Adam 483: Man or Machine?

by Ruth D. Kerce

  He brushed some stray tendrils of hair from her face. “So, will you allow me to guide you in this tentative relationship we’ve started here?”

  Tentative. At least he realized she still harbored some doubts. Not about him personally, but about how she intended to deal with him and their situation, and maintain her responsibilities at the same time. “Is ‘guide’ a polite way of asking if I’ll let you sexually dominate me?” After all the intimacies they’d shared, she understood him better than he knew. The thought of giving in to her submissive fantasies with him soaked her vagina, and a tremble ran through her body.

  “Ah.” He smiled. “You have me figured out.”

  “I’ll take that to mean yes.”

  He turned serious. His eyes hardened, reflecting need and desire. “How about my question, Tyree? What’s your answer to that?”

  “I’ve never allowed a man the kind of control you’re asking for.”

  “I want your answer.”

  “My answer is…yes,” she breathed out in a mere whisper. She wanted to submit.

  A smile tugged at one corner of Adam’s lips. His head lowered and he covered her mouth in a demanding kiss. When she opened her lips, his tongue slipped inside to duel with hers. At the same time, he held her like she was the most precious possession in the universe.

  She leaned into him, pressing her breasts against his bare chest, giving him everything he wanted.

  His hand tangled in her hair and he gently tugged her head back, breaking the kiss and exposing her throat. He nibbled at her pulse point, then his tongue swiped back and forth over the tender spot.

  “I love that.” Each stroke of his tongue increased her pleasure, until she thought she’d melt to the floor.

  Adam released her and backed up to the desk chair. He snapped open his pants and sat down. “Take off that shirt.”

  Her gaze traveled over his bare chest and followed the thin line of dark hair down his stomach and into his slightly gaping trousers. “Whatever you want, Adam.” Slowly, she grasped the hem of the shirt and pulled up the cotton. She peeled it off of her body and dropped the garment to the floor.

  Adam sat staring at her. He didn’t say anything. He just looked at her naked body.

  She began to feel self-conscious and wondered about his thoughts. Did he find her lacking in some way? She rarely questioned what someone thought of her. But with Adam, his opinion mattered. How he’d gotten under her skin so quickly, she didn’t know. Somehow, already, they’d connected emotionally as well as physically. She wanted this relationship to work between them. With her job and schedule, long-term commitments in her life had never been successful. This time she wanted a different outcome.

  Adam’s hands rested on his lap. His fingers slowly clenched and unclenched. His eyes darkened with desire. “Caress your tits.”

  She exhaled a breath of air she wasn’t even aware of holding. He didn’t find her lacking. The realization made her feel desirable and feminine. Her hands covered her breasts and she began massaging them. The sight of Adam watching her, enjoying what he saw, caused her pulse to race.

  “Pinch your nipples.”

  Tyree smiled and slowly licked her fingers. She slid her hands back over her breasts and tweaked her sensitive buds, trying not to let her pleasure show on her face too much. Even though she loved the idea of submitting to him, she needed to take this a step at a time, so he didn’t assume complete control. She needed to make certain he understood that her submission was only during sex. Otherwise, she was very much in command of her own life and didn’t intend for that to change. She’d welcome less stress and responsibility, if the opportunity arose, but she made all decisions concerning which path her life took.

  When he abruptly stood, she backed up a step. Something in his eyes looked so primitive that the move was automatic.

  “Get on the bed,” he ordered. “Face down. You’re taking my dick up your ass.”

  She gasped.

  “Do it, Tyree. Now.”

  She scrambled onto the bed and flopped onto her stomach, then cringed at how eager her immediate compliance must have looked. So much for “a step at a time”. She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Adam?”

  “What?”

  “Only in the bedroom will I follow your orders.”

  “Mmm hmm.” He disappeared into the bathroom, leaving her lying there waiting and in need.

  Her heart thudded dully in her chest. She wasn’t sure what to make of his response. Later, she’d talk to him about it and make sure that he did understand. She didn’t want their relationship to start out based on any misunderstandings.

  After what seemed an eternity, he returned with something wrapped in a towel.

  “What’s that?” she asked, her curiosity too great to keep quiet.

  He simply looked at her. His gaze locked with hers and, for a long moment, he said nothing. Then he smacked her ass. “Don’t ever question what I do to you sexually.”

  “Hey!” This wasn’t what she’d had in mind when she’d imagined submission. He’d spanked her once before in the bathroom, but not as hard. She hadn’t said anything at the time, thinking it a one-time event. “Do you really think spanking me—”

  “Quiet.” He smacked her ass again.

  Her pussy contracted and pleasure swept through her. She hadn’t expected to feel anything but anger. She held her tongue this time, not knowing what to make of this new experience.

  “Your safeword is Cyborg. Understand?”

  “Um, yes.” Good. He realized that she might need to take back control if she felt too uncomfortable with his domination of her.

  He set the towel down on the side table next to the bed. “Turn your head away.”

  He wasn’t going to let her see what the towel hid or what he intended to do. Figured. She turned her head on the pillow and peered toward the bathroom. An image of them making love in the shower popped into her head. She relaxed and smiled at the memory. He’d been the perfect combination of forceful male and gentle lover. She trusted him completely with her body. It was herself that she didn’t quite trust, especially where her jumbled emotions were concerned.

  “Have you ever had anal sex, Tyree?”

  Her pulse jumped. “Yes.” At her admission, she sensed him pause in whatever he was doing.

  “Did you enjoy it?”

  Only once when she was much younger had she allowed a man that kind of entry. “Yes.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  “Tell you?” His request took her by surprise. Men didn’t generally care to hear about previous lovers.

  He slapped her butt. “Don’t question.”

  She squirmed on the mattress.

  “Now, tell me. Who was he?”

  His hands touched her hair, then slipped down to her back. His fingers caressed her softly. Slowly, he glided his hands lower, toward her ass. She answered quickly. “He was a mechanical engineering assistant in my father’s personal transport repair center.”

  “How old were you?”

  “Seventeen.”

  His hands stopped at the small of her back and he brushed his fingers lightly back and forth across her skin. “So young. How old was he?”

  “Twenty-five.”

  “Where were you two when he stuck his dick up your ass, Tyree?”

  His language kept the atmosphere in the room sexually charged. She wondered if he did that on purpose or if that was just the way he talked about sexual matters.

  “In the repair center after hours.”

  “Not very romantic.”

  “No, but hot.”

  “Were you two a couple?”

  “Not before that, and after it didn’t work out.”

  “Tell me about the fuck.” His hands moved down to her ass.

  She jerked, but he simply massaged the fleshy mounds. She cleared her throat, hoping her voice remained steady. “He’d just finished repairing a personal transport. I came in because I saw the light. I’ll a
dmit…I flirted shamelessly with him. I wanted it, and he knew it. Without a word, he grabbed me, turned me around and pushed me over onto the hood of the transport. He flipped up my skirt and ripped off my panties. Then I felt something cool and moist on my ass. I still don’t even want to know what he used. He kicked my feet apart and his finger stabbed inside me, along with the gooey substance. I heard him open his pants. He pressed his cock against my asshole and pushed it right in. I came immediately. He came immediately. And that’s about it. Short, definitely not sweet, but a good memory on cold, lonely nights.”

  Adam’s voice softened to a caress. “When I’m up your ass, I won’t come immediately. And you’ll come more than once. That’s a promise. Then you’ll have a new memory, and one that hopefully we can share for a long time.”

  She simply nodded, not sure what to say to that. Did he want this to be a long-term relationship as much as she did?

  “What ever happened to him? Why didn’t it work out between the two of you?”

  “A few days later, my father sent him out to a mining colony to do transport repairs and he got killed by some falling boulders during a landslide.”

  “I’m sorry, Tyree. Really. I wouldn’t have asked, if I’d known.”

  She shrugged. “That’s okay. It’s terrible what happened to him. But we wouldn’t have made it anyhow. As bad as it sounds, he was one of those guys who, well, was a great fuck, but not much else.”

  “And what am I?”

  “A phenomenal fuck…and much, much more.” Her voice lowered at the admission of her feelings.

  His voice lowered in kind. “I feel the same about you.” He leaned over and gently kissed each of her ass cheeks.

  Tyree swallowed hard. His soft voice and touch seemed completely at odds with his earlier demanding nature, and made her, even more so, want to give him whatever he wanted.

  “Fuck me, Adam.”

  “In the ass?”

  “Yes.”

  He pushed a pillow under her hips. “I’m going to clip something onto your clit, Tyree, so you come harder.”

  She rose up on her elbows. “What?” Clip? That sounded uncomfortable.

  “Remember…” He pushed her back down, slapping her ass at the same time. “Don’t question me.”

  He had a definite spanking fetish. She relaxed on the mattress, unexpectedly enjoying the warmth of the sting. She needed more info about this clip thing though. “Will it be—” Oops. No questions. “I’m not into excessive pain.” There. That was clear enough.

  “You’ll be fine. You’ll love it. If not, you know what to do.”

  Her heart raced. Yes. She had her safeword. Maybe Adam would show her pleasures she’d never dared. Her excitement mounted at the possibilities.

  His tongue touched her pussy from behind.

  “Mmm.”

  The sound of pleasure filled her ears. She wasn’t sure if it came from her or him. Maybe it had come from both of them.

  “I want you really wet, Tyree.”

  “I am. Soaked. Need to come.”

  “Not quite yet. Don’t move. I’m going to clip you. Try to stay relaxed.”

  She bit her bottom lip, not knowing what to expect. She felt him press something cool along her pussy, as his fingers held her open. Metal. It brushed her clit and she tensed.

  “Easy.”

  Then she felt the pressure as it closed around her sensitive bud. Her fingers grabbed the sheet.

  “Okay?”

  She swallowed hard and nodded. The sensation was intense and intriguing. “Where’d you get that thing?”

  “I made it earlier while you were sleeping.” He slapped her ass.

  She gasped. Oh, yes. She was definitely getting into this spanking thing. She felt a tugging sensation. A thrill raced through her.

  “That’s the attached chain. I pulled on it. It gives me complete control of your clit.” He tugged on it again, a little harder. “Does that feel good?”

  “Y-yes.” Her clit throbbed and seemed to swell, making the flesh extra sensitive.

  Adam stared down at Tyree, naked and waiting for his cock, her ass perched on the pillow, like an erotic offering. He tugged again on the clit chain.

  “Oh. I’m going to come.”

  “Let it happen, Tyree.” He reached beneath her, released the clip and grazed his thumb across her moist clitoris.

  “Ah!” With a shriek of pleasure, she came, and her cum coated his fingers.

  Man, he loved getting her off. He pulled his hand away. One hand tangled in her hair. He held the other to her lips. “Lick my fingers clean.”

  Her tongue eased out and, one by one, she lapped her essence from his digits.

  “Good. I’m going to re-clip you now.”

  She groaned as he reattached the device to her clitoris.

  “You did well, Tyree. Time for the lube.” He almost wished she’d ask something, just so he could smack her ass again. He wanted her to learn to enjoy it as much as he did. He could slap her ass anyway, but that would go against the pattern they’d established. If she enjoyed getting spanked, she knew how to get him to do it. Earlier, she’d said she wasn’t into excessive pain—interesting that she didn’t just say pain. Something else for him to explore.

  He grabbed the tube of jelly he’d brought from the bathroom and popped the top. “Your ass looks like a perfect fuck, Tyree. It’s the ultimate submission, you know that, right?”

  “Is it?”

  He smiled and slapped her ass. Then he chuckled. She’d asked that one on purpose. Or so he hoped. “Well, it’s in the top three, I’d say. Do you have any other questions?” He heard the excitement in his voice. Would she take the dare?

  “I know what you want to do, Adam. Do I have to continue asking silly questions to get the proper spanking you’re itching to give me?”

  He choked on her words, not expecting her to say anything close to that. She pleased him like no other, knew his thoughts and needs. He coughed and cleared his throat. “No, baby, you don’t. Are you sure you can really handle what I want to do?”

  “I wasn’t at first, but now…I want it.”

  He set the tube down. His hands caressed her cheeks, as his heart pounded hard in his chest. “You’ll like it. I know you will.”

  “Do it.”

  He raised his right hand and brought it down on her left cheek, then her right. He paused, waiting for her reaction.

  She made a low sound of pleasure.

  “Damn, you’re sexy, Tyree.” He slapped each cheek again, a little harder this time. His cock strained against his half-open pants. “Again?”

  She nodded.

  He repeated the action, not stopping this time, nor asking permission. He spanked her thoroughly. The sharp sound of his bare hand connecting with her ass filled the room. She squirmed and her bottom turned a nice, rosy shade that he couldn’t tear his eyes from.

  “Fuck me up the ass, Adam. Now!”

  His pulse skyrocketed. He stepped back and ripped off his pants, then smeared some jelly along his cock. He squished a glob on her ass and finger-fucked it into her asshole.

  “Your cock, Adam.” She raised her ass. “Stick it in,” she pleaded. “Hurry.”

  He crawled up on the bed and spread her ass cheeks. He massaged the puckered skin around her hole. “Relax.” He grabbed the clit chain and wrapped it around his wrist, so it would tug while he fucked her.

  Positioning himself, he pressed the head of his cock against her asshole.

  She pushed back against him.

  “Slow, Tyree.” With a groan, he eased the head just barely inside her. The erotic sensation and sight made his cock ache.

  Tyree clenched her ass and he about lost it. “Damn!” He tugged on the clit chain.

  She gasped. “Fill me up!”

  He pushed in deeper. She was so fucking tight. He clenched his teeth.

  “Oh, yes!” She came fast and kept coming. “Adam!”

  “Yeah!” He pumped her ass
, teetering on the edge of losing it himself. He knew she’d be good but he hadn’t expected this. Back and forth, the pleasure along his cock intensified. His balls tightened. He wrapped his arm around her waist, stilling his movements, and held her tightly.

  “Don’t stop.”

  “Just catching my breath. Extending the fuck, baby.” He pushed his dick a little deeper, careful not to go too far or hurt her. “Is that good?” It was damn fantastic for him.

  “Yes! Come up my ass, Adam. I want to feel you spurting into me.”

  Her words pushed him over the edge. He squeezed one of her ass cheeks, pumped his hips and spewed. “Ahh-hh!”

  Tyree came again, thrashing beneath him. She didn’t scream this time, only made little whimpering noises that sounded sexy as hell.

  Her ass clenched him tightly, holding his cock inside her, and he groaned her name. Finally drained of cum, he collapsed across her back. She relaxed, and he slipped out of her body. That was, by far, the best fuck of his life.

  He rolled off her, unclipped her clit and dragged her into his arms. “Are you all right?”

  “Completely satiated.”

  “Me, too.”

  Chapter Six

  Tyree sat on the command deck, filling out reports on an electronic, handheld data pad. She normally did entries in her quarters but, if she stayed in her room, she’d end up in bed with Adam. Or on the floor, or bent over the desk, or any other place he wanted to fuck her.

  Making love with him was better than anything she’d ever experienced, but sex was not conducive to work. Even now, concentrating on mundane, operational reports proved difficult when images of him lying naked in bed, waiting for her, played through her mind.

  He’d shown her things about ecstasy and her body that she’d never thought possible. Including some acts she suspected must be illegal in more than one star sector. A grin crossed her face.

  The memory of her submission to all of his sexual demands almost shocked her. But the pleasures she experienced were phenomenal.