a ripe peach… Stay.”
He kissed her hair, her ear, bit her neck. From the corner of her eye, she saw him hold up the remote and press it. She braced herself.
Not as big a buzz, and a little uncomfortable but it set her to thinking sex, made her press backward as his cock pushed in, sliding into her ass, making it feel overfull and on the verge of too much, too soon. She hissed at the odd tweak of pain as he took her, solidly thrusting.
But the thing on her clit kept buzzing at her. Between the two of them – man and thing, and the dildo stuffed inside her pussy…
She was soon teetering on the edge of another climax and he was grunting as he went in, pinning her hands so firmly onto the glass that it squeaked as her palms slid.
The dildos fucked her, filled her everywhere, while he pushed in, and the buzz climbed, strengthened. There was another thrust, another, countless more with her tensing, trembling, her body confused as to what was in her where.
The world spun, throbbed, her legs shook.
Pinned to the glass, penetrated and filled, she came and came, and felt him fuck her a few more times before he also climaxed. His come was heated, and with the push of a last, solid thrust, he stilled, his weight on her back, his fingers kneading her wrists.
The device kept molesting her.
Too much.
Rent mindless, mouth open, she spasmed into a final climax, her lower body jerking against the cold glass.
“Damn.” He pressed his head to hers, his muscled-up body enfolding her.
The buzzing finally stopped. Her clit was numb. And when he slid his cock from her, she was left to slide down the glass to her knees.
The day was spent in various ways – watching him prepare a meal using the wondrous machines in his house, a meal he fed to her while she kneeled before him. And it was spent being experimented on by various settings on the devices, as well as being screwed twice more – on the bed and over the dining room table.
She asked him about the institute. The scientists studied the sea and the animals in it. Not her type though, because she did not exist. He’d smiled at that.
By the end of the day he’d fed her far more than he had eaten and made love to her more than she thought he’d intended to. His enthusiasm for pacing himself and not fucking her had been trampled by his need to actually do things to her.
Which was fine, in her humble opinion.
Before he returned her to the pool in the late afternoon, he dressed her in a long silken gown with laces down the back then had her pirouette before him.
“You look so beautiful.”
Raffaela smoothed her hand down the front, dabbled her fingers over the tiny cloth-covered buttons. “It is pretty.” She had never owned anything like this. All the possessions she had ever owned could have been carried in a single large suitcase. She’d not even owned a dog, unless you counted a mongrel that had followed her. Like her, it had sought food, a safe place to be, a safe companion.
So why did she want to become a human again?
Success was not guaranteed. Riches were not. Safety was not.
He took up the leash he’d released her from earlier and reattached it. “Back to the pool. You can take it off up there.”
A thought occurred as she trailed after him. “A girlfriend owned this?”
“Yes. Good guess.”
“You’ve had a lot of them? Had sex with them?”
“Yes. And yes.”
“But married none?”
“No.”
Clearly marriage and morality were as messy as in her times, only maybe worse? Men would screw her in alleys but never tell their wives. Now it seemed they had a lot of girlfriends and never married any.
She recalled the other thing she’d meant to say. “Do not forget to eat. You didn’t last night.”
At the glass door Wolfgang stopped and turned, put his back to the door then reeled her in using the chain. He tucked his hand and the gathered chain under her chin.
“You watched me?”
She nodded.
“I will. You know…” A line formed between his eyes. “I almost wish I’d never had the other girls.”
“Girls? Women?”
“They were women, but I like to call you all girls.” His kiss was tender. A press on her lips then he withdrew and eyed her.
“Why?” she murmured.
His grin was devilish. “It makes you mine, more than woman does. Like this does.” The