Page 43 of The Housewife's Robot
“You can,” he assures me, one hand coming up to cradle my face. “Take your time. We have all the time in the world.”
The tenderness in his touch, in his voice, brings unexpected tears to my eyes. I blink them away, focusing instead on the physical sensation as I sink lower, taking more of him inside me.
“That’s it,” Caspian growls, his cock fully seated within me, stretching me in a way I’ve never experienced before. “You feel incredible, Rose. So tight, so perfect around me.”
“It never felt like this. With Daniel,” I say, resting my forehead against his, breathing hard and allowing myself to adjust to the fullness.
His hands cup my ass, squeezing my ass cheeks hard as I start to lift up and down over his giant cock.
“Oh god,” I breathe, establishing a rhythm now, riding him as he helps lift me by my ass cheeks. “Oh, Caspian.”
Water sloshes over the edge of the tub with each movement, splashing onto the bathroom floor, but I can’t bring myself to care. All that matters is the building pressure inside me, the way his cock hits spots I didn't even know existed, the look of awe on his face as he watches me take my pleasure from him.
“This is incredible,” he breathes just like a human would. “Take what you need from me, baby.”
One of his hands slides between us, fingers finding my clit with unerring precision. The touch is electric, making me cry out and clench around him.
“Yes,” I hiss, grinding down harder, chasing the release I can feel building. “Right there. Oh god, right there.”
Caspian watches me intently, his eyes never leaving my face as he rubs my clit with exact precision, each stroke perfectly calibrated to drive me higher. His other hand moves to my breast, thumb brushing over a taut nipple in time with his thrusts.
The double stimulation is too much.
With a strangled cry, I come apart around him, my pussy clamping down on his cock in rhythmic pulses that seem to go on forever. White-hot pleasure courses through me, making my thighs shake and my back arch.
Through it all, Caspian continues to thrust, prolonging my orgasm until I collapse against his chest, spent and shaking.
“Did you...?” I ask, realizing I have no idea if he orgasms every time, or if that’s even part of his programming.
“If you’re asking if I experienced release, yes,” he says, his voice slightly rougher than usual. “My systems are designed to simulate all aspects of human sexual response.”
“So is it… real ejaculate?” I ask, lifting my head to look at him and trying to process how he can cum as a robot. I’ve seenit during the blow job I gave him, but I have no idea how it all works.
He nods, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Yes, Rose. In every way that matters, my sexual functionality is indistinguishable from a human male’s.”
I should find this conversation bizarre and disturbing, but I’m fascinated. “Did they set you up so you could have sex with people?”
“Is that really what you want to discuss right now?” Caspian chuckles, rubbing my back in gentle circles.
“No, I just... I don’t know what to think about any of this,” I say breathless as I slide off him carefully, moving to sit beside him in the tub instead of on his lap. “If anyone knew what I was doing with you, I’d be some kind of social outcast. People would think I’m insane.”
Caspian reaches for my hand under the water, twining our fingers together. “No one needs to know about your new boyfriend.”
The term ‘boyfriend’ makes my heart skip a beat, a mixture of alarm and something dangerously close to happiness. This is wild. All of it. The murder, the sex, the way he looks at me like I’m his whole world. The scariest part is how quickly I’m adapting to this new reality, how natural it’s starting to feel.
“What happens now?” I ask, uncertain about any of this. All I know is that having sex with him is fun and addictive to me now.
Caspian lifts our joined hands, pressing a kiss to my knuckles that feels so tender, so human, that my throat tightens with emotion even though I’m trying to fight it. I’ve never been cherished before, so it’s hard to fight off my tears.
“Whatever you want to happen,” he says. “I’m yours, Rose. Always.”
This is someone who loves me completely, who would do anything for me.
Even if that someone isn’t human at all.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ROSE
