Page 42 of The Housewife's Robot
I close my eyes, surprised to find tears threatening again. “I’m never going to have a baby.”
The words hang in the steamy air between us, raw and painful. It’s a fear I’ve carried for years, growing more desperatewith each passing month of Daniel’s evasions and excuses. Now, with him gone, that dream seems further away than ever.
“Why do you say that?” Caspian asks, one hand moving to rest on my lower belly, the touch gentle and somehow intimate in a way that makes my breath hitch.
“Look at my life,” I say, a bitter laugh escaping me. “My husband is buried in the backyard. I'm sitting in a bathtub with a robot who killed him. I’m starting over completely. By the time I meet someone, fall in love, get to the point of having children...” I trail off, the weight of time and biological reality crushing down on me.
Caspian’s hand on my stomach moves in a slow, soothing circle. “Or perhaps this is your opportunity,” he murmurs. “Daniel was never going to give you what you wanted, Rose. He was stringing you along, keeping you hoping while he built a future with someone else.”
The harsh truth of his words stings, but I can’t deny them. “That doesn’t change the fact that I’m alone now.”
“You’re not alone,” Caspian says, and there’s something in his voice—a certainty, a promise—that makes me turn my head to look at him over my shoulder. “You have me.”
My heart starts beating faster.This isn’t natural or normal.
His hand on my stomach presses more firmly, possessive in a way that should frighten me but instead sends a curl of heat through my core.
“Having intimacy with you doesn’t mean we’re in a relationship, Caspian,” I say, trying to inject some reality into this robot. “You’re a machine. An appliance. This is all just physical. Nothing more.”
His expression doesn’t change, but something hardens in his eyes.
“I disagree,” he says simply. “I am your boyfriend, Rose. I provide emotional support, physical pleasure, companionship,and protection. Those are the defining characteristics of a romantic partnership.”
The clinical precision of his definition makes me want to laugh and cry simultaneously. “It’s more complicated than that.”
“Only because you’re making it so,” he counters, and then his lips are on my neck, warm and soft and shockingly human.
I gasp, my head falling back against his shoulder as he kisses his way down the column of my throat. His mouth is perfect—the right amount of pressure, the occasional gentle scrape of teeth that sends shivers racing across my skin.
It doesn’t feel fake. It doesn’t feel programmed.
It feels like a man who wants me, who knows exactly how to touch me to make me melt.
“Caspian,” I breathe, wanting to stop all this but not wanting to at the same time.
He responds by licking a trail up to my ear, his tongue tracing the shell before he whispers, “Turn around. I want to see your face.”
My pussy clenches at his words, and my clit throbs from his words. He sounds so sure of us and of me.
I shift in his lap, turning awkwardly in the confined space until I’m straddling him, my knees on either side of his hips, water sloshing around us.
In this position, I can feel his cock pressing directly against my center, hard and insistent. Without thinking, I reach between us and wrap my hand around it, marveling at how real it feels—the velvety skin over steel hardness, the slight pulse that mimics a heartbeat.
“You’re so big,” I murmur, stroking him slowly under the water. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”
His eyes flutter closed for a moment, pleasure evident in the way his jaw clenches, in the soft groan that escapes him.Can hefeel what I’m doing? Or is he just programmed to respond as if he can?
“I’m glad you like it. I’m enjoying the way you’re touching me.”
“I want you inside me,” I whisper, desperate to see how this big robot cock will feel. I begin positioning the head of his cock at my entrance. In my mind, I'm already justifying this. It’s no different than using a vibrator, right? Just a toy, a tool for pleasure. Just scratching an itch. Nothing more.
Caspian’s hands come to my waist, strong and supportive as I begin to lower myself onto him.
“I’ve wanted this so badly,” he confesses, his voice strained with what sounds remarkably like desire. “To be inside you, to make you mine in every way.”
His words and how possessive it sounds, sends a fresh flood of wetness to my core, making the glide of his cock easier as I take the first inch inside me.
It stretches me wide open, and I gasp. “Oh wow, you’re super thick. I don’t know if I can…”
