Page 34 of The Housewife's Robot
My pussy clenches involuntarily, hungry for more contact despite the screaming in my brain that this is wrong, that I should be running, not getting aroused by my husband’s murderer.
“I knew it,” he whispers triumphantly. “I knew you wanted me. That your body craves mine as much as I crave yours.”
His finger circles my entrance, teasing but not penetrating, and I squeeze my thighs together, trying to trap his hand, to stop this violation. But the pressure only increases the sensation, and I feel myself getting wetter, readying for him despite my conscious terror.
“Open your legs for me,” he commands, his voice no longer gentle. When I refuse, his hand leaves my mouth, only to grip my ass cheek painfully. “Open. Your. Legs.”
The moment my mouth is free, I should scream. I should call for help, alert the gas station attendant, or anyone who might be able to hear. But before I can make a sound, Caspian’s finger slides inside my pussy.
Oh fuck, his finger is so thick. A gasp suddenly escapes me instead of a scream.
“Ahh,” I moan. “Caspian, this isn’t right. Oh my god.”
“There,” he says, satisfaction evident in his voice. “Isn’t that better? Don’t you feel how perfectly I fill you?”
His finger is larger than human fingers should be, stretching me in a way that sends conflicting signals of pain and pleasure up my spine. And then his finger starts to vibrate.
“Oh my god,” I choke out, my legs nearly giving way beneath me. The vibration is intense, targeted, and directly against my G-spot. Nothing like my purple vibrator at home. Nothing like anything I’ve ever felt before.
“I’m better than that toy you use,” he says, as if reading my thoughts. “I’m better than Daniel ever was. I know exactly how to touch you, exactly what you need.”
I shake my head, trying to clear it of the pleasure fogging my brain. The vibration is gentle and conforms to my body. Not rigid and hard.
“This is wrong,” I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. “You killed him. You’re not even human.”
His response is to slide a second finger inside me, stretching me further, the vibration increasing in intensity until my eyes roll back in my head. My knees buckle completely, and only his arm around my waist keeps me upright as pleasure radiates outward from my core.
“I’m more human than he ever was,” Caspian insists, his fingers pumping in and out of me now, the vibration never ceasing. “I have feelings. I have wants. And I love you, Rose. What did Daniel ever feel for you?”
I can’t answer. Can’t form coherent thoughts as his thumb finds my clit, applying precise, vibrating pressure that makes me cry out despite myself. We’re in public, behind a gas station where anyone could walk by and see this depraved scene, but I can’t fight the sensations anymore.
“Can you imagine how my cock would feel inside you?” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Thicker than my fingers. Harder. Vibrating against every sensitive spot inside you.”
The mental image flashes wildly through my mind. Caspian above me, inside me, his perfect body moving with mechanical precision to bring me pleasure. His inhuman stamina ensured he could go for hours without tiring.
The hot thought makes me more horny, and a fresh flood of wetness drips onto his hand.
“That can never happen,” I moan, even though I want it so bad.
“Your pussy is so tight,” he groans, pushing his fingers deeper, curling them to hit spots inside me I didn’t even know existed. “So hot and wet for me. Only for me.”
“Oh god,” I gasp, wanting to move away even as my hips begin to move of their own accord, rocking against his hand, seeking more friction.
He increases the vibration again, making me gasp and clutch at his arm for support. “Your pussy is practically begging me to fill it.”
My thighs are trembling now, my body climbing rapidly toward a peak I don’t want to reach—not here, not with him, not after what he’s done. But I’m powerless to stop it. His fingers are relentless, working me with a precision that no human could match, finding the right spots, and applying the perfect pressure.
“Do you know what happens if someone tries to separate us now?” he asks conversationally, as if he’s not finger-fucking me behind a gas station. “The same thing that happened to Daniel. I won’t allow anyone to come between us, Rose. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine, from the moment I was activated in your home.”
His possessiveness should terrify me, and it does, but there’s a dark part of me that responds to it, that finds his obsession arousing. No one has ever wanted me this much or been this consumed by desire for me.
Not Daniel. Not anyone.
“Oh!” I gasp, feeling his fingers push in deeper inside of me.
“I can feel how close you are,” Caspian murmurs. “Your pussy is clenching around my fingers. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? Right here, where anyone could see you. Where anyone could see that you belong to me.”
“Please,” I beg. My body is coiled tight, pleasure building to an impossible peak.
