TurnKey Lovers

by Destiny Blaine

  She strode closer and never broke her pace. If a woman deserved to be thought of as a man's equal, she could walk with the confidence found in the best of men. “No, it isn't enough. I don't like to be the target of manipulation. He works for you because you invented him. You made him—cloned him—to be like you!” She turned back to Brogan then. “Your only purpose or reason for existence is to keep me entertained! Admit it. I'm right!"

  Phillip crossed his arms, and his expression told a tall tale. He didn't owe her explanations, and Brogan wouldn't give them because Phillip would never allow it.

  The stance he took told her everything, if his set jaw didn't offer enough.. “Well, since you handled the real thing so well, I didn't think you'd complain."

  She wheeled around and faced him. “So you aren't going to deny it?"

  "He's a clone. So what?"

  "I know what he is damn you. What I want to know is how many of them are there?"

  "What? How many what, Paisley? Clones or clones who will fuck you or clones like me?” He let out a humph sound before quickly adding. “Of course if I have clones, they'll be well pleased with their jobs as long as they're in my employ, but admittedly, I will soon tire of pulling my pants down in an alley while I see my wife through the eyes of a replica."

  "No, you'd tire of your own hand, but Phillip.... “She took a different tone and damn near purred out the last of her statement, “You should make a point to get used to every tug and pull—because I kind of like Brogan's err...” She smirked, “equipment."

  His stance changed then, and she rapidly became his prey, one he would pursue at all costs.

  "You do? Hmmm ... funny, I felt fairly confident I'd thought of everything when I chose Brogan. Maybe I—"

  "Maybe you overestimated the impact you and your member have on a woman."

  He rubbed his chin and moved closer.

  She stepped back.

  "No, uh-uh, I don't think so. That's not it. I'm sure of it.” Damn, if he wasn't ripe and ready to see. His hard-on threatened anyone within a mile. He was fucking mad, but he was fuck-ready hot, too.

  "You are?” Her voice softened and she quickly looked for a nearby corner. Before she gave into his charms, she'd transform into her shape, and she'd spend the night on her web. At least as a spider, she didn't have to worry about spending time with Phillip.

  "Go ahead.” He pointed to the closest one he saw since he undoubtedly read her mind. “Probably works with the humans who don't have our gifts, but darling, if you choose to take your formidable shape tonight, I will sleep on your back and enjoy it there. You've forgotten something. I'm like you. I am you."

  "You only wish.” She huffed.

  "I only know."

  Brogan observed from a safe distance. The couple now stood nose to nose. “Will either of you need anything else tonight?"

  Phillip looked at Paisley. “Threesome or one on one tonight, darling?"

  "Fuck you.” She mouthed the words.

  "Gladly.” Brogan and Phillip said the word simultaneously. “I'm at your service."

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  Chapter Sixteen

  Phillip met them in the master suite, but she wasn't sure why he bothered. She didn't want to see him. She didn't care that he stood over her with a protruding member of his anatomy begging, no insisting, on her undivided attention. She wanted time to think about what her company meant to her and what it had meant to her parents. Would they really want her to turn it all over to a man who only promised new worlds and more exciting developments?

  "Brogan, tonight we won't need you.” Phillip seemed hell bent on sending his clone away.

  "Brogan, don't move.” She reached over her right shoulder and touched his hand. He was giving her a made-to-order classic massage. He'd stayed closer to her neck and shoulders, but a few times, once here or there, he'd drifted down to her lower back, and when he did, she nearly offered herself up in a quick exchange. He hit her female spots and softly caressed all the right buttons. Evidently, the man in front of her would use sex to ensure he not only hit them, but he stroked her hot ones.

  "He works for me, Paisley."

  "Imagine,” she said.

  "I thought we'd already decided where and with whom his loyalties were earned."

  Brogan slid from behind her and proved he knew how to make a flighty exit. She started to call after him because, of course, her nature inspired it. In the States, she wore the pants, she called the shots, and she dominated in the corporate world because she owned the big businesses, the grandest in the galaxy. Hell, she owned her own planets, if anyone wanted to get down to truer particulars. Some did. Some didn't. Right now, she wanted to make sure Phillip realized it. He didn't care. Why? Because of the very hot spots her parents once told her all about. Her enemies would look for hot buttons—now she had one of the hottest of them all—a man who wanted her for keeps.

  "How long do you think it would take me to turn him against you?” She stood up and dropped her robe as if she believed her body might inspire men to turn against men.

  His eyes drifted to her crotch, not her well formed full breasts, those twins of enhancements and natural perfection. He licked his upper lip, and while she felt confident, sure of age old truths, he wanted her; he didn't bother with a close move in her direction. Instead, he headed the other way, to a nearby chaise.

  A broad back to her, he stripped his shirt off and tossed it behind him. “Are you tired?"

  Ignoring him suited her. “Very. Exhausted enough to sleep, something I prefer to do alone."

  "You can sleep alone in the States when I'm not at your side."

  "Oh, so you plan to keep me at your side until I return to the States and you return to your harem, where things will surely change."

  "I don't have a harem."

  "Tossed them out for the recycling process, I take it?"

  "They were clones."

  "Really? Creative, innovative solutions for the Colonies of Our Galaxy. You create the ideal woman but then dispose of her or them when..."

  He cut her off. “I didn't dispose of them. I merely moved them."

  "On the chance you couldn't control me?"

  "On the chance you couldn't control me.” He smirked.

  "Really?"

  "Absolutely.” He moved closer to her, stepping out of his slacks as if they were never designed to confine or hide anything, let alone cover a hard male in pursuit of a mating call.

  Swiftly, she moved to the side, turning her body as she did. Her gaze began to wander. She searched for a place to go, somewhere to hide, but she realized, down deep inside, she understood, nowhere offered the ability of escape because she didn't really want to hide. At least, not from him.

  "Don't leave me wishing tonight, love. Tonight, I have a lot of things to show you."

  "Really?” She stared harder at a dark corner. It beckoned her there for amusement and rest. Amusement because Phillip wouldn't be able to resist joining her in his brilliant state and rest, because there, she'd surely find more of it than on the bed. Naturally, covering herself with his strong arms had its charms—but several more of them were offered in the webs where the largest of all spiders tread. Better opportunities and seductive worlds left to explore.

  "What if I say no? What if I tell you I'm not interested in you or what you're pitching. You know, I can. These dreams you have, they are your goals and your father's ideas. You know I don't have to submit to you. I can walk away. Return to the States tomorrow and continue to live as I've always lived."

  "You wouldn't be happy, and I promise, you'd return here often."

  "Cocky?"

  "Oh, sweet lover, you have no idea.” He moved closer, and as he did, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him.

  "We don't know enough about one another to make this work.” She tossed her hair over her back as if the new declaration would stop a man like Phillip in his forward pursuits.

  "Who says we have to work?
"

  "The Colonies of Our Galaxy wasn't built in a day."

  "And the expansion I have in mind will take much longer than the original undertaking here, and you'll savor every minute."

  "Really? Sounds like you've planned everything right down to the time you are going to spend away from me."

  He tugged her closer. “Do I feel like a man who plans to spend time away from the one woman in this universe who can make his life a little harder?” He smirked with an expression, revealing underlying motives.

  "But you said...” She started to say something but then he kissed her words and thought process off-track. She forgot what she wanted to remind him and barely realized she'd spoken in the first place.

  "What I say and what I know and believe may be two different things."

  "Care to elaborate?” Her business sense really wanted to kick her ass, but with her hand on Phillip's hard cock, it was almost impossible to think about business or expansions beyond the length she found swelling in her hand.

  "Sure. You said your father once gave several men sound advice. He said ‘a man who controlled his woman's needs', more or less, is the one who has all the power."

  "That's not the exact words he chose..."

  "But what he didn't tell you was something far more important” He winked, looked at her like she was sex waiting amidst the stars, and continued, “And he failed to notice the obvious because it's something I'm not sure I would've dismissed if I'd been in your father's position. I mean, the man forgot one major point. Your mother's web made Paisley Properties possible in the first place."

  She felt her lips turn up in a smile she'd likely wear around for days. “So you believe, as you mentioned earlier, if a man's cock is controlled or rather can be controlled, then the woman has all of the power."

  "Absolutely. Without a doubt."

  Laughter shook her. “Well, my mother didn't control my father or his wandering body parts.” She stared at Phillip.

  "No, and she lost her power here, too, because of it. No one respected her because she put up with your father and his philandering ways. No one held your father in high regard because of the way he treated your mother. They were a couple separated by the very lives and boundaries they'd built."

  "True.” She moved closer because she suddenly just wanted to touch him. Not because of the case and point he brought to her attention but just because she felt a profound need to connect with him.

  "I think if we take care of each other, Paisley, in every aspect, we can build a galaxy of common communities for all people to enjoy—not just the rich and famous or the privileged but everyone."

  "That's your dream.” She stared at him in disbelief. “I expected something on a grander scale."

  "I'll leave it up to you, of course. In my opinion, your family alienated others with the original developments here, and because of the separation, they cost themselves an even nicer profit. I want to get back to a few basics. And I'd like to start with you...” he took her hand and showed her what he had in mind. The man obviously didn't like to talk about business without bringing pleasure into some of the conversation.

  Chuckling, she withdrew her fingertips from him, even though she'd have loved nothing more than to wrap him in her closed fist and simply pump him into her palm.

  "You've really given this a lot of thought. I'm impressed."

  "I'm full of surprises.” The wicked expression danced across his face as he pulled her closer again.

  This time she wrapped her hand around his cock with every intention of pleasing him, deciding she never wanted to resist him or the temptations he offered. She began to stroke him up and down.

  Business turned her on, and Phillip aroused her to the state of orgasmic pursuits. The thought of fucking him weighed in and stayed on her mind. “Now, I just have one question. When you speak of controlling the man by controlling his cock, I have to know if we're talking about the original man's cock or the clone's—Brogan's."

  Phillip kissed her neck lightly before he answered. “Why don't I just show you who I mean."

  Paisley closed her eyes and began to let her imagination run wild. Before a full breath inhaled could be exhaled, she heard the sweet whispers of another, too. Brogan was right at her ear—Phillip was on her lips.

  "You realize this experience would be viewed by some as one worth the trip into outer space. Most would consider you very lucky indeed, darling.” Brogan moved in behind her and kissed her neck as he settled his hands on both sides of her waist.

  "Oh, definitely.” She rested her head on Brogan's chest beneath his chin as she gazed, truly lost herself, in Phillip's eyes. “What woman wouldn't want two men at her beck and call?"

  Phillip waved Brogan off as a final dismissive gesture loaded with good riddance and finality. “The kind of woman who by exercising control over one man can truly find her love regardless of the world she lives in."

  He held her in his gaze before he brought her hand to his lips. She understood Brogan left them then and he was gone for good. The fact, the acknowledgement really, seemed to dance throughout the room.

  Without missing the absence of one, she watched the other. The man who left her would never reappear, but she knew Brogan was only hired to help coax her into Phillip's arms, and for the experience alone, she sent him on his way with unspoken gratitude. But her focus stayed on one man.

  Before additional words were exchanged, she watched as he attached himself to a gorgeous and meticulously homespun web, and she followed him there without any inhibitions. She didn't mind giving him the control or following his lead, just as long as they could experience their worlds together, all of them, no matter where they would eventually lead.

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  About the Author

  Destiny Blaine is an erotic romance author who writes in various genres. Married to the man she says has graciously put up with her for over seventeen years, Destiny and her husband live in East Tennessee. She has two teenagers who keep her on the move with sports camps and ballgames just because they fear their mother doesn't have enough to do!

  You can visit Destiny on her website at www.destinyblaine.com or stop by and see her MySpace site at www.myspace.com/destinyblaine.

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