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Man-Droid the Orgasmatron (MF)

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Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 22,152
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[Siren Classic: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Romance, light bondage, spanking, HEA]

The plan had been simple. Sign up for the sex android trial, so that she had a doting boyfriend to present at the dreaded school reunion.

It was just her luck that Bethany Devlin had to get the one man-droid with an emotion chip. Unable to resist Elliot's charms, she finds in him the only partner she can truly submit to. If only he was real and not just an illusion.

Elliot Parsons has a hard time coming to terms with the fact that he has emotions. Orgasmatrons are programmed to fulfill their partner's every sexual fantasy, but Beth proves to be so much more than just another program to run through. He needs her submission like the very air he pretends to breathe, and he will do anything to keep her safe.

Deciding what is love and what is lust proves nigh on impossible when the government interferes. Time is running out…

A Siren Erotic Romance

User Reviews
Bethany signed up for the android trial only because she needed the perfect date for her reunion. She had no plans to use the sex android for sex, even if that was why he was created. Elliot was crea...

- Nicole

This was a really touching story and I love the way the writer did the ending.

- sarki

Excerpt

 

STORY EXCERPT

 

“Relax, my sweet Beth. I’m not going to jump you, unless you want me to.” His amused voice washed over her, and she opted for just glaring at him.

“I’m not your Beth, sweet or otherwise, and you can drop the pretense now. We both know you’re no android. How much have they paid you for this little adventure?”

“Paid me?” Elliot looked puzzled and then burst out laughing. A deep belly laugh that made all her righteous anger deflate.

“So, you find it hard to believe that I am a Man-Droid, yet you have no problems assuming that I am some kind of a gigolo?” He pinned her in place with the intense gaze he threw in her direction, and he shook his head, suddenly deadly serious.

“Do you think so little of your friends, and yourself for that matter, that you would believe Brian and Jerry would do that to you? I was given the impression you were a better judge of character, at least in your choice of friends. Your choice of men definitively leaves a lot to be desired. Most weren’t fit to lick your boots. Roger was a particularly nasty piece of work.”

The mention of the last man she’d let into her life, albeit briefly, had bile rise in her throat, and Beth swallowed hastily and turned away so that he wouldn’t see her pathetic reaction.

“What do you know about Roger?”

She jumped when he appeared next to her and nudged her chin up with his knuckles. This close up, he was even more handsome, and she leant into his reassuring presence.

“I know everything there is to know about you.” His voice had dropped slightly, and Beth stood spellbound as he stepped closer still. So close that their thighs touched. He leant forward and rested his hands on the breakfast bar either side of her, so that she was caged in with nowhere to go. He studied her, a slight smile on those full lips. Lips that Beth was suddenly desperate to feel on her, but he pulled away. She managed to draw a shuddering breath into her lungs, and her eyes widened when he twisted the fingers of his right hand into his left forearm and pulled.

A panel popped up out of his skin, exposing a complicated-looking set of electrical circuitry. Nestled in the middle was the tiniest computer chip Beth had ever seen.

“Holy fuck, you really are a ro…I mean Man-Droid.”

Elliot chuckled and tapped the chip nestled deep in his electrical veins.

“That I am, sweet Beth, and this chip is the reason why. Everything I am, every memory and every piece of information I have ever accumulated is stored in this chip. All I know about you is right in here. And what I don’t know yet, I will learn. Brian has programmed me to be self-improving. I can fix myself, and I am constantly evolving. I breathe, I have a heartbeat.” He took her hand and rested it on his chest. His heat branded her, and sure enough she could feel the reassuring thump of his heart beating under her fingertips.

“You’re always cold, so my core temperature runs higher than normal to keep you warm. Your favorite food is lasagne, and you hate having your feet tickled. Your neck is the most erogenous zone in your body, and you like your men to take charge. When you were five, you fell off the swing in your back garden and broke your nose.” He smiled at her sharp intake of breath and ran one long finger over the slight bump left behind.

“You have a tattoo on your left bum cheek that spells your first boyfriend’s name in Chinese,and you can’t quite bring yourself to have it removed, since he died in a car crash. You like to—”

“Okay, okay, stop.” Beth put her hand over his mouth to stop him from talking and immediately wished he hadn’t. He licked her palm, and she hastily pulled her hand away.

“Can I touch it?” she asked, pointing to his arm.

“Of course you can.”

Gingerly she ran her fingers over the curiously cool area, all too aware of his quiet gaze on her.

“Isn’t it dangerous, having it that easily accessible? Surely anyone could get at it there?” She bit her lip and shifted nervously from foot to foot, as he closed the flap with one fluid, smooth move.

“Try and see what happens.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Trust me, just try.”

She threw him a worried glance and dutifully ran her hand over his arm. His skin was silky smooth and so soft she couldn’t help but linger. This close to him, touching him, she was too aware of his latent masculinity, his scent, and the way he towered over her.

Her throat constricted and she licked her dry lips, trying to concentrate on her breathing and at finding that blasted flap. But try as she might, she couldn’t.

His breath skittered over her neck right at the spot that turned her to mush, and she closed her eyes and fought her body’s reaction.

“It’s DNA activated, my love.” The endearment skimmed across her sensitized nerve endings, and Beth closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs together. Was it possible to come from listening to a man’s voice alone? No, not a man. He wasn’t a man. She had to remember that.

“Only mine and Brian’s DNA will open that flap. No one else can, so you see, there is no need to fear exposure.” He tugged at her hair band as he spoke and pulled it free. Her hair tumbled down over her shoulders, and he massaged her scalp with just the right amount of pressure to make her sigh.

“Let me take care of you, Beth.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“Elliot?” Beth’s hesitant voice warned him that he was losing her, and he nipped the inside of her thigh. Her thigh muscles relaxed, and she drew in a sharp breath. He smiled against her soft skin and licked a path toward her sodden core. She squirmed when he blew against her clit, and lifted her hips toward him in a silent plea. Her scent called him, and he inhaled against her still-covered mound. Taking the wet material between his teeth, he pulled her thong down and out of the way. She moaned when he straightened up briefly to enable him to pull the scrap of material down her long legs. She helped him by lifting her hips out the way, and her eyes went wide when he held the thong up to his nose and inhaled.

“Give me your hands, Beth,” he said. He pitched his voice as low as he could, and she offered him her wrists without a moment’s hesitation. Only the rapid rise and fall of her ample breasts gave her apprehension away. He tied her wrists together with the thong and pushed her arms above her head, so that she lay before him like a smorgasbord for him to feast on.

“Keep your arms like that and do not lower them.” One hand on her abdomen, he waited for her reaction, and when she nodded once, he smiled.

“Good girl.”

Heat rose in her cheeks, and she looked as though she was going to argue with him, but then thought better of it when he raised his eyebrow and simply stared at her. He hid his smile at the contradiction in terms that was his Beth. Fiercely independent, she nonetheless wanted to be dominated, but only on her terms. The losers she had called her boyfriends in the past hadn’t even managed to give her that. He was here to prove to her that freedom lay in true submission—not the kind micromanaged by her—the kind freely given that gave him control over her body.

“I intend to make you fly, sweet Beth. But it’s up to you. Do as you’re told, and you will. Try to push me and I will leave you hanging. That sweet pussy is mine to do with as I see fit. Are we clear?”

Every muscle in his body tensed waiting for her answer, but it was the ache in his chest that was the hardest to deal with, as his newly formed synapses forced him to act on his feelings. Her answer mattered far more than it ought to. This wasn’t just another program he ran through. It meant too much to him. He needed her submission, to hear her say the words. Words that had never meant anything to him before.

“Yes…I understand…Sir.”

The whispered words echoed in his soul, or at least the place where his soul would be if he had one, and he gave himself a mental high five. It was an odd process this. His logical side analyzing and learning from his emotions, at the same time as his body screamed his needs at him. His cock was so hard he was beginning to wonder if it was ever going to deflate.

He smiled and slowly peeled her top up to reveal her gorgeous tits. Her breath hitched when he greeted the heavy mounds with reverent kisses. Her already hard little nipples firmed even more, and he took one between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard, whilst suckling the other one into his mouth.

Beth’s keening response was music to his ears, and he sucked harder before releasing her nipple with a nip of his teeth. Shiny and wet from his mouth, it stood to attention, much darker than the rosy hue of its surrounding areola. He gave the other nipple the same attention and then pushed her breasts together to alternate between them until she writhed underneath him, whimpering his name.

“One day soon I’ll fuck these tits, but for now…” he scooted lower, kissing a path down her sweat-slicked skin. Elliot savored the taste of her, the sweet musk of her arousal guiding him down to her moist folds. He licked her slit in one long, slow exploration of her, and used his fingers to part her labia. Like the delicate petals of a flower she opened to him, and he couldn’t suppress his groan of delight when her cream flowed freely onto his waiting tongue. He curled two fingers up and inside her tight channel, exerting pressure on the spongy side of her walls. Her cunt clamped around his digits, and Beth’s now incoherent moans told him how close she was. He massaged her sweet spot whilst murmuring encouragements into her swollen folds. Her clit swelled and extended in front of his eyes, and he nibbled the sensitive bud. Her thighs clamped around his head, holding him in place, and she ground her pussy against his face. He stepped up his assault on her tender flesh, his fingers fucking her in earnest, until she tensed and screamed.

Beth’s release shook her body, and Elliot lapped up the elixir her body gushed like a man dying of thirst.

“That’s my Beth. Come for me,” he growled. “Again, and again, and again.”

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