I retrieved my clothes, hastened to the bathroom to freshen up and returned dressed in a long, flowing caftan, one of Tony’s gifts from our Italian trip.
“Anybody care for some coffee and dessert?” I asked.
Tony, still scribbling furiously in his electronic notebook, looked up with a scowl. “You look pretty content, I must say.”
I crossed over to stand in front of him. “And it’s all your doing. How can I ever thank you enough?” I gushed.
“Stop it, Val,” he said angrily. “I don’t like your sarcasm.”
“And I don’t like your manipulation,” I replied sweetly. “So we’re even. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m in the mood for coffee.” I turned to Peter. “Want to come and help me?”
He rose with alacrity and followed me into the kitchen. “Tony sounds angry. Did our lovemaking upset him?”
“Yes. And it should have. He has the strangest ideas at times.” I busied myself with setting out cups and plates. “His moods are not going to stop us from enjoying ourselves. Promise me that, Peter.”
He drew me into his arms. “Your pleasure is my first priority — always has been and always will be. You can count on me, Val.”
So Tony actually screwed himself when he programmed Peter. I smiled gleefully at the whole situation. There was no way Tony could win this round.
CHAPTER 17
I woke Sunday morning with two men in my bed — Tony on my right and Peter on my left. It had been a most interesting weekend. Peter and I made love several times, in different positions and locations around my apartment. All the while, Tony took notes and, I assume, sensors in each room recorded everything on film.
I must admit, I slept like a log. What more could a woman ask for? I had a virile lover in Peter who, with his powerful control and almost instant erections, could satisfy my every desire. Tony’s voyeuristic pose only added to the eroticism of the situation. His expression and mood darkened as time went on. How long would he persist in this crazy scenario?
Peter slept with one arm curled around my waist. His dark, auburn hair, rumpled from sleep, framed a manly face. He was an Adonis among men. Glancing at Tony, I met a pair of intense blue eyes. His rugged features and thick, dark hair had always drawn me.
“Good morning, Tony,” I whispered, extending a hand to touch his cheek lightly. “Sleep well?”
“How could I?” he muttered, “with you and that robot having sex all night.”
I chuckled. “It only seemed that way. Actually, we made love once, around four a.m. We thought you were sound asleep.”
“You forget how much you scream when you climax,” he retorted. “You could wake a dead man.”
“I offered to make up the sofa for you.”
He shook his head. “I wanted to observe the two of you in every type of situation — daytime and nighttime.”
“Then you must be very satisfied,” I said, watching a small muscle in his jaw twitch. That was always a sign of his discomfort, although he'd never admit to it.
Tony reached out to cup my breast. Of course, I slept in the buff. He rubbed the tip with his thumb and it grew hard at his touch, much to my chagrin and his satisfaction.
“Peter’s sleeping. Why don’t you roll over here?” he asked softly.
Could I do that? Did I want to? I’d never envisioned myself in such a bizarre situation. But why not?
Cautiously, I lifted Peter’s arm and slipped out. Immediately, Tony seized my waist and pulled me on top of him.
“Much better,” he growled in my ear.
The hours of watching Peter and I make love must have been frustrating for him. His cock was rock hard and huge. I’d never seen it so engorged. I touched it lightly and he groaned.
“See what you’ve done to me?” he rasped.
I can’t say I minded. At least Tony wasn’t falling asleep. “I love seeing you so ready for me,” I crooned. The moment he’d stroked my breast, my juices had started to flow. I sat astride him, taking all of his length into me, enjoying every inch of his hot cock.
We were engrossed in our passionate lovemaking; neither one of us observed Peter who was watching us, until we’d spiraled to an ecstatic peak.
I’d collapsed onto Tony’s chest and he was kissing me when we both became aware of Peter. It was the strangest sensation to look up and see his green eyes following our every move.
“Peter,” I whispered, “we thought you were asleep.” Did he feel betrayed?
He smiled. “It’s okay, Val. I’m happy when you receive pleasure, from me or from anyone else.”
How magnanimous! I was touched anew by his concern for my happiness. I couldn’t imagine Tony saying something like that.
Tony and I were still joined together. Now that he had me all to himself, he appeared in no hurry to release me. I have to say, at that point, I was pretty well satiated. There’d been almost non-stop lovemaking since Friday evening. All those months of frustration and loneliness had been swept away
“You know something, Tony,” I murmured, twirling a finger in his springy chest hairs, “this is a slice of Paradise — two virile lovers in one bed.”
“Don’t get used to it, Val,” he warned, an ominous gleam in his eyes.
I raised my head with a mock expression of surprise. “You mean you won’t be providing me with extra lovers when you’re away?”
I heard Peter laugh in the background. I couldn’t help laughing, too, although Tony’s dour look told me he didn’t find my question amusing.
I cooked a large brunch for all of us. The day before, I’d sent in an enormous grocery order that arrived soon after. Lovemaking does spur the appetite.
“Well, guys,” I said, as we devoured platters of scrambled eggs, bacon, potatoes, French toast and several pots of espresso, “are we getting out of the house today?”
Peter turned to Tony. “It’s up to you. What would you like us to do?”
There was a long silence while Tony considered Peter’s query. “I need some time to review the film I’ve recorded,” he finally answered. “Peter, why don’t you take Val out for some fresh air? If I have everything I want, we’ll call it a day. If there’s something extra I need, I’ll let you know when you return.”
Tony the Director was still calling the shots. Peter and I were his ‘hired’ help, waiting for instruction. Determined to mask my annoyance, I turned to Peter with a bright smile. “Let’s head for the park; I could use a change of pace.” Tony’s authoritarian attitude was getting to me
Dressed warmly and outside in the crisp autumn weather, I regained some of my composure. “Peter, the weather is perfect for horseback riding. What do you think?”
“Sounds like a perfect idea.”
Peter drove us to Central Park and we went horseback riding for several hours under a glorious blue sky. I had a premonition this would be one of my last outings with him.
“Peter, I’m going to miss our holidays.”
“So will I, Val,” he replied. “We have great memories, though. That’s worth something.”
To him memories must be very precious, I realized. Having no roots, no childhood and no past, he would treasure every one of our adventures.
When we returned to my loft apartment late that afternoon, Tony was engrossed in viewing our sexual activities, complete with recorded sound, on an enormous screen.
I stood there, aghast, at the sight of our lovemaking caught with such clarity and close-up detail. I knew, from personal experience, that Peter’s cock was unusually large. But seeing it on screen several times bigger than life, was something else. How did I ever manage to take all of him inside me?
“Thought you’d be finished by now,” I said, trying to ignore the sensual images in front of me.
“Not quite,” Tony replied, hardly giving me a glance. “You’re both welcome to sit down and review them with me.”
“No, thanks,” I muttered, heading for the kitchen.
Peter stayed behind with Tony
while I put a salad together. I’d planned on a steak dinner with baked potatoes and green beans for that evening.
I was musing about the differences in men and women’s visual appetites when Peter walked up behind me.
“Hi, Val,” he said, wrapping his arms around me. Pulling me close, he bent his head to kiss my neck.
As I pressed against him, the full, hard thrust of his erect cock caught me by surprise. Had the viewing of our sexual activities provoked a heated response? I turned around to face him. “What is it, Peter?” I ran my hand lightly down the side of his face as I looked deeply into his bewitching green eyes.
He captured my hand and pressed it to his lips. “Seeing us making love with such abandon, I had this sudden urge to hold you in my arms. We did have a wonderful time together.”
So I was right — the film had turned him on. But I also detected a note of sadness in his expression. Did he have the same premonition that our season of lovemaking was coming to an end?
Lightly, his hands caressed my breasts and the curves of my hips. He unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off. In another moment my bra was tossed aside. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said huskily, cupping a rounded globe in each hand.
This wasn’t the right time or the right place, but Peter’s intense desire carried me along with him. He’d never lost his control before nor had he considered his own pleasure first. With our imminent parting on his mind, he must have made the decision to instigate another round of lovemaking.
With his usual masterly technique, he set about arousing me, caressing and stroking all my secret places. Even if I had wanted to resist him, the sheer force of his sexual desire swept away my rational mind. My arms were around his neck, my mouth was open to his marauding tongue, as he unzipped my jeans and tugged them down.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Like the crack of a whip, Tony’s voice thundered over our heads.
A clear picture of what I must look like — standing almost naked in the kitchen with Peter’s hard cock ready to enter me — flashed through my consciousness. I could feel Peter’s heart beating furiously as he held me close.
“We were just about to make love,” Peter said in an even tone.
I sensed his anger and a chill of fear ran up my spine. When I attempted to move away, he would not release me.
“No, Val, you don’t have to follow Tony’s orders. Remember, your pleasure is my only concern. As long as you want me, I’ll be there to serve you.”
Peter was bound to me and not to Tony. He would serve my interests, first and foremost. My momentary sense of power at his assertion was quickly followed by the sober realization of where this altercation could lead.
One swift glance at Tony’s ferocious expression confirmed my worst fears. If these men came to blows, Peter’s superhuman strength could easily crush Tony. On the other hand, Tony’s far more extensive experience in life could work to Peter’s detriment. Either way, I would lose.
“Peter, I don’t think this is a good idea,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m not really in the mood for lovemaking. Okay?”
Reluctantly, he released me. “Whatever is best for you, Val.”
Hastily, I tugged up my jeans and retrieved my bra and blouse. “Peter, would you mind waiting in the living room? I want to talk to Tony, alone.”
Without another word, Peter left the kitchen. Tony and I faced each other. Seconds dragged by and the tension in the room was almost palpable. Hugging my arms around myself, I waited for him to speak.
Finally, he broke the awful silence.
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CHAPTER 18
“Well, it seems you have a bottomless pit when it comes to sex. Maybe you should go into business.”
His cruel words were meant to shock and hurt me and they hit their mark. I took a quick, inward breath and let it out slowly, determined not to let him know their effect.
“Let’s remember something,” I replied, “you started this whole, loony situation. I’ve been a pawn in your hands for months.” He could hardly deny that charge.
He didn’t even try. His lips thinned to a mocking smile. “I didn’t notice any attempt on your part to limit your sexual appetite. On the contrary, you appeared to enjoy every minute. Here you are in the kitchen, supposedly preparing dinner, and what do I find?”
His derisive tone was getting to me — my stomach was roiling and beads of perspiration made my palms sweaty. “Will you stop it?” I rasped. But he was far from finished.
“You with your pants down ready for action again. Are you insatiable or what?” He walked toward me slowly, his dark, wrathful look boring into me. “You know what? I don’t think one man could ever satisfy you.”
Standing directly in front of me, he had a jeering grin on his face that was definitely not pleasant.
I tipped my face up to meet his squarely. “And how many young women have you gone to bed with on your numerous business trips?” I asked sweetly. He wasn’t going to get away with any double standards. I could give back what he shoved at me.
There was a pause while he studied me. “Is that what you think?” he said in a very quiet tone.
“What else can I think?” I cried. “You’re away for months at a time with all those gorgeous Asian women around you — and you make a point of telling me about them, too.” I was losing it, but I didn’t care. He wasn’t going to get away with accusations like the ones he’d hurled at me. I had a few of my own up my sleeve.
“So you were jealous and this is how you get your revenge — by fooling around with Peter every moment my back is turned.”
I stared at him, incredulous. “I’m not the one jealous … it’s you. You’re jealous of a robot that you programmed to satisfy me.”
We stared at each other for several long moments. My heart beat like a trip hammer and my mouth was dry with fear. I didn’t want to see our relationship deteriorate into a mud-slinging competition — which it was fast becoming.
Feeling overwhelmed, I turned away, leaning against the kitchen counter, my hands gripping the edge. Hunched over, all I wanted to do was disappear into the woodwork. I didn’t want to fight Tony anymore. What was the point? He was going to put his own interpretation on what he’d seen — he’d never listen to me. Everything seemed hopeless. Tears pricked at my eyelids and I tried to blink them away.
The silence was interminable. Had he gone away? From the corner of my eye I saw Tony staring at me, his brow furrowed. The sneer had disappeared and was replaced by a thoughtful expression.
I waited, scarcely able to move, as the seconds ticked by. I had the distinct feeling our fate was being deliberated, arguments pro and con being weighed and balanced. And the verdict?
“This whole thing is ridiculous, Val, you know that,” he said, extending a hand to grip my shoulder. “You’re jealous of my supposed liaisons with innumerable women — which is a delightful fantasy but hardly accurate — and I’m jealous of a robot. Pretty amusing, isn’t it?”
I was not amused. “Pretty awful,” I sniffed. “You’ll never believe that Peter came on to me, for the first time, and I felt sorry for him because he knows he’s not going to see me again and I knew it too and I wanted to make him feel good and I didn’t know what else to do and…”
“Okay, Okay, Val. Enough explanations.” Tony turned me around and drew me into his arms. “We’ve both been foolish. My ego was hurt because I thought you preferred Peter’s lovemaking to mine. And you’ve been imagining me as the Don Juan of Southeast Asia. It is pretty funny, you have to admit.”
Secure in his arms, I could see everything in a different light. “I suppose so,” I said, still not ready to laugh.
He held me close and tenderly stroked my hair. “How about we have the evening all to ourselves? Do you mind if I ask Peter to leave?”
I shook my head. “Good idea.” We needed time alone.
“Let’s say goodbye to him together. I’m sure he’d appreciate seeing you one last time.” To
ny held my hand as we headed for the living room.
I couldn’t help thinking that if I’d suggested we say goodbye together, Tony would have been suspicious. Then another thought occurred to me. I should be grateful Tony was jealous. Maybe this menage à trois had served a purpose after all.
I gave Peter a tender kiss. “Take good care of yourself. You’re a great guy and I’ll always remember you.”
Tony and Peter shook hands cordially. I breathed a sigh of relief when the door closed and Tony and I were finally alone.
“Were you really jealous?” I asked, sitting close to him on the couch.
He nodded ruefully. “I saw the two of you in the kitchen and I lost it there for awhile. I’m sorry if I hurt you. Believe me, you’ll never be a pro.”
“And how do you know that?” I asked, giving him an arch look.
He laughed. “Because I’m going to make an honest woman of you, after all these years.” He pulled me onto his lap. “Didn’t I mention that we’ll be going on our honeymoon over Thanksgiving?” Then, seeing my startled expression, he added, “That’s the only way I can take you with me on my business trips. You know, those stodgy businessmen I deal with — I have to adhere to a strict moral code.”
“You don’t give me much of a choice,” I said, with a big smile belying my words.
“No more choices … and no more robotic lovers,” he warned, with a devilish gleam in his eyes as he slowly began to unbutton my blouse.
Which was more than fine with me.
About the Author
Madelaine Grant always wanted to become an author. Her life took a detour through fine art and art therapy until she moved to Florida. Now she writes short stories and novels that highlight her love of romance.
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