by Hawk, Reagan
“I don’t want to come yet,” he panted.
“Who is in charge here?” she teased, kissing him again. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t you the droid in this fantasy, Admiral?”
Jonas groaned and thumped his head on the pillow. “You’re killing me here, Nora.”
She swiveled on him, riding his cock with a slow precision. He tensed and tried to stop her movements once more. Ignoring his protests, she kept going, kept grinding on him, taking his cock deep inside her. Pleasure washed over him, causing his legs and back to tingle and then his breath to catch as he jetted seed into her. She cried out at the same moment, her pussy tightening around his dick.
“Woman,” he said, pulling on her hair. “I am so in love with you.”
“Yeah.” She winked. “I know.”
THE END
Programmed for Pleasure
by
Reagan Hawk
Programmed for Pleasure
Book Three in the Cyber Seduction Series.
Lt. Commander Dirks gets his kink on by hooking himself to a homemade hologram machine. He’s programmed in the woman he’s loved his entire life and spends his free time taking her every way he can. The only problem is, she’s not the real deal—she’s not his Haels.
Haeley settled on a planet that doesn’t allow modern technologies because she wanted away from anything to do with the Star Union—the very organization that lured Dirks away from her so many years ago. When he shows up, attempting to negotiate the safe return of one of his crew members, she’s shocked to see him and even more surprised to learn he still has feelings for her. She doesn’t shy away from his advances. She’s hardly the same girl she used to be. Now she’s a woman who is in control of her sexual side and isn’t afraid to show it. Desire ignites and the two find themselves heating up the sheets, the wall, the floor and just about anywhere else they can manage.
WARNING: This short story contains hot, explicit sex with machines, use of sex toys, light bdsm, strong language and lots of other stuff the author refuses to apologize. Book is intended for mature audience only. Must be 18 years or older to read. Remember to always practice safe sex and to keep sex SSC (Safe, Sane and Consensual).
Chapter One
Aboard a Star Union vessel, orbiting the planet Viscionia
Lt. Commander Ledarius Dirks sat before his personal hologram mini-station. He’d built it himself and it was impressive to say the least. He placed a self-adhering sensor on the base of his cock, thankful he kept his ball sac free from hair. The sensors affixed first to the base of his cock and then wrapped up and around the shaft to the head. The pulsing sensation stimulated Dirks in a rush, hardening him swiftly. Already he had sensors on his chest and inner thighs. It would have been so much easier to use the ship’s mainframe to access full-on holograms complete with lifelike renderings, but it was too easy for those records to be viewed by others with proper clearance on the ship.
The last thing he wanted was anyone seeing what it was he liked sex-wise. He was into kink. It turned him on and he craved it. Since they were currently in a repressed quadrant of the solar system—one packed with religious zealots and people who believed the Star Union was the devil, bent on dragging them into the here and now, it was best he not advertise his sexual perversions. These people preferred to cling to their pitchforks and old ways. Ways that in most places had been extinct for hundreds upon hundreds of years.
Exhaling, Dirks stroked his cock. He added one last sensor near the tip of his dick before lifting the headgear, bulkier than most because it was homemade, and placing it on. Instantly, he was launched into the reality he’d created for himself. It was very film noir, a genre he liked greatly. He’d first discovered it when he was in secondary school and worked as a file clerk at the academy to help earn extra income. The vaults were filled to the brim with pop culture of the past, needing to be logged and recorded into the modern filing systems.
The virtual reality he’d created was perfect. He was in a smoky bar with low lighting, lying on a partial sofa, his legs spread wide as two women took turns licking their way up his inner thighs. They were gorgeous, exactly how he’d programmed them to be. The redhead nibbled at his flesh while the blonde blew on the head of his cock. They shared a quick kiss before concentrating on him once more. It wasn’t until the raven-haired beauty entered the bar that his blood began to race. She sashayed towards him, thick red lipstick coating her lips, matching her barely there dress. The mounds of her breasts showed and the women between his thighs stroked his cock more. His breathing was harsh.
There she was, his idea of the perfect woman. He’d designed her in the likeness of a woman from his home ship. Like so many people, he’d been raised aboard a space station. He hadn’t set foot on an actual planet or felt dirt until he joined the Star Union. Being an officer allowed him the opportunity to travel and to see new worlds. But nothing stopped the ache he had for her.
For Haeley.
His computer version of her approached and shooed away the other women. She spread her legs wide and lifted her skirt, showing off her garter belt. She reached between her thighs and he shook his head, palming his cock.
“I didn’t tell you that you could remove it, did I?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
A sexy pout formed on her face. “I’ve been wearing it since our last meeting. I’m dripping wet and I need you, Dirks.”
“I know, but you have to obey me or I’ll punish you,” he returned. “You didn’t listen last time and the vibrator was your punishment.”
“I won’t disobey you again,” she whispered, easing closer. “Please, Dirks. Please let me take it out. Please fuck me. You let them touch you,” she said, a jealous note in her voice as she pointed to the other two women. They were busy alternating between watching Dirks and petting one another.
He paid little attention to the other women. They weren’t why he’d created the virtual reality. Haeley was. “I let them get me ready for you, Haels. They didn’t fuck me. They never do. Only you, sexy. Only you.” He sat up, touching her thigh. “But last time, you came before I said you could. You were a bad girl. You needed to be taught a lesson.”
She wiggled and bent forward, her cleavage pushing up and nearly out of its encasing. “Dirks, I ache. Please.”
“No, sexy. On your knees and take my cock into your mouth,” he said. “Tonight you’re gonna make me come before I make you, and if you dare come before I tell you to, I’ll add a butt plug to the mix. Then I’ll spank that sexy little ass of yours. Understood?”
Her eyes widened and she sank to her knees in front of him.
Land stars, how he hungered for this woman. She was who he compared every other woman to. She’d been his first, and if he’d been a smart man she’d be with him now—she’d be his only. No. He’d fucked things up with her. He’d promised her a life together, told her that he loved her and wanted to enter into a marriage contract with her, and then the minute he received his acceptance letter to the Star Union, he left her. His intentions had been to go and earn enough money to provide a life for her. A life she deserved. But when he returned from the academy on leave, he’d learned she’d left space station they’d lived their lives on.
He stared down at the holographic version of her as she eased her mouth over the head of his cock. She sucked, drawing her lips up his shaft. His balls lifted slightly as he tensed, the feel of her actions too good to resist.
“That’s it,” he coaxed. “Just like that. Deeper. Take me deeper.”
She did.
Dirks tipped his head back and put his arms along the back of the lounge sofa. Haeley increased her pace, adding a bit of teeth to the mix. Just enough to give additional friction, but not enough to cause pain. Damn, she knew him well.
No. You programmed her to know what you want.
He lifted his head, his gaze going to the holographic image of her. He reached out and cupped her chin, halting her actions and drawing her off his
cock. She stared at him.
“What’s wrong?”
“Do you love me still, Haels?”
He’d not designated responses to such questions, and the platform he was running on wasn’t set up for high levels of independent reasoning on the part of the computer-generated holograms. He didn’t expect an answer that would satisfy him and wasn’t entirely sure why he’d asked the question to begin with.
She tipped her head. “I love the way you feel inside me, Dirks.”
He snorted, the harsh reality of his situation washing over him. “Even the holograph of her can’t love me.”
She returned to the task of sucking his dick and he let her, his thoughts going to the real Haeley. Nearly six years had passed since he’d last seen her, and just over five since he’d even heard so much as a whisper about her possible location. The Haeley he knew and loved had vanished into thin air. That was something, considering how much Star Union tried to account for the whereabouts of all humans within its quadrants.
Chapter Two
Planet side on Viscionia
Haeley Little did her best to calm the council as they continued to argue with one another about the arrival of the offworlder. Viscionia wasn’t exactly open to the idea of visitors. They tended to keep their skies monitored and shoot anything that looked suspicious. They might seem primitive to many but she knew the truth. Knew they were more than capable of interspace travel and of defending themselves from offworld attacks, but that they chose to lead a simple existence. Many saw them as a repressed society, gods fearing and lacking advancements. She knew better.
She knew the secrets they hid from all others.
They didn’t strive to be something more than they were. They didn’t seek out every opportunity to do more, to have more. They were content. So was she since she’d made an emergency landing on their planet nearly five years prior. She’d thought her ways would seem too progressive for them. How mistaken she’d been. They’d opened her eyes to a whole new way of life. A new way to exist—to be one with one’s body, mind, soul and sexual nature.
Nemael, one of the council leaders despite the fact that he too was an offworlder, stood, still silent as he surveyed the other men. Each continued in their heated debate. They disliked the Star Union’s arrival and wanted to keep them at bay for as long as possible. In their minds, the Star Union was narrow-minded in their views on sex, and too forward thinking when it came to technologies. The people of Viscionia thought the Star Union’s reliance on technology would one day be its downfall. They were probably right.
Nemael approached her. His walk was one of a man sure of himself, aware of his body and how to use it to its fullest potential. Nemael had been trained by masters of sexual seduction, sweet torture and people who devoted their lives to helping others find enlightenment through sexual freedom and exploration. He was a master of his craft and had trained her well. Already her body wanted to respond to the sheer closeness of his. Her pussy dampened at the thought of what he could do to her if he wanted to.
“Have anything to offer?” he asked, seeming amused by it all.
She shook her head, her coiled braids moving with her. “Nothing they want to hear.”
He smirked, looking handsome as ever. He wore robes similar to those she’d seen on monks and priests on other planets, but he wasn’t exactly one. He belonged to a sect that was an entity all to itself—The Followers of Hazonius. Their belief system had gods and goddesses within it, but also an overwhelming amount of sex. They believed sex was the one way to reach the divine, to be close to enlightenment and to find one’s real path in life. They also fully believed in destiny and that everything and everyone crossed their paths for a reason.
He slid his hand over her upper arm, exciting her as he pressed his mouth to her ear. His hands had been in more intimate places only nights before. She nearly moaned as he whispered, “You are the only female they’ve ever permitted in the council chambers during meetings. They trust your words and judgment.”
“They trust yours too,” she reminded. And they did. Nemael’s opinion carried much weight. As much, if not more, than the highest of council members.
He licked his lower lip. “But it is not me who can brandish a whip and make them obey.”
“Funny, I could have sworn you did that very thing just two nights ago.” There was a time when she’d have blushed if someone said something of the sort to her. That time had long passed. She now relished her role in the society. She liked knowing she held power among so many of the elite there. She also enjoyed the fact that they saw her as a sexual leader in addition to a valued voice on their council.
If Ledarius could see her now. He’d never believe she’d grown into a wanton woman. A female so sure of herself and her sexuality that she trained others. She taught men how to be better lovers. How to expand and explore their desires. How to find sexual enlightenment.
All the while wishing she’d been able to teach the one man who had held her heart that he didn’t need to run off and join the Star Union to make his father proud.
She ran a hand over Nemael’s scruffy cheek. The night before last he’d had his head buried between her thighs, licking her pussy as she denied him release. He’d been naughty that day and deserved the punishment. Nemael rarely bottomed and when he did, it was a treat. One she looked forward to. She was a switch with him only. To all others she was Mistress Haeley. The Domme.
She sighed and glanced at the other members of the council, growing tired of their pointless bickering. They’d carry on for hours if she permitted them. “Silence,” she stated loudly and clearly so all could hear.
They all fell quiet, awaiting her next command. They, too, had been trained well. She stepped before Nemael and placed her hands on her hips. “Star Union will continue to send others to talk you into freeing their man. If you don’t comply, they will take him by force. Many of your people will be lost for no reason other than you weren’t in the mood to talk peace. Is that really what you want? Do you wish to bury your loved ones because you would not listen and negotiate with offworlders?”
The men shared a look. They seemed doubtful at first but she never wavered in her determined glare. They glanced to the floor, refusing to continue to make eye contact with her. If they didn’t shape up soon she’d have them licking her boots. “Is that what you want?”
Gamon, one of the heads of the council, shook his head. “No.”
“Then agree to sit down with Star Union and talk peace terms. You give their man back regardless,” she said, casting a seductive glance over each of the men.
Gamon cleared his throat. “The man took privileges with two of our women without contract, gifts to the gods or compensation.”
“He had a drunken orgy with two willing women.”
“Regardless, he was to seek out permission from the council first, or at the very least make restitution with their keepers.”
She rolled her eyes. Their ways were often silly and full of steps that made little sense to outsiders. They loved sex. More so than most planets she’d been on, but they had terms and conditions. A woman practicing to be one of the priestesses was not to be touched unless it was during a ritual to honor the gods. A woman who had not been collared by a male, or wed, as most other cultures referred to it, was able to have sex with whomever she pleased so long as her father or male keeper received a gift of monetary value. And a woman entering into a collared relationship with a Dom was to do so in the form of contract first and then a ceremony in public.
It amused her that the men of the planet were so quick to label themselves Doms to the women, yet they folded easily under her whip and quit often folded with just a hard look from her. She snorted at the thought of them.
The Star Union officer who had landed had adhered to none of the rules. Instead, he’d spent a night drinking and fucking—two very willing and wanting women. The women he’d slept with were known troublemakers and often strayed from the path. She saw no re
ason to hold the Star Union officer accountable for the foolishness of two women.
“The women in question threw themselves at him. Not one of you here hasn’t sampled their cunts, so don’t pretend you’re above your own laws. The two women in question have spent years seducing men to their beds. Ignoring the path and the rules laid out before them, and doing as they wish. This male did not force them to do anything, as they have already testified to. His only fault is being male and unable to fight the lure they provided.”
Gamon groaned and then rubbed his cock. “She speaks truth.”
Of course she did.
Gamon looked to the others. “Who among us has not sampled the two women in question? And of those who have sampled them, who has paid coin to their male keepers?”
Not a hand raised.
Haeley rolled her eyes. “Then I believe the matter settled.”
Gamon nodded. “We free the man after we talk peace with the Star Union.”
Another of the council members pointed to her. “She is our offworlder liaison. Allow her to speak for us. The Star Union will not win when trying to twist her words. She speaks their tongue.”
“Agreed,” Gamon said, hunger in his gaze as he watched her. “She will inform them what they are to do and they will do it.”
She smiled and eased closer to Nemael. “We should make sure the prisoner is being treated well.”
“He is alive,” Nemael replied. He looped an arm through hers and tugged her close as he led her out of the meeting room and down the corridor to one of the holding cells. Oil lamps were set just out of reach, each lit, illuminating the cell room slightly. It always seemed dark and dungeon-like to her.
A man who looked more like an uninhibited rogue than the head of security he claimed to be, paced the cell, his blue gaze locking on her. His shoulder-length hair was messy, as if he’d been running his fingers through it endlessly with worry or aggravation. He glanced at Nemael and growled. Nemael laughed and backed up somewhat, allowing Haeley to take the lead.
