His suckers explore my skin. Sweet at first, then sharp.
Oh!
I gasp at the tiny kiss of pain and look down at the circular mark left behind.
“Assessment?”the bot says, making sure I’m okay.
I’m better than okay. I’ve never imagined.
“We’re good.” I breathe the words, and, even though the bot hears everything, I say it again, louder. “We’regood.”
So, so good.
I suck and his tentacle moves with me as my lips slide over him.
What if itisAgan on the other side of the wall?
How many times have I imagined going to my knees like this for him?
I spread my legs a little wider and gasp around the tentacle in my mouth as another slides across the seam of my shorts.
I should have taken them off already.
That tentacle slips inside the fabric, and it’s my seam he traces next.
One of his suckers covers over my nipple and pulls tight. The sweet little pain it shoots through me makes me moan against his tentacles and I have to release the one I’d been playing with so that I can hold onto the wall.
He’s toying with me and I think I love it. But both of us are here for the same thing…
I don’t want to stand up. I don’t want to break contact. “Ask him to tear off my shorts, please.”
CHAPTER 3
The sound of the cloth tearing makes me shiver.
The scraps slide down my legs as his tentacles lift me up to standing and when they nudge me to turn, I go.
But he doesn’t let me lean forward or reach back to open myself for him.
Tentacles across my torso, he drags me back to the wall.
Cold metal against my spine, he holds me there with bindings made of warm skin and I lick my lips, waiting for him to fill me.
Coiling around my legs, he spreads them wide and I strain against him,needingmore.
“Can you make the opposite wall a mirror?” I ask, not sure about the booth’s limitations.
The bot doesn’t acknowledge my request, it just does it.
What I see in that mirror takes my breath away.
I look like a cautionary tale.
More tentacles wrap around my arms, pulling them up and back against the wall.
And when another slides between my breasts, up my neck, and traces my lips, I open wide for him. Iwanthim in me.
The picture we make is monstrous.
