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“That’s enough of that kind of talk,” she said sternly. “I won’t tolerate insolence, K-lx.” Before he could protest, she pointed a finger at him. “I want you to strip and sit back against the headboard with your hands by your sides. Stay there and don’t move unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”

His eyes widened but he nodded obediently.

“Yes, Mistress. I understand.”

“Good—now do as you were told.”

Immediately he rose and began stripping off his boots, shirt, and uniform trousers. When he was nude, it was clear to Corinne that, though he was surprised by her sudden dominance, he was by no means put off by it. His massive cock was achingly erect, the broad head brushing his chiseled abs.

Rather than deterring her, his obvious lust seemed to tighten a wire inside her. She would show him who was boss—who was the Handler…the Mistress. She would teach him a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget, she decided.

She went into the bathroom without another word and changed into a nightgown she’d been keeping for a special occasion. She’d bought it for when her ex, Artie, was still aboard the station but hadn’t gotten a chance to wear it. Now she put it on and looked at herself in the viewer.

The nightgown was made of red, see-through, synthetic silk material which clearly showed her tight nipples and swollen breasts. It tied in the middle with a single bow and would spread open easily if she decided to untie it. There were a tiny pair of red see-through panties that went with it which showed her pussy—which was getting extremely wet for some reason.

Corinne told herself her arousal was not a big deal—what mattered now was establishing dominance over a dangerous Cyborg in the only way she could. She brushed out her hair and stalked back through to the bedroom.

K-lx was sitting back against the headboard, just as she had ordered, with his hands at his sides. When he saw her, they curled into massive metal fists and his eyes went dark.

“Mistress,” he growled. “You look like a fucking goddess!”

“That’s enough out of you,” she said smoothly. Walking over, she climbed onto the bed and straddled him. Standing over him, she looked down and gave him a stern look. “You’re going to sit still and do what I say and keep your hands to yourself,” she said, looking into his eyes. “Am I understood?”

A low rumble of desire rose from his throat but he didn’t move.

“Gods, yes, Mistress. You’re understood,” he growled.

“Good.” Corinne ran her hands down her body. “You like what you see, don’t you?” she purred, running her fingers over her breasts to show him how full they were. The nectar inside was making them incredibly sensitive, but somehow that only made her hotter.

“Fuck yes!” He was breathing hard now.

“And what would you like to do to me?” Corinne demanded.

“Like to fucking rip that little red dress off to start with. Those panties too.” He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring. “I can smell how hot you’re getting, Mistress. “Your little pussy is all wet for me, isn’t it?”

Corinne’s heart was pounding, but she wasn’t about to let him get the upper hand verbally.

“See for yourself,” she said and slipped the panties off. Then she pressed the damp fabric to his nose. “Go on,” she taunted. “Breath me in, K-lx. But don’t touch,” she added, because his hands were twitching at his sides, as though he was aching to grab her.

The big Cyborg inhaled deeply, his pale eyes going hooded with desire.

“Gods, Mistress, this is fucking torture!” he groaned.

“No, this is torture,” Corinne told him.

Then she lowered herself and began to grind against his thick shaft.

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K-LX

K-lx couldn’t hold back a groan of pure frustrated pleasure when he felt his Mistress’s hot, wet pussy gliding across his aching shaft. Gods, her panties smelled so good and her long, wavy, wine-colored hair was wild around her shoulders! Her full breasts were swaying with every move as she stroked against him, torturing him with her soft, curvy body.

He supposed she was making a point about who was the boss in this situation, but the way she was doing it was driving him insane!

His fingers itched to grip her hips and thrust up into her tight, wet sheath, but she had given him a direct order to sit still and keep his hands to himself and he found himself compelled to obey her.

K-lx wasn’t sure what kind of a male he’d been before he was turned into a Cyborg, but he didn’t think he was the kind who would have allowed a female to boss him around in the bedroom. However, he found that he was enjoying this. There was something so primal about watching her grind on him and knowing he couldn’t do anything about it! She was in control and she was acting on him while he was forced to sit still and take it. It was fucking hot.

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