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K-LX

K-lx felt almost dazed as he allowed his new Mistress to shepherd him out of the shower stall. His memory had been wiped before he submitted to becoming a Cybernetic Unit , but even so, he doubted that any woman had ever made him come that hard—or in that way—before.

At first he had wanted to resist her. But the genuine emotion he felt coming from her through their Link convinced him not to go against his programming.

Though he definitely could if he had to.

The Tollegs had been careful to leave him a sense of free will.

So though he was programmed to obey his Handler , he didn’t have to follow orders that disgusted him or caused harm or self-loathing.

So he had submitted willingly— K -lx wasn’t sure what that said about him.

What kind of a male was he, really? He didn’t know.

So much of his past had been erased. He only knew that he wanted to be close to his new Mistress and give her what she wanted.

And if what she wanted was to make him come, who was he to deny her?

She dried him all over and then put the towel across the closed lid of the toilet and had him sit for her.

K -lx watched as she toweled herself dry too.

Gods , even though he’d just come so hard, watching her still made him throb.

Kindred were multi-orgasmic, so he wasn’t soft despite his recent orgasm.

He frowned. It was funny that he knew that fact about himself, yet he still couldn’t remember his name—the name he’d had before he was a Cyborg . Well , maybe it would come to him in time.

Corinne wrapped herself in a short robe made of pink, stretchy material which clearly showed the points of her nipples. Somehow this made her body even more alluring than when she was nude—or maybe she was just always alluring, he thought, admiring her curvy form.

His throat felt dry as he watched her full breasts and tight tips rubbing against the thin fabric and he wished he could suck them. He felt he needed to for some reason. But she had ordered him not to touch her, so he sat and watched instead.

His new Mistress spent a moment drying her hair. Then she dug around in a drawer under her sink and came out holding a pair of scissors and a comb.

“I’m going to trim that hair of yours,” she told him as she wrapped a towel around his shoulders. “ You’re pretty shaggy—there must have been a minor time leak in your tube that allowed your hair and beard to grow, even though you were in Stasis .”

K-lx frowned.

“Does that mean I’m much older than I was when I went in?” He frowned. “ I don’t remember how old I was to start with, though.”

“You’re probably about a year older biologically than you were when you went in—judging from the length of your hair and beard,” she said. “ Nothing to get worried about. Now hold still— I don’t want to give you a crooked cut.”

K-lx did as she said. Obeying her orders was easy—especially when it came to staying still while she tended to him. The way she treated him seemed to nudge something inside him—some long-buried memory…maybe of another female he had known once?

But no—all his memories had been wiped, he reminded himself. The Tollegs had said it was for the best. The furry little creatures—who looked like a cross between a Basset Hound and a Chimpanzee —were some of the best surgeons in the galaxy.

He closed his eyes and listened to the snip-snip-snip of the scissors and allowed himself to breathe in his new Mistress’s scent, which was even sweeter and more fragrant following their shower.

She had come when he did—he’d felt it through their Link .

The shared orgasm made him feel even closer to her and he wished again that he could take her in his arms and suck her breasts.

But her orders had been firm—he couldn’t touch her. Sighing internally,

K-lx kept his hands to himself.