Her Alpha Lover: A Draken and Charli Boxed Set (22 page)

How could the Robasm play her so well?

And "play" was right. She was being played like an instrument. Her body sang high and low, music billowing in different parts of her. At times she was unaware of the sounds she herself made as she found herself entirely at the mercy of the rhythms being acted out by dildos, levers and plates.

Several times, hoping against hope, she felt an orgasm coming on. Each time, the machine halted before the spasms could launch into convulsions. She had to be impressed. Only once did the Robasm come close to messing up. That time, during an anal thrust, Charli came so close to exploding she actually thought she had. Never before had she been so close to the edge and then―

Nothing.

Nothing
.

Just yearning frustration as both dildos ceased. It was only when both her intimate holes felt yawningly empty that she realized they had somehow managed to slide out of her without stimulating her at all.

That time, Charli screamed.

Then Draken was there, holding her hand. "You're all right, baby," he said.

"No! I'm not!" she yelled.

His hand was resting on one of her buttock cheeks. Stroking it. He bent down to whisper in her ear. "You're magnificent, you do know that? The way you use this bot, you could make us all very rich."

"You already are rich," she choked.

"It's going to start spanking you soon. It should hurt like the devil but maybe give you some relief from the frustration. Then one more ride up the rollercoaster, one more time leaving you hanging, and then you're done. Can you handle it? Or you want us to take you off, darling?"

Charli blinked at him. "S―spanking?"

"Mm, with a very nice, firm paddle shaped like a hand..." His tone said he knew he was tempting her.

"Oh...ah..." The crazy thing was, it
was
tempting
.
She dreaded it. The humiliation. All those scientists―crap, they were staring at her even now―watching as she was disciplined by a freaking
robot
. And yet, and yet...

"Okay," she managed miserably.

"Good,
good
girl, you bad girl," Draken said, and nipped at her ear.

Charli's spine arched at that utterly human, utterly Draken, touch.

"You're fucking making my cock hurt," he growled in her ear, then straightened. Even before he started backing away, the machine was moving again.

Charli felt her bottom being gently stroked by something velvety soft. Her ass cheeks were still being held apart. Then, once more, there came a probing at her anus. That surprised her; she'd thought that part was done. The plug entered her again, and she wasn't sure, but this time she thought it went deeper. Then the other attachment entered her pussy. All while the velvety stroking continued.

The rods began to do their thrusting thing again, and the spiraling toward madness resumed.

The velvety caresses stopped.

And then more whirring and two distinct clicks.

Charli's muscles wanted to tense. She knew what was coming. But she just couldn't. The stimulation was too much. She was now very close to the animal state she had been in before.

Whap
.

The sound rang out before she felt it―a sharp, intense sting. Discipline? This was pure punishment. Draken hadn't hit her so hard at their last encounter.

Whap. Whap. Whap.

Perfectly spaced apart, the blows to her butt were also spatially regular. They gradually effected coverage over every inch of her soft bottom.

Whap whap whap whap whap...

Charli bit her lip so hard it bled, trying not to cry out. Oh, it hurt. Like fire. Fire on her ass, fire in her pussy, fire
in
her ass.

Draken was wrong. It didn't calm her down. It incited her higher. She loved this. This terrible agony. This shameful―
impersonal
―chastisement. Her pussy squelched noisily and her thighs were cool with the wetness dripping down them. The fact that everyone could tell how her body couldn't help responding to the beating made it all much worse.

Much better.

"Three point two eight minutes," somebody announced in a bemused tone, just as the last blow stopped.

Charli panted, waiting...but nothing more. The dildos continued to thrust, but no more burn on her ass. Thank the lord.

"What happened?" the person was continuing. "It was supposed to go only seventy seconds. I'm right, aren't I?"

"I changed it to dynamic instead of static last week," somebody responded.

"Alan changed it?" a bunch of voices chorused.

"Draken wanted it more responsive. Said the data showed that women spanked too long felt abused, but spanked not long enough felt unappreciated.

"Driven by Data Draken," somebody laughed.

"Not
only
data," Draken drawled in his deep, amused voice.

Charli tried to follow their conversation like a human being with a brain, but as soon as the blows had stopped coming, the Robasm had initiated a massage of her clit, and her world was down to her pussy again.

Hell oh hell oh hell...

"She's really pretty," a male voice said. "I think she'd make a great product demonstrator."

Ted. It was Ted, sounding more mellow than before.

The session's almost over. They're about to take a break. They're not being provoked to within an inch of their climax.

"I totally agree," another guy said. "You can tell she's not faking any of it, unlike blondie."

"Oh, blondie," someone said dismissively.

"Later," Draken said firmly. "Discussions of candidates only during breaks, guys."

"Aaah," Charli moaned. "Oh God oh fuck oh God." The words poured from her throat. And then other words―words she hated to say, but at this point, she was way past censorship. "Please―please do it. Let me come. Please. I want to come so bad."

Silence fell upon the room. Charli saw shadows move against the wall and realized with a dim part of her mind that people were gesturing at the camera images. But nobody talked. The only sounds in the room were Charli's own loud, near-hyperventilating breaths, the sound of the dildos pistoning inside her―in out in out―and her little moans and pleas.

Then her body was empty again, her clit abandoned. It was over. The torture session was over. The blood pounded through her veins for a while and everything throbbed. Around her, there was bustling, murmuring. The doors swung open. People left. Somebody touched her leg. Melissa? The touch was withdrawn. Then another touch―Draken's hand. She was being raised up to sit normally. Her skirt lowered. Her shirt raised and her bra restored so it harnessed her breasts again. And Draken was helping her off the machine.

She whimpered.

"Shh. Come with me, Ms. Fontina."

Ted and another scientist were working with the machine, she saw vaguely―stripping the plastic sleeves off the seat and attachments, unscrewing the dildos, wiping other parts down with cloths that reeked of isopropyl alcohol. Then Draken's hand tugged at hers, and she followed him out of the room, her legs functional but wobbly.

"Shit," Draken ground out, in a tone very different from what it had been in the lab. Charli blinked. They were in the hallway. She could see the white backs of some researchers moving away in the distance. Draken was trying a door. He reached into his pocket and brought out a card, which he swiped through a box on the wall.

Then he was pushing through the door and drawing Charli in with him. And she was being shoved up strongly against the wall, against Draken Almatto's hard body.

Oh my God.

Hard wasn't word enough.
Human. Hot. Delicious. Big.

He was all of those.

And
Draken
.

"Please," she said. "Don't make me wait till Monday. Please, Mr. Almatto."

"Christ, baby," Draken said roughly. "Open your legs for me."

The command was surreal. For the last hour, her body hadn't been her own to move. Charli spread her legs. The motion lowered her even more, exaggerating the height differential between her and Draken.

Was he going to fuck her now? Take his own satisfaction, relieve that engorged monstrosity of a cock of his that had distorted his slacks the whole time he'd watched her use the Robasm?

Selfishly use her and leave her wanting?

She didn't care, she realized. She'd do whatever he wanted.

"You horrible ass," she said. "I wanted...I needed...it was too much."

"You should have stopped it, baby," he said.

And he sank to his knees.

Charli gaped in stunned disbelief as Draken raised her skirt, instructing her tersely to hold it bunched in her hands. Gripped her thighs bruisingly hard. And then his hot, wet,
human
mouth was plastered to her pussy, sucking at her clit. Both thumbs were shoved inside her vagina.

And she couldn't have stopped her reaction under threat of nuclear attack. She yelled when, mere moments later, the orgasm hit her.

Hit
being accurate. Her whole body jerked. Her hips slammed forward. Pleasure―no, it wasn't pleasure. It was ecstasy. Not the sensations, exactly. Her nerves were too tightly stretched for simple enjoyment.

But the relief.

Such
a relief.

It was like a noose tightening around her had sprung free and now she was sailing free. Charli began to cry. She grabbed her skirt in one hand so she could yank off her glasses to rub away the tears.

All while her body clenched in triumph―yes, triumph, like her orgasm was some kind of trophy to be celebrated. "Ah," she sobbed. "So good."

There was a muffled sound from down below, where Draken's face was grinding between her legs. She could feel his chin, nose, eyes, everything, rubbing on her, slipping all over her.

So.

Wonderful.

And that tongue and those lips, still drawing hotly, powerfully on her clit...and to her delight, Charli exploded again.

Four more orgasms followed in rapid succession―each more exquisite and satisfying than the last. At last she was shuddering and whimpering quietly. Finally replete.

Whew
.

Draken pulled away and wiped his face on his sleeve. As he looked at her, his devastating features were grinning.

Charli tried to regard him contemptuously but was pretty sure she did a pathetic job of it. "Bastard," she mumbled.

"Mm, yes, darling." He grabbed her hand that swatted him. "What?" he said innocently.

"The only―the
only
thing saving you from my never talking to you again is―is the fact that you just did that to me. You told me I wouldn't get to come until Monday!"

"Disappointed?" he laughed.

"What? No. No, I―I―" How to tell him she knew very well she'd have gone slowly insane if she hadn't had release after that session with the Robasm? Running a program he'd
deliberately
designed to torment
her,
specifically?

"If I'd told you I was going to let you come with a bang, Ms. Cuteness, then you wouldn't have had such an awesome time. Now would you?"

"Manipulative prick
,
" was all she said.

If he minded being called names, his husky voice didn't reveal it. "You were sensational, Charli. Hella beautiful. Seeing you humping that anthrobotic devil...you do know I'm going to be watching your vids to jack off over and over before Monday, don't you?"

"Did I sign a release for that?" she quipped, hoping she wasn't flushing
again
. She was not susceptible to this man's flattery. Not. Or the way he had just called her "Charli," like he thought of her as an actual person, not a fuck toy.

"I don't need your signature to know I can do any fucking thing I want with you at this point."

"That's...unfortunately true." There was no point lying here.

"Unfortunate? Maybe so. I didn't like it, you know. All those cocksuckers staring up your cunt...
my
cunt. You do know each and every one of them wanted to do what I just did? Lick all that juice off you until you bellowed?"

"N
―
no."
His
cunt? Had he really claimed her cunt as his own? Charli definitely blushed then.

"Well, they did. Want to lick that adorable clit of yours. And they wanted your tits. Fucking Jannis was clenching his hands each time the nipsuck function kicked in. Lee wrote the double penetration program. The old freak was drooling down his shirt when you about exploded on that stick up your ass." Draken's eyes narrowed, and his look was almost cold. "You're driving me batshit with your fetish, Ms. Fontina. And not only that, I want to drill you, fuck that soaking hole of yours raw right fucking
now
."

Charli needed a few moments after that to catch her breath.

"Y―you can," she heard herself stammering. "Fuck me, I mean."