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CORINNE

Corinne couldn’t help herself—she was enjoying this shower much more than she knew she ought to.

She’d been uncertain and uncomfortable at first, but the more she felt K -lx’s desire and admiration for her flowing through their Link , the more confident and beautiful she felt… and the more she enjoyed bathing him.

Washing his hair had been satisfying because she’d felt his pleasure when she scratched and massaged his scalp and scrubbed his long hair. She would need to give him a haircut while it was still wet, she decided. And probably she should trim his beard, too.

But first she had to wash the rest of him—which was a big job.

Turning to the soap nozzle, she got a double handful and began rubbing it all over his broad, bare chest. His muscles felt hard under her fingertips—a sensation she’d seldom experienced. She hadn’t had many lovers before Artie and none of them had been built like her new Cyborg .

K-lx stood still and let her wash him, never moving, even when she stood on tiptoes and leaned forward to wash his shoulders, which caused her belly to rub against his bare cock.

Corinne felt the broad head and thick shaft branding her just above her pussy…

but she didn’t move away. The manual had said he needed physical contact in order for her to assert her dominance, she reminded herself.

Besides, it was kind of a rush knowing she was the reason he was so hard.

She leaned closer and a low rumbling sound that was almost a groan came from his chest. Looking up, she saw he was staring down at her with hooded eyes.

“Gods, Mistress —you don’t make it easy not to touch you when you’re rubbing your sweet, curvy body all over me,” he growled.

Corinne saw that his huge hands were balled into fists at his sides. She felt a surge of unease. Was he about to snap and do something he shouldn’t?

But when she probed gently at the Link between them, she didn’t feel him having any desire to rape or take what wasn’t offered by force.

There was an immense physical and sexual need building inside him, however.

Just as the manual had predicted, he was going to need a sexual release.

Still , he was doing a good job of holding himself back.

This was undoubtedly an excellent test of his will and a good way to deepen their Link and assert her dominance.

“I know you’re in need, K -lx,” she told him. Reaching between them, she took his throbbing cock in one soapy hand and stroked gently up and down.

He threw back his head and groaned. His entire big body was tight with tension.

“Gods, Mistress —your soft little hand feels so good on me!”

“I’m going to help you with this in a minute,” Corinne told him, still stroking. “ But first, I need to finish washing you. All right?”

“Yes, Mistress ,” he gritted out. She felt the lust surge in him, but again he held himself still.

“Good.” She finished washing his torso and hips and even made sure to kneel and scrub the flesh parts of his long legs. Then she made him turn around so she could wash the rest of him.

K-lx groaned in pleasure as she ran her fingernails down his broad, wet back.

Corinne had always kept them slightly long—her nails and her hair were the only two vanities she had, living here in the barren station.

Now she was glad she hadn’t cut her nails short.

Her new Cyborg seemed to really enjoy them.

She got some more soap and began working on his muscular buttocks. They were firm and hard with muscle and she liked the feel of them in her hands. However , she also wanted to perform a test. Gently , she slipped her fingers between them, probing inward.

K-lx jumped and turned his head to look over his shoulder at her.

“Mistress?” he asked, his voice coming out hoarse. “ What are you doing?”

“Washing you.” Corinne gave him a stern look. “ I told you I was going to wash you everywhere, didn’t I ?”

“Well…yes. You did.” He still had some uncertainty in his tone but he wasn’t resisting her.

It occurred to Corinne that with every minute they spent together, he sounded more human—or rather, more Kindred , she supposed—and less Cybernetic .

It was like his mind was fully waking up from Stasis .

That was probably a good thing, she decided.

“When I say everywhere, I mean everywhere,” she told him seriously. “ Open yourself for me, K -lx. You must get used to submitting to my orders.”

A low sound somewhere between a growl and a groan rumbled through him and for a moment his whole massive, muscular body tightened up.

Corinne felt the internal struggle going on in him through their Link .

He had doubtless been a proud and dominant warrior in his former life—she supposed no one had ever ordered him to open for them before.

At last, his programming won over his reluctance. Or maybe he just decided he wanted to open for her. At any rate, his big body relaxed and he even spread his thighs for her.

“As you wish, Mistress ,” he growled hoarsely. “ I’ll submit to you…this time.”

“You must always submit,” Corinne lectured as she slipped her fingers further inward. Her middle finger had the shortest nail—it had broken and she’d cut it down a day before. So this was the one she used when she found his rosebud and began to circle it.

K-lx growled again and shifted from foot to foot. He reminded her of a big, dangerous animal that was barely in control. But he must learn to trust her and submit to her—otherwise the Handler / Cyborg relationship between them would be skewed in the wrong direction.

“Easy, K -lx,” she murmured as she pushed calming feelings through their Link and slowly slipped her finger inward. “ Easy now. Just open for me and let me wash you.”

“I’m…trying… Mistress .” His voice came out ragged and hoarse. “ Goddess ! I can feel your little finger inside me!”

“That’s because I’m cleaning you,” Corinne murmured.

Honestly , she could hardly believe she was doing this.

And she wouldn’t have been doing it if she felt serious resistance or distaste through their Link .

But though she felt her new Cyborg’s reluctance, it was laced with desire and lust as well.

He wanted this, he just wasn’t quite sure how to take it.

“Good, K -lx. You’re being so good to let me in,” she murmured again as she reached deeper into him.

He was tight and hot inside and she felt for the little spot she knew was there from her extensive study of male anatomy.

( It had been a required course in the Cybernetics academic track since all Cyborgs were male.)

“Gods!” K -lx groaned, shifting again as she found the spot and started rubbing. “ Mistress , if you’re not careful, you’ll make me come!” he warned.

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” Corinne told him. “ Didn’t I tell you I’d take care of you?”

“Yes, but I thought you were going to jerk me off—not finger-fuck my ass,” he growled, looking over his shoulder.

“I’ll make you come however I want to— I am your Handler ,” she reminded him sternly. “ Now I want you to lean forward and brace your hands against the shower wall.”

He gave her another look, but obeyed at once, leaning forward and placing his hands on the wet tiles. This caused his legs to open even more and gave her easy access to his cock, which was exactly what Corinne wanted.

Reaching around with her left hand, she grasped his thickness in her palm and began to stroke.

“Oh Goddess ! Mistress !” His hips bucked and his metal fingers pressed so hard against the tiles they began to crack.

“Easy, K -lx,” she murmured soothingly. “ Just let the pleasure take you. Relax and let me make you come. I want you to shoot for me— I want to see your seed.”

Her words seemed to have a profound effect on the big Cyborg . He groaned and began pumping his hips, fucking her hand as she gripped him. At the same time, Corinne kept rubbing the spot inside him, massaging it to bring him closer to the edge.

Through their Link , she felt his pleasure growing.

He had been in Stasis for hundreds of years—that was a lot of pent-up tension.

He needed this orgasm, Corrine thought. And for some reason, she felt she needed to give it to him—even though she’d never done this for any other Unit she’d worked with.

She could feel her nipples tingling and her pussy getting hot and wet as she worked him.

The intense pleasure he felt was washing back to her, through their Link .

This was certainly something that had never happened to her before, but Corinne decided to go with it.

She probably shouldn’t let herself come when he did…

but she was no longer sure she could help it.

“Gods, Mistress …so…fucking… close!” he growled out as he pumped into her hand.

“Good— I want you close. I want to feel you coming,” Corinne told him. “ Shoot for me, K -lx. I want to watch you come for me!”

Her words seemed to push him over the edge and she went with him—a whipcrack orgasm rushing through her as, with a final groan, the big Cyborg pressed forward and she felt his thick shaft grow even thicker in her hand.

Then the first jet of thick white cream spurted from the tip of his cock, painting the dark blue tiles of the shower. Another jet followed…and another and another and another.

Corinne panted as pleasure twisted in her belly and watched in awe.

She’d never been with any man who produced this kind of volume!

She wondered if it was because he’d been in Stasis for so long…

or was this normal for a Kindred ? Since the space-faring race had left Earth hundreds of years ago, she had no idea.

At last the spurts of cum stopped and K -lx stood there panting, leaning against the shower wall as he caught his breath.

“That was very good, K -lx,” Corinne praised him gently. She slipped her finger out of his rosebud and released his cock. “ You came for me very well,” she added.

“Didn’t have much fucking choice with you fucking me and stroking me at the same time,” he growled, but she didn’t feel any ire through their Link . What she did feel was profound tiredness. Which made sense.

Though Cyborgs were made to keep going, even under the most difficult conditions, the stress K -lx had gone through tonight was more mental and emotional. Corinne knew from experience that it could be even more draining than physical exertion.

She felt a surprising surge of tenderness towards the big Cyborg . She had claimed him just now. He was hers—utterly hers as far as she was concerned. And it was time to let him rest.

“Come on,” she said, turning off the water. “ Let’s get you dried off and we’ll get settled for the night.”