Her Shameful Education Read Online Emily Tilton

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
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I couldn’t stop the orgasm, and the fear that rose in me as again I imagined it, the hot golden shower right in my face, only seemed to make the spasms of pleasure greater. At the same time, I started trying to shake my head and say no, but only the humming of the n emerged into Candy’s sopping pussy.

“Yes!” she said, clearly knowing precisely what I wanted to say. I felt her shift a little. Her thigh muscles tensed in a different way. I moaned as I understood: it would happen now, right above me.

“Candy!” said Master Hendryk’s voice. “Seven five gamma interrupt!”

Candy froze. Not the way I or any other normal girl would have frozen—limbs trembling a little and breathing hard, motionless for all practical intents and purposes but not truly unmoving. The artificial girl straddling me stopped like a video when you press the pause button. Her legs went completely still, the contracting muscles simply stopped.

“Candy,” my owner repeated, his voice much less sharp, as if having brought Candy’s obscene plan to a standstill he could take his time with further instructions, “seven five gamma come here.”

She got off me with a lithe movement of her perfectly toned body. As I turned my hot face, thoroughly moistened by Candy’s intimate juices, to follow the unfolding of the strange scene, she walked to where Master Hendryk stood in the doorway. He, in his usual work clothes—jeans and a crisp white button-down—followed her progress with his eyes, a wary expression on his own face. Candy stopped, her golden head tilted downward and her hands by her sides.

“Candy seven five gamma go to your isolation room,” he ordered, stepping aside to let her go. I had seen the glass door to Candy’s isolation room, just down the hall: a chamber not much bigger than a closet, with a metal chair. I didn’t know what it was for.

Master Hendryk turned his attention to me.

“I’m sorry, Renee,” he said, a slight but troubled smile flickering on his lips. “There’s clearly something wrong with Candy. In her isolation room, she’ll be cut off from any electronic contacts and she won’t be able to hear us or see us.”

I felt my eyes go wide. “So I didn’t imagine it?” I asked. “The transmitting thing?”

He shook his head. “I don’t think you did. And Candy—or someone who somehow has access to her systems—reset some of her parameters without my knowledge. That seems to be why she had the impulse to pee on you, too.”

I felt my face go even hotter.

“You… you were watching?” I stammered. For a moment I didn’t know why I should feel embarrassed about the shameful act Candy had tried to force me to undergo. The blood receded a little from my cheeks. Then I remembered what I had realized about learning, and educational theory, from that bizarre tutoring session, and my blush returned like a furnace. Candy’s degrading promise to pee on my face had uncovered a dark need inside me, and I couldn’t unsee the mental pictures she had drawn on the backs of my eyelids—or deny, much as I tried, how they had brought me to those submissive orgasms under her skillful tongue.

Master Hendryk nodded. “I told her to use your need to come to tutor you, but somehow a module I hadn’t activated got turned on.”

I frowned, catching my lower lip between my teeth. I realized I still had my hands on my backside, spreading myself as Candy had commanded. Nervously I tightened my fingers, and I felt my forehead crease even more deeply at the jolt of arousal that went through me.

“Golden showers?” I whispered.

Master Hendryk nodded again. “Water sports.”

A new surge of heat came into my cheeks at the generic phrase that concealed such humiliation beneath its innocent surface.

“So you… didn’t tell her to do… that?”

He’d made that completely obvious, of course, so I spoke only to have something to say while my brain attempted to process all the thoughts, emotions, and sensations roiling through my body.

He shook his head.

I didn’t intend to say anything more, but to my dismay my voice seemed to develop a will of its own. It went on, “Do you… I mean… Master, do you…”

There I managed to stop myself. My cheeks now felt like twin suns in some sci-fi solar system. I hoped Master Hendryk wouldn’t have understood, but the smile that appeared on his handsome face told me that he knew precisely where my unfinished question had been headed.

“I had them give Candy that module,” he told me. “But I turned it off so that she wouldn’t do something like this. She’s designed so that when she gets horny she gets more extreme, just like a regular person.”

I felt my mouth twist to the side as I tried in vain to tell myself that he hadn’t just described me—but it seemed like that very realization had formed part of my tutoring session with Candy. She had brought out the shameful need for such extremity, and used it to make me progress in my self-knowledge, and—I felt sure—in my submission, too.


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