Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
I look back up at her eyes, the faraway look in place, but when I don’t immediately take the card from her, I catch her take the quickest glance at my face, making one corner of my lips tilt up when she realizes she’d been seen. Yet she’s back to impressing the fuck out of me with her performance when instead of pouting or reacting in any other way a lifeless plaything wouldn’t, she slow-blinks twice…
Then robotically lifts the index card between our faces.
And although I’m still fully embodied by the Dominant inside me, neither of my personalities can resist it.
I toss my head back and laugh.
“Perfection,” I say when my laughter subsides, and as I take the card from her hand, unblocking her face from view, I catch the flutter of her eyelashes at my praise. “Now, let’s see.”
Just then, the disco ball and its spotlight lift to their original spot, and the lights of the playroom brighten to their usual ambiance.
“Let there be light,” I murmur in awe. She had thought of fucking everything, right down to bringing the lights back up so I could read the next card. Which I do once I don my reading glasses.
“If Test One has been completed to your satisfaction, it is now time to move on to Test Mode Two. While the first test was to check that all my limbs and joints and my outer features work properly, this second test is to do the same for my internal features. One of these include my built-in lubrication system—” My lips stretch into a smile, but I manage to keep from laughing at how clever this is. “—which should automatically coat two out of my three pleasure sleeves. Pleasure Sleeve 1 is also known as ‘my mouth,’ and Pleasure Sleeve 2 is also known as ‘my pussy.’ Like the human I’m modeled after, lubrication must be manually inserted into my third pleasure sleeve: my ass.”
I stop and glance up from the card to catch Twyla’s expression, but her jaw is clenched, and that faraway look is fully activated. I have nothing in her face to go off of, but if it’s been written here, I take that as her putting that option on the table.
We’ve done anal play in the past, but only with my mouth, fingers, and small plugs and toys. There was one attempt with my cock, but my tip barely breached that tightest part of her before the look of misery on her face had me pulling back and never trying again—and that was after an hour of foreplay and preparation that had her literally begging to be filled.
Was that one of the experiences she was referring to, in which she wished I had kept going, pushed her past what I deemed her limit, instead of coming to a full-stop like I did? She hadn’t called Red or even Yellow, but I was well acquainted with her body’s tendency to freeze when stressed by that point, when she would’ve been unable to use her safe word even if she wanted to.
But this… this is shedding even more light on what she’d written in the card. And my stomach feels like I’ve just dropped while riding the world’s tallest rollercoaster—exhilarated and full of anticipation for what might come next.
I clear my throat and continue reading. “Another internal feature that will be tested is the voice-activated speed, depth, and motion controls. Simply touch any part of my body while speaking whatever you’d like me to do. This smart feature uses AI technology that will allow me to learn what your specific commands mean if certain vocabulary isn’t initially recognized. Plus, I’ll eventually anticipate what you’ll find pleasurable from patterns in those commands.”
I grin and glance up at my doll’s now relaxed face as she stares over my shoulder. “So you’ve got your own built-in algorithm, huh? That’s pretty fucking high-tech for just a little fuck toy,” I say, being purposely crude to see if I’ll get any reaction.
I do, and the one I receive is just as surprising as being offered her asshole on a silver platter.
As perfectly still as my girl is trying her best to remain, she can’t control the instinctive slight rock of her hips. Surprising, because it was in direct response to degradation.
Something I’ve never even dreamed of doing to the woman on my lap. I’ve never once had the heart to do anything but encourage and praise her, believing any sort of humiliation would traumatize this angelic and sweet-natured creature perched atop my thighs. And before, maybe it would have. But there’s no rule that states you can’t grow out of a role you once believed you’d be in forever.
Hell, look at me. I thought I’d be a sadistic fuck for the rest of my life, only to give up every ounce of pleasure I derived from pain the moment I met her. And now, I’m evolving once again to be the Dom my sub needs.