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My mind swirled as fingers rubbed over my opening.

“Fuck you’re so wet. Sucking my cock really did turn you on. And it’s all because I told you it would. Just like this. You’re going to crave fucking me. You’re going to love being here. I want you to want to stay. I want you to want me all the time.”

A cry left my throat as a finger slid inside of me. My hands shot out, flattening on his shoulders, holding on as he began easing in his digit.

“Damn, you’re…tight.” His brows drew in as confusion surfaced. He eased in another finger, and I hadn’t realized I cried out until the sound registered.

“Wait.”

Digits shifted inside of me, burying as he seemed to think.

“You’re not a virgin but…Have you ever had sex?”

“Sex?” My words came even though reason behind them was vague. His fingers withdrew the smallest amount, and his thumb swirled over my clit. “Once. My Master has no reason to worry. I am skilled.”

“Once?”

He didn’t like that. I could detect his disapproval. It had me sinking down, only to lift. The cravings for more returned, and it was enough to have him beginning to move back inside of me.

“I am skilled.” A moan left me. “I can please my Master.”

“You think so?”

“I do.”

“Show me. Show me how much you’re going to please me, slave.”

His lips met mine, and his tongue pushed into my mouth. Pressure moved to the back of my neck, keeping my face close. As his fingers withdrew, his cock leveled at my opening. The kiss was feeding an odd need. I let my Master’s words repeat, over and over. I was to want him. Crave him. Need him.

His free hand came to my hip, and I could feel myself stretch as I began to sink down his length. My mouth shot open, and he led me up, only to bring me down even further. I was unable to stop the sounds leaving me. My body knew the orders it was under as I began to move in rhythm. It knew the training it had gone through. I should be making erotic sounds as I pleasure him. Soft. Desperate. I should be encouraging my Master to continue. I should feed his ego.

“You feel so big inside of me. I…need this. I need you.”

“Say it again.”

I sucked in a breath as he buried himself inside me.

“Master, I need this.”

“You need me?”

“Yes. I need you.” His lips brushed mine. “Do I feel good for you, Master?”

“You have no idea. This pussy was made for me. Just for me, slave. Do you feel how perfect I fit?”

A cry left me as he pulled me further down. I lifted, knowing exactly where I needed to be.

“You’re so big inside of me. I don’t want you to ever stop.” My lips moved along the edge of his ear, kissing the surface before a moan broke out from me from his grip to my ass. Half lifting, half letting my Master control the speed, I held my body as close to his as I could get.

His commands repeated in my mind again. I urged him faster. I lost myself in the looping orders he’d given. Our sounds merged as one.He wanted me to stay. To want to be here with him. Wanted. Wanted. Wanted. Him. Me. Wanted. Wanted. Wanted.

Master B-1901

Had I wanted a shell? A robot with no feeling or emotion?

As I stared up into the eyes of my new blank slate, I couldn’t understand how she seemed so real. So…human? She was programed to obey. To be what I needed. I knew that, but I hadn’t expected her to be so damn good at it. If I didn’t know better, I was fucking a woman who wanted me as much as I wanted her. Thing was, it wasn’t like that at all. I was fucking a brainwashed body, and I had to remember that as I kept going back in to kiss her. She wasn’t real. She wasn’t even really alive at all.

I grabbed my slave’s shoulder, keeping an arm at her lower back as I leaned her away from me. My mouth latched to her breast, and I sucked to her nipple. The whimper that left her was followed by her body jolting below me. Her pussy clutched to my cock and spasms had her eyes widening.