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She could still smell the big Cyborg —his enticing, masculine scent wafted across the room to her and it seemed to make her breasts ache even more. If she didn’t know any better, she would have sworn he was putting out some kind of sex pheromones—why else would he smell so good?

She was trying to get up the nerve to strip for the shower but somehow she couldn’t quite do it.

The night before she had stripped off and showered with him and handled his big body without hesitation.

But then she had been treating him like she would treat any other Cyborg , who wouldn’t have cared no matter what she did.

Now she knew the big K - Unit more intimately and it was abundantly clear he was nothing like the robotic Modern Cyborgs she was used to working with.

He was sitting on the bed, watching her, his eyes half-lidded.

Also , she could feel the desire he was feeling for her coming through their Link .

She’d never felt that from any other Unit she’d worked with.

And she’d never had the desire to respond in kind either…

God—what was wrong with her? She had to get control of herself—and this whole situation.

But how could she stay fully in command when she had to give him a sexual release and also let him suck the nectar from her breasts?

It felt like too much, especially when she was already on edge from the way he’d threatened Silas earlier.

The image of the big Cyborg sucking her nipples while she rubbed against him entered her mind and wouldn’t leave. She could almost feel how hot his mouth would be as he eased the pressure in her breasts and touched her all over…

No, stop! I have to stop thinking this way—what’s wrong with me? Is the DEE compound compromising my thinking somehow? Is it acting like some kind of aphrodisiac?

K-lx seemed to sense her ragged emotions—he was no doubt feeling them through their Link .

“Is there something the matter, Mistress ?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

“No, nothing’s the matter,” Corrine denied hastily.

“Are we going to take another shower together?” was his next question. “ Are you going to make me come for you…or would you like it better if I made you come?” His pale blue eyes roved over her body. “ I’d love to taste you, Mistress …love to feel you coming on my tongue…”

All right—this is too much! I can’t put up with this kind of insolence or I’ll lose all control of him.

It was a dangerous situation for a Handler to be in, when their Cyborg had taken the upper hand.

Without a firm reminder of who was in charge, it could easily lead to a Rogue situation.

Not that Corinne really thought the big K - Unit would go crazy and start killing people…

but she wasn’t going to take any chances.

Lifting her chin, she gave him a stern look.

“That’s enough of that kind of talk,” she said sternly.

“ I won’t tolerate insolence, K -lx.” Before he could protest, she pointed a finger at him.

“ I want you to strip and sit back against the headboard with your hands by your sides. Stay there and don’t move unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”

His eyes widened but he nodded obediently.

“Yes, Mistress . I understand.”

“Good—now do as you were told.”

Immediately he rose and began stripping off his boots, shirt, and uniform trousers. When he was nude, it was clear to Corinne that, though he was surprised by her sudden dominance, he was by no means put off by it. His massive cock was achingly erect, the broad head brushing his chiseled abs.

Rather than deterring her, his obvious lust seemed to tighten a wire inside her. She would show him who was boss—who was the Handler …the Mistress . She would teach him a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget, she decided.

She went into the bathroom without another word and changed into a nightgown she’d been keeping for a special occasion. She’d bought it for when her ex, Artie , was still aboard the station but hadn’t gotten a chance to wear it. Now she put it on and looked at herself in the viewer.

The nightgown was made of red, see-through, synthetic silk material which clearly showed her tight nipples and swollen breasts.

It tied in the middle with a single bow and would spread open easily if she decided to untie it.

There were a tiny pair of red see-through panties that went with it which showed her pussy—which was getting extremely wet for some reason.

Corinne told herself her arousal was not a big deal—what mattered now was establishing dominance over a dangerous Cyborg in the only way she could. She brushed out her hair and stalked back through to the bedroom.

K-lx was sitting back against the headboard, just as she had ordered, with his hands at his sides. When he saw her, they curled into massive metal fists and his eyes went dark.

“Mistress,” he growled. “ You look like a fucking goddess!”

“That’s enough out of you,” she said smoothly. Walking over, she climbed onto the bed and straddled him. Standing over him, she looked down and gave him a stern look. “ You’re going to sit still and do what I say and keep your hands to yourself,” she said, looking into his eyes. “ Am I understood?”

A low rumble of desire rose from his throat but he didn’t move.

“Gods, yes, Mistress . You’re understood,” he growled.

“Good.” Corinne ran her hands down her body. “ You like what you see, don’t you?” she purred, running her fingers over her breasts to show him how full they were. The nectar inside was making them incredibly sensitive, but somehow that only made her hotter.

“Fuck yes!” He was breathing hard now.

“And what would you like to do to me?” Corinne demanded.

“Like to fucking rip that little red dress off to start with. Those panties too.” He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring. “ I can smell how hot you’re getting, Mistress . “ Your little pussy is all wet for me, isn’t it?”

Corinne’s heart was pounding, but she wasn’t about to let him get the upper hand verbally.

“See for yourself,” she said and slipped the panties off. Then she pressed the damp fabric to his nose. “ Go on,” she taunted. “ Breath me in, K -lx. But don’t touch,” she added, because his hands were twitching at his sides, as though he was aching to grab her.

The big Cyborg inhaled deeply, his pale eyes going hooded with desire.

“Gods, Mistress , this is fucking torture!” he groaned.

“No, this is torture,” Corinne told him.

Then she lowered herself and began to grind against his thick shaft.