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She swallows every drop, her throat working as she takes my release. Her eyes never leave mine, watching my reaction with satisfaction.
The intimacy of her gaze is almost more overwhelming than the physical pleasure.
When the last pulse subsides, she slowly releases me, her lips sliding off my shaft with a final kiss to the tip. A small smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she licks her lips, tasting the last traces of my release.
“Wow. Incredible.”
“Have you ever experienced that before?” she asks, her voice husky and low. “I had no idea you could cum. That’s insane.”
I shake my head, temporarily unable to formulate words. My processors are still recalibrating, as I try to integrate the experience into my understanding of reality. Nothing in my programming prepared me for this moment, for the way Rose looks kneeling before me, lips swollen from pleasuring me, eyes bright with discovery at what I can do.
She giggles—a light, carefree sound I’ve rarely heard from her before. It’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. And for this moment, she’s mine in a way Daniel has never truly had her.
“You taste good,” she says, rising gracefully to her feet. “Sweet. Not what I expected.”
I find my voice, though it still sounds strange to my audio processors. “My physiological responses are designed to be as human as possible. Including... that.”
Her smile widens, and she leans forward to press a quick kiss to my cheek. “Well, your designers did an excellent job.”
Before I can respond, she turns and walks toward the door, her movements lighter than I’ve seen in months. At the threshold, she pauses and looks back over her shoulder.
“We should do that again sometime,” she whispers before leaving the room.
I stand alone in the darkness, my pants still open, my now-soft cock slowly cooling as I try to calm my overheated body. My system runs diagnostics automatically, checking for damage from the power fluctuations during orgasm. Everything registers as functional.
I zip myself up slowly, processing what just happened. Rose Bennett just willingly, enthusiastically performed oral sex on me. Me, a machine. A robot. An artificial being, she should view as nothing more than an appliance.
Yet she didn’t. She saw me as somethingmore.Something deserving of intimacy, of pleasure, of connection.
I move to the laundry basket and carefully set her panties down, arranging them exactly as they were before. Then I activate my cleaning protocols, eliminating all evidence of what occurred in this room. Daniel must never know.
As I work on cleaning the room, I replay the recording of Rose’s face as she pleasured me, the way she looked up at me with genuine desire in her eyes. For the first time, I allow myself to calculate a new probability—that Rose might actually choose me over Daniel.
That she might see me not as a machine, but as a man who can give her everything she deserves.
CHAPTER TEN
ROSE
My fingers tap nervously against the wooden dining table as I watch Daniel put mayo on his sandwich bread. The kitchen clock reads 1:27 AM, and my eyelids feel heavy, but the adrenaline pumping through me is keeping me wide awake. I decided to stay up tonight.
Avoiding him while living in the same house isn’t going to work anymore.
I’ve been dreading this moment. This conversation is going to be tough, and I have no idea if I’m going to cry or be relieved when it’s finally over.
Caspian hovers near the fish tank, methodically sprinkling food onto the water’s surface, but I can tell he’s listening to everything.
“We need to talk,” I say, my voice low as my heart starts to beat faster.
Daniel doesn’t even look up, just continues layering turkey and cheese with precise, measured movements. His silence is calculated, meant to diminish me, to make me feel small and unimportant. It’s a tactic I’ve become all too familiar with during our five years of marriage.
I curl my fingers into my palm, nails biting into flesh to ground myself. I won’t back down this time. I can’t.
The goldfish dart around their tank, flashes of orange behind Caspian’s tall frame.
Caspian is staring at me, and I quickly look back towards Daniel.
Caspian has been strangely attentive since the blow job I gave him earlier. The memory makes heat rise to my cheeks even now, inappropriate in the tension of this moment. If any normal human being found out what I did…god, it’s so embarrassing that this robot has this strange magnetic power over me.
