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CORINNE

After that night, things fell into a kind of routine. Well , if anything could be considered routine with a huge, seven-foot-tall Cyborg trailing her everywhere like a menacing bodyguard, Corinne thought.

She still wasn’t certain if she was doing the right thing, allowing K -lx to get so close to her.

But there were some things she couldn’t avoid, if she wanted to take care of him properly.

She had to keep drinking the DEE compound to give him her nectar.

And she had to make sure he got off at least once a day or night, to keep his emotional and sexual needs met.

Corinne tried to keep things clinical—she felt guilty about letting herself catch feelings for her Cybernetic Unit .

It wasn’t ethical or right and it certainly wasn’t professional.

But somehow, at the end of every day when she straddled the big K - Unit and gave him her breasts to suck, she couldn’t help feeling for him.

K-lx felt for her, too. She experienced waves of intense emotion from him…caring, longing, possessiveness, protectiveness, and the deep desire to pleasure her.

Corinne tried not to let herself be affected by this…but she couldn’t help herself. She’d never been with a man who adored her before—who worshiped the ground she walked on and wanted to make her come like he wanted his next breath. It was a heady experience, feeling like his personal goddess.

She was determined not to go too far with K -lx, though.

She didn’t let him touch her anymore…even though she secretly wished she could.

Instead , she stroked his thick cock while he sucked her breasts each night until he shot his hot cum all over both their bellies.

That took care of both his needs at once… though it didn’t take care of hers.

Unfortunately, K -lx could feel through their Link that she wasn’t coming when he did, and it made him extremely unhappy. Just getting pleasure himself wasn’t enough for the big K - Unit . He loved sucking her breasts, but he wanted to make her come and he said so frequently.

“Mistress, I don’t like this,” he complained one night after he’d finished showering and cleaning up following his nightly orgasm. He was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his muscular waist and there were beads of water on his broad, bare shoulders.

“You don’t like what?” Corinne asked guardedly. “ Our arrangement?”

“What kind of fucking ‘arrangement’ is it where you give me pleasure but I give you none?” he growled, frowning.

“You give me pleasure,” Corinne protested. “ When you suck my nipples?—”

“It’s not enough,” he cut her off. “ It’s not enough for me…and it’s sure as all the Seven Hells not enough for you.”

“What do you mean?” Corinne asked, frowning. “ Are you having bad dreams again?”

In fact, he had been rather restless during their last few nights together. He’d been thrashing in his sleep and she’d heard him calling for “ Cynthia ” more than once. It had her worried.

But he wasn’t talking about the dreams.

“I mean, you need to come,” he growled softly.

“ I can feel it through our Link . You get pleasure from me sucking your nipples, but it’s not enough to push you over the edge.

” He dropped to one knee suddenly before her.

“ Please , baby—let me make you come,” he pleaded softly.

“ Let me taste your sweet pussy or at least use my fingers on you. I don’t have to breed you— I just want to bring you pleasure. ”

Corinne bit her lip, feeling worried and turned on at the same time. Was he having bad dreams again because she wasn’t giving him enough pleasure? Or was it because he wasn’t allowed to give her pleasure?

“K-lx, I really don’t think it would be appropriate—” she began.

His eyes flashed.

“Fuck appropriate. I fucking need to taste you, baby. And I think you need to be tasted.”

His words made her think of a passage she’d glimpsed in his manual but hadn’t really read. She ought to go back and study it, she thought. For now, though, she had to remain firm.

“K-lx, we can’t do that,” she said, trying to sound stern. “ Now get into bed and I’ll be there in a minute.”

He rose smoothly, but his eyes were still smoldering.

“Yes, Mistress ,” he rumbled. “ But let me know if you change your mind.”

He climbed into bed and Corinne went to sit at her desk. She waved a hand over the interface and called up the manual.

Now where was that part? she thought to herself as she scrolled through the ancient document. Where could it be?

Then, at last she found it, under a section entitled,

K- Unit Cyborgs Special Needs and Considerations .

It is important to remember that all K - Unit Cyborgs are made using Kindred DNA , which means they have the same special needs that a regular Kindred warrior does, the section started out.

What all Handlers must be aware of is that Kindred males have a biological imperative to “taste” their females, as they put it.

In other words, they cannot thrive if they are not allowed to give their chosen mates oral pleasure.

In the case of a K - Unit and his Handler , this may also become the case.

If the K - Unit becomes fixated on his Handler and sees her as his mate, she may need to allow him to “taste” her.

The “honey” she produces—especially if she is drinking the DEE solution we recommend to help produce nectar—should be sufficient to quiet any recurring memories or bad dreams that are leaking through his mental shields.

We realize this may feel invasive without the necessary emotional attachment many human women need to feel before making themselves vulnerable to a male in this way.

This is why all Handlers are carefully matched with their particular K - Unit during training at our facility located under the HKR building in Boston , Massachusetts . In fact ? —

It went on about the lab where the Cybernetics division of the Kindred had apparently been located, but Corinne couldn’t pay any more attention. Her head was filled mental images—images of K -lx on his knees before her, tasting her pussy.

The desire that flowed through her was tangled up in guilt and uncertainty. Now at least she understood why K -lx wanted to taste her so badly but she still felt wrong for wanting him to do it.

To be completely honest, having a guy “go down” on her had always been a disappointing experience.

Artie hadn’t liked it and the few other guys she’d been with who had been willing to try hadn’t been any good.

One that she remembered from her younger days had spent thirty minutes licking her left outer lip.

When she’d tried to redirect him, he’d refused to listen to her and even said,

“I know what I’m doing. Just let me do it.”

Corinne had eventually had to fake an orgasm just to get him to stop—she was getting really raw from all that licking in the wrong place!

Afterwards , he had been extremely proud of himself and kept asking her if he was the best she’d ever had.

She’d nearly pulled a muscle keeping her eyes from rolling.

So she hadn’t had very good experiences with being “tasted” as the manual called it, in the past. The idea of it was hot—the mental image she had of K -lx between her legs was too. But the reality was almost always disappointing.

Still, I wouldn’t be doing it for pleasure so it wouldn’t matter if it was disappointing or not, she told herself. She would only allow the big Cyborg between her thighs to prevent his intrusive and traumatic memories from coming back.

Thinking that made her feel a little better…a little less guilty. She wouldn’t be letting him lick her to make her come—she would just be letting him taste her “honey”—which presumably carried an even stronger dose of the Dream Eradication compounds than the nectar her breasts were producing.

The problem was, the DEE acted on her almost like an aphrodisiac.

Ever since she’d started drinking it and making nectar, it had been much, much harder to keep her hands off the big K - Unit .

He just smelled so good all the time! And it felt like her body was hungry for his.

Keeping their sexual interactions to the bare minimum of letting him suck her nipples while she jerked him off had become increasingly difficult.

What if I let him lick me and for the first time ever it’s really good and I lose control? she asked herself nervously. What if I start begging him to breed me?

There were no answers to those questions…and no way she was trying this tonight, Corinne told herself. She waved at her interface to turn off the monitor and went to bed. She would sleep on the problem and see how she felt in the morning.