” Nick growled, making the male robot take two steps back.
“I’m sorry. I heard screaming and decided to check if anything was the matter. I’m responsible for your security. I didn’t know I was doing a bad thing. People shouldn’t be ashamed of their bodies, and Estelle and you have beautiful bodies. And she really seemed to like what you did to her—”
“That doesn’t mean it’s okay for you to stand behind us and watch what we’re doing,” Nick interrupted him. “Go to your room, Ben, and never take the liberty of peeping at us again.” He waited for the male robot to leave the room and turned to me. “I’m sorry, Estelle. This won’t happen again. Ben’s been with me for a month, but he’s never dared to barge in like that before.”
In other words, never dared to watch him while he’s having sex with some woman. Why the hell did that thought make me feel so awful? I wanted to enjoy the moment rather than be consumed by jealousy.
Nick continued, “Just think of him as a…pet.”
I considered his words. “Robots don’t have emotions, right?” I had no idea how they were made, only that each one had its own behavioral software.
Nick cupped my face with his hands and lightly brushed his lips over mine. “They don’t have emotions. They’re programmed to protect their master. But every robot is set up differently. Some can be very aggressive or even kill, but Ben isn’t one of those. I’m sure he’d kill a man to protect me, but he’s programmed to be Mr. Romantic. He was very funny when I came across him, so I decided to buy him on the spot. I find him amusing. Sometimes he acts like a kid and asks all sorts of questions. He wants to know everything.” The corners of his lips twisted into a faint smile. “But I don’t want to talk about him right now. I want us to resume things from where we were interrupted.” He leaned in and bit my lower lip, drawing a moan out of me. It was like he’d pressed some button on me and unlocked all my erogenous zones. Again.
“On the sofa, on your knees. I want to fuck you. Hard.” As arousing as his demanding tone was, I first wanted to return his favor. I burned with desire to taste him again.
I pressed myself against him and wrapped one of my legs around his. I bent down and started to kiss the smooth skin on his chest.
“I believe it’s my turn to enjoy your taste.”
My words made his eyes turn even darker. He tilted his head and stared at me. “You want to dominate and be in control.”
I stared back, batting my eyelashes, and provocatively covered his nipple with my lips, gently sank my teeth in it, and began sucking it. A sound of pleasure escaped from deep within his throat. His body shook uncontrollably. Fast as lightning, I unbuckled his belt and opened the zip of his trousers, which slipped down to his knees. I pulled down the elastic waistband of his boxers and released his rock-hard dick. His manhood was truly impressive.
I beat a path of kisses down his hard abs and further down to his navel. I knelt in front of him, wrapping my fingers around his cock. Nick grabbed my hair and pulled it hard. His desperate need for release was clearly written on his face.
I licked the drop of pre-cum that had appeared on his cock’s wide, pink head. It had an amazing taste. I moaned softly, remembering how sublime he’d made me feel when he’d been deep inside me.
“You’re amazing, babe. That’s exactly what I need.” His lips quivered.
Slowly, I took in his cock’s full length. It was extremely aroused, trembling in anticipation. Its veins were markedly bulging from the erection. I started to suck him off, simultaneously moving my hand up and down the shaft. Nick’s lips parted, his head dangled back, and he gripped my hair hard in his fist. The pain I felt seemed to slide down to my loins, making me even wetter. I sucked him harder, unable to get enough of him. I gave it all I had, overwhelmed by the whirlwind of passion. I wanted to drain every last drop and make him feel on top of the world. My aim was to take all the weight off his shoulders by making him come.
Nick used his other hand to sweep aside the locks of hair that had fallen in front of my face so he could watch me. I looked up and met his gaze, which was clouded with desire.
“Fuck,” he growled when I pressed my lips a little harder over his cock’s head, caressed him wit
h my tongue and sucked him hard. I took him deep into my mouth until the tip reached the back of my neck. Sweet shivers ran along my spine, seeing how I managed to give him pleasure, how he trembled under the touch of my lips. This turned me on so much it hurt. I slid the fingers of my other hand between my thighs and started to masturbate.
“Fuck, Estelle. You’re so fucking sexy, baby,” he hissed through his teeth. His balls tightened and then released under the touch of my other hand. Keeping his eyes locked on me, Nick started to squirt into my mouth. I swallowed a few times, but the amount of sperm spraying out of him was so great that some trickled down from the corners of my mouth. Seeing the manifestation of his pleasure, the latest orgasm engulfed me, and waves of ecstasy erupted and washed all over my body. I sucked out the very last drop from his throbbing cock and licked my lips.
Nick pulled me up to stand with him, embraced me, and together we collapsed on the sofa, breathless from the phenomenal culmination.
Who could’ve guessed I’d feel so uninhibited? But Nick made me feel beautiful and desired. I saw it in his eyes, in his manner. I pressed myself tighter against him. I rested my cheek on his chest and in relaxed exhaustion listened to his powerful heartbeat.
“You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of, Estelle, and so much more.” His palms gently stroked my back.
“And I thought it was all for your mother’s benefit.” I slipped my leg between his, nestling even closer to him.
“Well, it all began because of her. But I won’t hide it—the moment I laid my eyes on you in that presentation, I wanted to make you mine.”
Mine… God, that word had the power to make me melt. I felt really pleased, but at the same time, fear crept into my mind. Fear that once his infatuation with me evaporated, I’d be left a complete wreck. Losing him would destroy me, but I still wanted to experience every moment with Nick that fate had in store for me. Because even if we split up, the nice memories of us together would keep me warm.
Lifting my head, I smiled at him. “Was it obvious how nervous I was during the presentation because you were there?”
He laughed, his infectious laughter shaking his powerful chest. “I have no idea. The entire time I wondered what would be the quickest way of getting into your panties. I was struggling to repress my erection, and my ears didn’t register a single word you said.”
His laughter echoed in my heart.
The irreversible had happened—I’d fallen head over heels for him. But to be fair, that had been inevitable after the amazing week we’d spent together in Switzerland, after the joy and happiness he’d given me.
“Don’t you think we’re acting like a pair of horny teenagers?” I laughed and thought about how nice it was to be in love. Your head’s in the clouds, you’re always laughing, constantly thinking about sex, and you feel as if you have the ability to fly.
“There’s nothing wrong with that. Ben seemed to really like it too.”
His mentioning of Ben made me blush. “When I think that he saw me naked, astride your face, screaming in ecstasy… It feels like I’ll die of shame.”
Nick put his warm hand on my face, and I pressed my cheek against it.
“He’s a robot, babe. We weren’t caught in the act by a man. You’ve nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Oh, I know you’re right. But Ben seems so human.” I turned my head and kissed his palm. I had a constant need to kiss and hug him.
Our eyes met again. His gaze softened, and the corners of his lips twisted into a faint, barely noticeable smile. “You’re so tender and beautiful, Estelle.”
Beautiful… Nobody had said that to me before. Thanks to my adoptive parents, I’d grown up with the self-confidence of a plain mouse. And John had undermined and trampled all over even the little bit of self-confidence I’d had.
“You’re a nobody, a stupid, worthless piece of shit. Even sex with you is tiresome.” The words of my ex-husband continued to haunt me. An irrepressible shiver spread through my body.
He’s in prison, Estelle. He’ll never touch you again, I told myself silently.
“Are you cold, babe? You’re shivering.” Nick’s voice brought me back to reality.
“It’s nice being with you, Nick. You make me feel safe and unafraid of anything.”
Nick turned me to lie down prone on the sofa and covered me with his strong body.
“One day we need to discuss your past, Estelle. While we were at my parents’ house, you sleep-talked a few times. You said, ‘Blood, everything’s covered in blood.’ You also begged someone called John to stop and told him you’d be good. Is John your ex-husband?” He stared at me with sadness in his eyes.
A silence fell in the room. Nick patiently waited for my reply, but I couldn’t summon the strength to do so. It was as if I were afraid that if I started talking about my marriage to John Chan, he’d appear before me and finish what he’d started. That is, he’d definitely manage to kill me. He’d shoot me in the head, as he’d done to Pamela, to make sure I joined the ranks of the dead.
Nick intertwined his fingers with mine and kissed them. His touch was so tender that it reached the very depths of my soul.
Nick’s voice was quiet when he asked me, “Did he hit you? You have to trust me, babe, and tell me about it.”
My life flashed before my eyes like a film reel. Everything was gray, without color. There was only sadness, pain, and powerlessness. I didn’t want to cry. But tears began to stream down my temples anyway.
“Shush, calm down, please. I didn’t mean to make you sad.” His fingers gently wiped the salty drops. “I won’t let anyone cause you pain again.”
Even if I hadn’t realized that I loved him yet, I was completely certain of my feelings after those words.
I’d known the definition of “care,” but hadn’t truly comprehended what it meant. Nobody had ever cared for me. All my life, I’d tried to be good. My parents, or to be exact, the people who’d adopted me, had pressured me into marrying John. I’d striven to satisfy their wishes, hoping to receive love in return. But no matter how hard I’d tried, they’d always been unsatisfied with me.
So often I’d seen the parents of my schoolmates hug them, smile at them, and encourage them. They hadn’t been punished even when they’d made mistakes. Nobody had locked them in their rooms or deprived them of supper. They hadn’t known what hunger was.
I’d forgotten what it was like to be hungry.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“For what, honey?”
“For being unable to find the strength to tell you about my past. But I promise you that I will. One day, I’ll tell you everything, my entire life story. But believe me, it’s extremely gray and boring.” I slid my fingers across his stubble.
“I want to see you happy and smiling, Estelle.” His lips gently brushed against mine. Closing my eyes, I inhaled his wonderful scent while he showered my face with feather-light kisses. “These beautiful eyes of yours, which I adore, are too sad. I want to take away your sadness. I don’t want you to be afraid of anything.”
I was grateful for everything Nick did for me, for the strength he inspired in me, for the attention he gave me. The week we’d spent with his parents in Switzerland had been the greatest time in my life.
With Nick, I’d found out what the word “pleasure” actually meant. With him, I could drift among the clouds and stars and dream of a better tomorrow.
“I want you,” I murmured and pulled his head down to my level to kiss him. Our lips merged, and we savored every touch, in no hurry to end the clinch.
Just when I thought I could finally relax and put my past and fears behind me, Nick’s cell phone rang.
He pulled away from our kiss, visibly annoyed.
“Who could it be at this time of night?” He pushed himself up from the sofa, reached to the floor where he’d kicked off his trousers, and took out his cell.
“Frey,” he replied coldly and listened. “What’s happened? Are you sure
it was one of our airplanes? How could something like that happen? For fuck’s sake… I’ll be right over.” Ending the call, he turned to me. “One of my private planes has crashed.”
I felt like a cold shower had drenched my entire body. I put my hands behind my neck to stop them from shaking. “Dear God, was anyone hurt?”
“I don’t know if there are any survivors,” he responded and gazed at me thoughtfully. “I was supposed to fly to Germany on that plane tonight. I had an important business meeting, but decided against going at the last minute and sent Richard Carroll in my place.”
Richard Carroll was my immediate supervisor. He was very good at his job, but also a complete asshole. For the nearly two months I’d worked with him, he’d made advances at me numerous times. The fact that he was married and had three small kids didn’t seem to deter him.
Nick was looking me in the eyes, but I had the feeling he was thousands of miles away from me.
What if the crash was deliberate? What if someone was trying to kill him? I shuddered at the thought. Intense pain pierced my chest.
“God… Nick.” He might have died.
I didn’t even register how my eyes welled up again and tears started running down my cheeks. We’d known each other for such a short time, but he’d managed to occupy my soul and capture my heart. I needed him. Nick helped me forget the past and the pain. He made me feel desired and beautiful. He gave me happiness, something I’d never imagined I’d be lucky enough to experience.
I couldn’t picture losing him. There was no need to mention my fears—he’d understood me without words. He gave me a peck on the lips and said, “Don’t think about that. I’ll find out the reason for the crash, and if it wasn’t a malfunction but intentional, I’ll have the culprits hunted down.”
He stood up from the couch and started to dress quickly. Great concern was written on his face. “I have to leave.”
I wanted to console him, to help him somehow.
I wanted to come along with him, but he didn’t ask me. And I didn’t want to impose on him. So I decided to go home. I couldn’t stay in his apartment. I also started putting on my clothes.
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