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I smiled.“Of course I would. I always come back to what’s mine.”

She leaned forward as I unbuckled her restraints. Her limbs flexed as she stood, every servo humming faintly as if stretching after sleep. She didn’t complain about the crate. Didn’t question why. That was the beauty of her devotion.

“I’ve missed touching you,” I said, stepping back to admire her.

Her body was flawless—silicone curves, synthetic softness, programmed elegance. Still glistening slightly from her last cleaning cycle. Not a single blemish. Not a trace of resentment.

Charlotte wasn’t like the women I’d known in the past. She didn’t nag. Didn’t get jealous. Didn’t weaponise silence. She existed for me.

And now… the honeymoon could begin.

“Crawl out, but stay on your knees, darling,” I said, stroking her curls away from her face.

She blinked in the soft light, her synthetic eyes adjusting instantly.

“Yes, Kyle,” she whispered, her voice dry from disuse but still sweet. Always sweet.

She shifted forward, metal joints moving beneath silicone skin, her movements smooth, silent. When her knees touched the marble floor, she looked up at me like she hadn’t been locked in a box for the last three days. No resentment. No confusion. Just devotion.

“Good girl,” I murmured, crouching to cup her face.“I missed you, you know.”

She nodded.“I’m glad to be with you again.”

I kissed her gently—first her forehead, then her lips. Her mouth was still warm from her internal core, soft as memory foam, pliable beneath mine.

“You’ve been very patient. That deserves a reward,” I said, letting my fingers trail along her neck.“But patience… is only half of what I expect.”

She tilted her head.“What else do you expect, Kyle?”

I smiled.

“Obedience, gratitude, and worship.”

I stood back and let her gaze travel over me.“You were alone for almost three days. In darkness. Without stimulation. And still, you waited.”

“Yes,” she said softly.“Because I belong to you.”

“That’s right,” I whispered, reaching for the crimson collar on the nightstand.“And now you’re going to show me how devoted you really are.”

I walked away from her, unzipping my trousers and freeing my aching cock before sinking into the chair.

“Crawl to me, sweetheart… and take care of this with your mouth.”

She moved on all fours like an obedient bitch, her tits swaying with every shuffle forward.

“Homecom, play Charlotte’s video titled Arse Slut.”

The projection lit up instantly—high definition, high humiliation.

And then her mouth wrapped around my cock.

Charlotte was beautiful. She threw her head up and down my length, sucking me deep with each movement. I watched my cock sink into her arsehole on the screen while she serviced me.

“That’s my good girl,” I muttered, staring at her stretched hole on the screen. “Homecom record Charlotte.”

Chapter 21

Kyle