Page 47 of Time Traveling Space Bastards

I shouldn’t be nervous about sex. I was a pleasure model. I was literally built and programmed to give pleasure. I might have hated every minute of it, but I had zero complaints from people who bought me when I was at the brothel. And I had plenty of repeat customers.

I just tended to retreat into my mind and let my programming take over in the brothel. I didn’t want to do that this time. I wanted it to be good. I wanted to be right there with her the entire time and enjoy myself.

I’d never done that before, so I was actually terrified.

She gently took my hand. She could tell and she’d never say anything about it.

“I’ve never fucked in a sentient time machine before. Want to take this back to your bedroom?”

Yeah, we could do that. Kuka took a lot of care with the sleeping quarters in Big Daddy. He could have done barracks and had us all sleeping in bunks, but we all had our own room and Kuka made sure they were perfect for each of us. Mine had a comfortable bed and a desk, but he’d also gotten me books on literally anything I might be interested in.

All the books he’d bought me were things from the royal library. The public wouldn’t have access to them, so I wouldn’t be able to access the content by scanning for it. There was just something relaxing about sitting and reading a book instead of having it instantly downloaded and processed. Kuka knew that.

Baxter enjoyed reading, too, so she made a beeline for my books. She picked them up and stroked the spine lovingly.

“Omi was going to put the chip in so I could actually read the back, but Valtens showed up and we both got gassed before she could.”

“Do you want to go have that done? It’s a pretty quick procedure.”

“Fuck no. I want to be right here with you. We can do whatever you want. Unless you don’t want to.”

I never wanted her to think that. She opened my eyes to so many things and she never looked down on me. I was eating because of her and I loved it. She even convinced Ghol to turn against his abusive owner. I wanted her. And I loved that she wanted me back. Baxter didn’t want me because I was a pleasure model, either. She wanted me.

“No, I want this.”

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?” she asked.

I didn’t kiss. When I was in the brothel, I’d refused that from day one. Some people got mad about that, and it was one of the first reasons I was taken back to be factory reset. She didn’t know that, but I appreciated that she asked first. A lot of people at the brothel didn’t. I had to start telling people that as soon as they walked into the room, or they’d try to shove their tongues down my throat.

But Baxter Holmes? She was different.

“I would love to kiss you.”

Kissing was always this extra level of intimacy I didn’t want to give someone who paid for me, even though I had to give them everything else. Kissing her was perfect. I’d never done it before, but I’d been programmed to know how to do it right.

She groaned and pulled me closer. Her hands went to the bottom of my shirt and then stopped. I pulled away and tucked her hair behind her ears.

“I appreciate you being respectful of my past, but it’s okay. It’s not like that with you and I want this. You can get a little disrespectful with me.”

“You do not want to tell me that.”

She kept walking and pushing me back until my knees hit the bed. I let her shove me on my back and crawl on top of me.

“You’re a pleasure model, but how many times has anyone actually been worried about yours?”

“Never, but it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. That’s never okay. If someone ever did that to me, I’d walk. You weren’t given a choice. So, right now is all about you.”

I was having this entire this entire existential crisis as she pulled my clothes off and started kissing my body like I was precious. My programming meant I should be doing this to her. This should be all about her pleasure and not mine.

But I’d gone against my programming before. I’d been going against it as soon as I came off the assembly line. I could do this, and I could enjoy it. It would have made me happy to pleasure her, but she was making happy humming noises, so pleasing me was doing that, too.

“Holy shit,” she said.

“What’s wrong?”

“Like, most dicks are ugly. Nobody wants an unsolicited dick pic, but yours is actually perfect. I’ve never seen a pretty dick before. Like, if you sent me a friend request and were in my inbox with a photo of this right after I accepted, I probably wouldn’t have gotten mad about it. I mean, it’s huge, but it’s also perfect.”

“I’m a pleasure model and we were designed off of your books. If you like it, you can thank your writing skills.”

“Sure, but I want to see if I can fit it in my mouth.”

I gulped when she swallowed me down. Baxter was good at that. I just let go and enjoyed it. Because this was how it was going to be when we got home. I wasn’t just a pleasure model to her. She considered us equals, which meant she would do this as often as I did it to her.

I groaned. It was so different when I felt a connection with the person and I was present in the moment. I felt everything, and I enjoyed it. Her mouth, her hand stroking me, and her other hand squeezing my balls. It never felt like this before.

It felt like my body was about to override my programming and just let go before I told it to. Which was an entirely new experience for me. That never happened before. When I came before, it was because it was time for that during sex.

So, it was completely unreal and totally surprising when I came and didn’t mean to. I mean, it felt amazing, but it was usually my programming that triggered the orgasm and not what was being done to my body. Was this a bad thing?

“I’m sorry. That’s never happened to me before.”

“An orgasm?”

“An orgasm that wasn’t controlled by my programming. It usually happens after my partner is done.”

“That’s a good thing,” she said, nuzzling my stomach with her cheek.

“I’m able to go again immediately.”

“Well, shit. Hold on, Enix. I’m about to ride you.”