Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
I cried out, because suddenly I had come so close to orgasm I could feel it grip my abs, then my glutes, then the muscles of my thighs. Master Hendryk’s voice stopped my moving hand.
“Don’t you dare come, Renee.”
CHAPTER 12
Renee
My whole body froze. I became hyper-aware of where my hands had gone, of the two fingers I had unconsciously thrust inside my pussy to find my g-spot right before Master Hendryk had forbidden the climax… of the middle finger I had poked just a tiny ways into my bottom’s puckered ring. My breath went raggedly in and out between my parted lips. Master Hendryk had stopped spanking Candy and had his hand possessively on her little red bottom, his eyes fixed on me as he caressed the fiery globes while she emitted sobs of pain and need. To my dismay I felt my hips move of their own accord, in search of forbidden pleasure, trying to use my suddenly stilled fingers to find release. I had the terrible urge to fall to my knees and beg my master to let me come… or even to fuck me right there… even to open my ass again on his thrusting cock if that was the way he chose to fill me.
“Come here,” he said, his voice soft but absolutely decisive. “Bring the towel and kneel on it. We’ll finish Candy’s lesson together, and I’ll try to explain a little about her. If you’re a good girl I’ll let you come.”
I shuddered at the way Master Hendryk’s command seemed so perfectly to mirror the idea of kneeling that had just come into my own mind’s eye. My forehead creased hard as I pulled my wanton hands away from my pussy and bottom and stooped down to fetch the towel. Absurdly, I tried to make my movements as graceful as I could, as if it mattered. Again, something about Candy seemed to change the way I thought about myself: she couldn’t do anything awkwardly, as far as I could tell—even bent over into the degrading posture our master had commanded she still somehow looked like a perfect doll, her apple-red backside only setting off the creamy pink and white of her lovely skin more beautifully.
I on the other hand stumbled a little, of course, as I approached them, tripping slightly on the raised metal of the shower door’s jamb. I ended up closer to Master Hendryk and Candy than I wanted to be, but he pointed to a spot on the tiled floor nearer still to the artificial girl’s taut, slightly bent legs.
“Down, my dear,” he said. “Facing me.”
I folded the towel, my face burning, and knelt on it with my eyes downcast, just as Master G had taught me.
“Open my robe,” my master instructed.
I could smell the naughty-girl fragrance coming from Candy’s pussy. I wondered whether it was left over from when Master Hendryk had worked her poor little slit and bottom so roughly, or if the spanking itself had made her gush with need as soon as he had stopped and began to rub her hot bottom-cheeks. Sometimes when Master G had spanked me it worked like that, but not always. I remembered the auction, and Master Hendryk’s touch after the caning, and I had to bite my lip at the wave of arousal that passed through me—it seemed very possible that it always worked like that with Master Hendryk.
For girls like me, I thought as I looked at the knot in his robe’s sash. And, I’m sure, for ‘girls’ like Candy.
Were we—Candy the AI concubine and I the real one—both ‘designed’ that way? The thought made me swallow very hard, and that in turn made me realize that my mouth had started to water mortifyingly as I reached my hands up to obey Master Hendryk’s command.
Am I ‘designed’ to salivate when I know my master will make me suck his cock very soon?
To my right, where Candy’s sweet face hung upside down and just half visible out of the corner of my eye, on the other side of her bent legs, I heard a whimper. I could tell from the rhythm Master Hendryk’s hand had just adopted and the embarrassingly wet sounds coming from between my bed sister’s thighs that he had moved his fingers’ attention to her needy pussy.
I had to let out a tiny whimper of my own as I began to loosen the knot in the silken sash.
“Quickly, Renee,” Master Hendryk instructed. “I very much want to fuck your face as soon as possible.”
My cheeks burning, I got the knot untied. The robe parted and I saw that my master wore the same pants that Master G wore, but made of the finest silk rather than soft cotton. His cock jutted out proudly at me, and at the sight the water in my mouth grew so plentiful that I had to swallow some of it.