Companion 3000

by Evangeline Anderson

  “That’s my girl,” he finally murmured when she was beginning to wonder if she could come just from having her nipples sucked. “Let’s just see how ready you are for this, okay?” One large calloused palm slid down her trembling stomach and cupped her pussy through the see-through panties she wore.

  “Oh!” Leita bit back a moan as his large, knowing fingers began caressing her.

  “You know, these are some naughty little panties, Leita,” he murmured in her ear as he continued to touch her. “I can see right through ‘em. I can see how hot and wet your little pussy is. And this material is so thin I bet I can feel just how wet and ready you are too, even without taking the panties off. You think so?”

  “I don’t…I don’t know,” Leita gasped, squeezing her thighs around his big hand. It was almost too much, too fast and yet, she loved it. Loved the edge of uncertainty, of danger even though she knew there was none. All the Companion 2000s had absolutely fail-safe features built into them and she was sure the 3000 series was no different. Still, it didn’t feel like she was making love to a cyborg or a sex robot—it felt like she was having a dangerous but exciting encounter with a strange man she’d just met. A man who could hurt her but wouldn’t. A man who could take her all the way until she begged and moaned for more.

  “Let’s see then,” Pierce growled softly. “Spread you legs for me, Leita. Let me touch your soft little pussy.”

  The note of command in his voice and the dirty words in her ear touched some chord deep inside her, some fantasy Leita had tried to keep buried for years. A rush of heat swept over her, leaving her feeling weak with desire. Goddess, she needed this so much! Whimpering softly she spread her thighs for him, trying not to moan as his knowing finger spread the swollen lips of her sex and rubbed the thin, silky material of her panties into her slippery folds.

  “That’s it…that’s a good girl, Leita,” Pierce murmured, tracing the outline of her enflamed clit through the drenched fabric. “I was right about this, I can feel how ready your pussy is to have my cock inside it. But as good as this feels, I think I wanna touch you without these in the way.”

  Leita muffled a gasp as his large hand fisted around the fragile material and ripped it away, exposing her pussy completely for him. Two thick fingers entered her almost immediately and began to pump into her hot, wet depths. She arched her back and cried out at the intense sensation. “Oh Goddess…Pierce…Pierce!”

  “That’s right, say my name,” he murmured softly in her ear, continuing to pump into her with his thick fingers. “Say my name while I finger-fuck your hot little cunt, baby girl. Are you ready for more? Ready to have my cock buried inside you?”

  “Yes,” Leita moaned, past caring how desperate she sounded, past caring about anything but how much she needed him inside her, filling her, fucking her. “Yes, Pierce, please!”

  “So polite,” he said, a hint of laughter in his deep voice. “Sayin’ ‘please’ like that—I guess you must have been brought up right.” The entire time his voice was washing over her, his fingers never stopped their motion inside her body. And then his thumb joined in the act, rubbing rough circles across her sensitive clit until Leita thought she might scream.

  She writhed in his arms, feeling the pleasure building inside her, feeling the buzz of adrenaline pulse through her entire body, pushing her higher and higher, getting her ready to come. But just as she was teetering on the edge, ready to take the plunge with just one more stroke of his thick fingers inside her, they were suddenly withdrawn.

  Leita moaned in disappointment, missing the delicious friction at once. “What…? Why…?” was all she could manage, but Pierce seemed to understand her at once.

  “Don’t want you to come that way, baby,” he murmured, sitting up and pulling her into a sitting position as well. “Want you to come all over my cock while I fuck you.”

  “Pierce, I…” She shook her head. “How…how do you want to do it?”

  He grinned at her, a flash of white teeth in his tanned face. “Up to you, honey. If I was choosing, I’d lay you down right here on the bed and plow into you deep and hard.”

  “Then why don’t you?” She was panting lightly, her body still so finely tuned she thought she might go off at the least touch.

  He stroked her cheek. “Didn’t you tell me it’s been a while since you’ve been with a man? A while since you made love?”

  Wordlessly, Leita nodded. It had been well over a year—almost two years, in fact— since Eddie had left with her credit and broken her heart but she didn’t want to think about that now. “What does that have to do with anything?” she demanded.

  “Has to do with the fact that I don’t want to hurt you by taking you too rough or too sudden.” He brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face and leaned down to kiss her. His whiskers tickled her cheek. “In fact, I think the best thing would be for me to lay down here on the bed and get you on top of me. That way you’ll have a little control and I won’t have to worry about hurting you.”

  “Okay.” Leita smiled at him, liking the courtesy and consideration he was showing. Of course, it was doubtlessly all part of his programming, but she appreciated it just the same. “There’s just one problem.” She tugged at the waistband of his tight leather pants. “You have too many clothes on.”

  “Mmm, sure do.” He smiled at her and reached back to pull the black tank top over his head. Leita let her eyes explore the muscular, hairy chest in front of her with delight. Pierce was exactly what she had wanted—a big, warm, scratchy bear of a man who was strong yet gentle, dominate yet considerate. But he’s not really a man, whispered a little voice at the back of her head. Leita pushed it away. She didn’t care about that right now—all she cared about was the fact that she was going to have sex for the first time in almost two years.

  “Pants too,” she demanded, tugging at the tight black leather around his waist.

  “As good as gone,” he assured her, stripping them off along with his combat boots. Then he was naked and Leita could barely restrain her delight. A sculpted torso led down to lean, muscular hips and strong muscled thighs. And his cock…well, the For Her Pleasure website had stated the size of a Companion’s penis would be proportionate to his size, but it looked to Leita like the Companion 3000 series had yet another “bonus feature” she was going to love.

  Pierce’s eyes followed her gaze. “You like that, Leita?” he asked, fisting his thick shaft and pumping slowly for her benefit. “You ready to have it up inside your little pussy, filling you up?”

  She leaned forward and tugged at his arm eagerly. “Now,” she managed to say. “Please, Pierce. I need you now.”

  “Don’t have to tell me twice, honey.” He lay down on the bed, positioning himself on his back and beckoned for her to straddle him. “Come on, baby, I need to be inside you.”

  Leita threw a leg over his hips, mounting him and positioning his thick, throbbing shaft directly under her hungry pussy. Goddess, she ached to have him inside her! It was a throbbing need that seemed to grow with every second. She would have lowered herself directly onto him but Pierce’s large warm hands on her hips stopped her.

  “Slow and easy, baby girl,” he murmured. “Slide against me once or twice first, make everything nice and wet. Don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

  Leita did as he instructed, coming down at an angle so that the thick shaft of his cock was cradled between her swollen pussy lips instead of sliding inside her. Then she rubbed against him, long, slow, agonizing strokes that made her cry out and bite her lip every time the flared, mushroom-shaped head of his cock slid over her trembling clit.

  “Good girl,” Pierce murmured, and his deep voice was ragged—almost as if he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Whoever had programmed him had done a wonderful job, Leita thought hazily. The For Her Pleasure technology was a marvelous thing. She’d have to send a thank you note or a letter of appreciation. Later. Right now if she didn’t get him inside her, filling her up, she w
as going to explode.

  “Now,” she whispered shakily, reaching down to grasp his thick shaft in one hand. The workmanship here was incredibly detailed too, she noted in a detached way. He looked perfectly lifelike, right down to the vein pulsing along the underside of his cock.

  “Are you sure—?” Pierce began but she cut him off.

  “No—right now. I know you’re programmed to think of my safety but if I don’t get you inside me in the next thirty seconds I think I’m going to die.”

  He grinned wolfishly at her. “Well now, can’t have that, can we? Come on then, baby.” She had already positioned him at the entrance of her body. With a sudden thrust, Pierce penetrated her, sending half of his throbbing shaft into her pussy in one deep thrust. Then he stopped, eyes narrowed to slits of concentration, hands holding her hips to keep her in place as Leita gasped and fisted her hands on her thighs. Goddess, he was so big and it had been so long since she had a man inside her she was practically a virgin all over again.

  “Goddess,” she whispered, trying to get used to the stretching sensation, the feeling of having him open her so abruptly.

  “You okay, baby?” Pierce asked her anxiously and she nodded slowly.

  “Yes, just…it’s been a while. Just take it slow,” she told him.

  “Sure, honey.” He began to rock his hips in a slow, careful rhythm, easing his way into her inch by thick inch.

  Leita felt her body beginning to open for him, to welcome him inside. She moaned as he finally slid home inside her, touching bottom, and she knew he could go no farther. His cock was fully seated in her pussy now, bottomed out inside her and it felt so amazingly good to be so completely filled.

  Pierce was watching her carefully, obviously trying to judge the play of emotions across her face as he pressed slowly into her. Now he reached up to stroke a strand of hair out of her face and cup her cheek. There was concern in his eyes, which Leita noticed for the first time, were a deep, drowning blue.

  “You okay, honey?” he asked, almost tenderly. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

  Leita shook her head. Her body had adjusted now, had gotten used to his thick shaft filling her. “Please,” she whispered, not caring that her voice was breathless and needy. “Please, Pierce, need you now. Need you to fuck me.”

  His blue eyes darkened. “Goddess, makes me so hot to hear you talk like that, baby. Say it again, ask me to fuck you.”

  “Fuck me!” she gasped, as he pulled almost all the way out and slammed into her again, filling her to the limit. “Fuck me, Pierce! Oh Goddess, fuck me!”

  “That’s right, baby girl. Give it to me, tell me what you want,” he growled, his fingers tightening around her hips as he pounded into her again. But Leita was beyond words. She braced herself against his muscular forearms, sobbing her pleasure as he fucked deep inside her, plundering her pussy with each rough, delicious thrust. Her heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest and her breath was coming in deep, ragged gasps, and she had never felt so good, so achingly alive in her life.

  Pierce had taken her right to the edge before and she found herself approaching it rapidly again, losing herself in the pleasure as he moved inside her. She became aware she was moaning aloud and she couldn’t help it—couldn’t stop herself. All she could do was hang on for dear life as he pushed her higher and higher, closer and closer to the edge.

  She felt one of his hands slide down her waist to her thigh and then Pierce was stroking her just at the spot they were joined. “Goddess, baby,” she heard him mutter hoarsely. “Love to watch you ride my cock. Love to watch your sweet little pussy spread open around me while I fuck inside you.” One calloused thumb came to rest right over her aching clit and Leita gasped at the sudden jump in sensation.

  Suddenly she wasn’t right on the edge, she was over it—soaring into the aching oblivion of pleasure as her body filled with pure white light and she clenched around him, keening with long overdue release.

  “Goddess,” she heard Pierce growl from what seemed like a long way away. “So hot, so beautiful…”

  Leita opened her eyes to look at him. There was a mixture of lust and tenderness on his face that made her catch her breath. It looked so real—so genuine. It was hard to believe it was only a programmed response.

  “Coming so hard, aren’t you, baby girl?” he whispered, still pressing into her. “Feels so good to have that tight little pussy milking me when you come. So tight, so wet, gonna…” His eyes narrowed and he slammed into her once more, coming home, burying himself to the hilt in her cunt. Leita moaned when she felt him pulsing into her, filling her completely with himself. His fingers on her hips tightened, almost hurting her but she didn’t care, didn’t care about anything but having him inside her at that instant, feeling him make her his own.

  She collapsed against his chest in a sweaty, gasping heap and felt him breathing deeply, his lungs working like a bellows. He seemed to be as tired as she was, she thought, cuddling close so that her head was tucked under his chin. They’d worn each other out with their mutual need.

  Not mutual need, a little voice in the back of her head spoke up. Your need, Leita. He has no needs. He’s a robot, a cyborg—a machine.

  That last thought brought her back to reality and Leita realized what she was doing—she was letting herself have feelings for her sex toy and that had to stop right now. She might as well have a crush on her vibrator or fall in love with her shower nozzle. It was that stupid. Still, Pierce looked so engagingly human, so completely lifelike as he pushed the damp hair back from her forehead and kissed her gently, that it was hard to help herself.

  “That was something else, baby girl,” he rumbled softly, stroking her cheek. “A wild ride.”

  “It was, wasn’t it?” Leita couldn’t help smiling at him. “Look, I know you’re probably hungry after that workout and the long trip here. You want me to make you something to eat?” Then she mentally kicked herself—would she offer to cook dinner for a dildo she had just used? But Pierce seemed to take her suggestion in stride.

  “Mmm.” He smiled at her. “You read my mind, honey. Something to eat would surely hit the spot right now. You mind if I take a shower while you cook?” He sniffed at himself and made a face. “I’m afraid I really need one.”

  “I like the way you smell,” Leita told him, before she could stop herself. “It’s very…very masculine. But your manual says it should wash off with a couple of showers. The smell of the flesh tanks, I mean.”

  Pierce raised an eyebrow at her, looking momentarily confused. “Oh, right, the flesh tanks.” He disengaged from her and sat up, scratching his chest. “Well, I better go wash it off then. Where should I go after?”

  “Kitchen unit is straight down the hall to the right from my bedroom,” Leita told him. “See you in ten?”

  Pierce sniffed himself again. “Better make it twenty, honey. I have a feeling this smell isn’t gonna come off without some serious scrubbing.”

  Pierce nearly burst into song while he lathered up and scrubbed down in the tiny shower unit in Leita’s bathroom. He’d fallen on his feet here, no mistake about it. A beautiful, willing woman, a safe place to hide from Shie-lu and his gang of thugs, or any other bounty hunters who might be after his hide, and had he mentioned the gorgeous, sexy lady he just had incredibly hot sex with? Pierce thought he had, but Leita was definitely worth repeating.

  He closed his eyes and let the steaming water run over his head as he pictured her flushed cheeks and open mouth as she came around him. Goddess, but she had been beautiful in that moment of blind passion, trembling and gasping and milking the cum right out of him with her tight little pussy. Pierce had always prided himself on being a tender, considerate lover, but Leita had surprised him with her need and responsiveness. It was almost as though she’d been waiting just for him—waiting for him to open her, to bring her alive.

  Of course she was waiting for you—she thinks she ordered you from some damn online catalogue.
That stopped him cold. He was already beginning to regret lying to Leita, but there was no way he could tell her the truth now. Not after the hot, tender sex they’d shared. She’d be twice as likely at this point to freak out and throw him out in the cold and Pierce simply couldn’t risk that—not now. Not with Shie-lu and who knew how many other hard cases on his ass.

  He sighed and rinsed the synthetic soap substitute from his hair. He should’ve known the box of platinum extensor chips he’d been moving for Dal were duds. The slimy little bastard who passed them to him had a shifty, untrustworthy look in his slitted black eyes that gave Pierce an itch. He should have tested one or two, just to be sure. But Dal was such a damn stickler for having his goods intact Pierce hadn’t opened the box. For once he’d ignored his instincts and brought the box unopened straight to the crime lord who made his home on Centauri Prime, as specified. Dal, a fat ET with vestigial gills and tentacles—both literal and figurative—all over the galaxy, had assumed Pierce had given him crap chips on purpose and kept the box of good chips for himself. Hence the huge bounty currently riding on Pierce’s head that made him a hot commodity to every lowlife in the galaxy.

  Pierce had tried to explain, had even offered to pay the cost of the chips himself, a sum of credit he could ill afford to part with. But Dal was a Pteregoid, a race that took personal honor to the outermost limits. He considered that Pierce had paid him a personal insult and refused to be mollified with anything less than his head on a stick. If there was some way to prove to Dal he had been duped and had passed the bad chips in good faith, Pierce knew the Pteregoid crime boss would withdraw the bounty. But the slimly little bastard with shifty eyes that had passed him the chips in the first place was nowhere to be found. It was like he’d fallen off the edge of the galaxy. So the heat wasn’t going to die down anytime soon. Hell, Pierce reflected, he might have to stay here six months or more.