Companion 3000

“I’m not Eddie.” Pierce’s voice was rough with emotion. He put an arm around her and pulled her close to his side. Leita was stiff at first, but then she melted against him. “Tell me, honey,” he said in a softer tone. “What is it that has you all worked up? What are you dreamin’ about? What do you need?”

Leita looked up at him and saw the gentle interest in his dark blue eyes. This was foolish, she told herself. She should just admit her secret fantasies and be done with it. After all, Pierce was programmed to fulfill any need or desire. It was just that he was so real it was easy to forget he wouldn’t betray her the way Eddie had, the way another man, a real man, might if she gave him the chance.

“I’ve never done anything like this so I don’t know why I dream about it,” she began in a rush. “But there’s a man— I never really see what he looks like. I…I call him ‘Master’. When I talk to him in my dreams, I mean.” She looked down for a minute, then rushed on. “Anyway, he…he ties me up, in some dreams, anyway. Sometimes he hits me—not across the face or anything,” she added hastily. “Just…he spanks me. Hard. Sometimes he blindfolds me and does things…things I can’t ask for but he knows I want them just the same. He knows—somehow he always knows exactly what I need. Even if I can’t bring myself to ask for it.” She looked fixedly down at her lap, afraid to see the expression on Pierce’s face.

She’d told Eddie a little of this and he’d acted like it was no big deal—until he left the note that was. Of course, he’d never exactly offered to act on it with her either. He’d come from a small, straight-laced planet where missionary-style sex was the norm and being kinky meant leaving the lights on—not tying your girlfriend to the bed and spanking her until she begged to be fucked.

“So…” Pierce’s deep voice was thoughtful. “You’re not just talkin’ about a little slap and tickle here, are you, baby? You need to be spanked, don’t you? Need to be tied down and forced to submit while I fuck your sweet little pussy. Am I right?”

A rush of shame and desire almost overwhelmed her and Leita dared to look up at him. What she saw in his face convinced her at last. He knew—he understood. Just the fact that he had used the word “need” instead of “want” told her that. But more than that, she saw no disgust in his eyes at the thought of what she needed, had always needed for as long as she could remember. Instead there was a heat she had never seen deep in their blue depths. A desire that matched her own.

“Yes,” she whispered at last. “Yes, I…that’s exactly what I need. What…what do you think of that? Of me?” She felt the wet heat throbbing between her legs at that look he was giving her and her nipples were as hard as little pebbles beneath the silky black teddy she wore.

Pierce smiled lazily. “Always knew there was something you were hiding— something deep down you wanted to tell but couldn’t.” He stroked one fingers gently down her cheek, starting a fire under her skin. “I’m glad you finally came out with it, Leita.”

“So you don’t think I’m…sick, or depraved?” she asked. She knew his programming wouldn’t let him say yes but for once she wanted to pretend he was a man, not a machine—a man who accepted her just the way she was and still wanted her despite her kinky desires.

“If you are, then I’m just as sick as you.” His eyes blazed at her. “Hell, I wouldn’t mind tyin’ you to the bed right now.”

“You…you wouldn’t?” Leita’s breath caught in her throat. Was he serious? Not only did he not mind her fantasies, but he wanted to act one out with her?

“Not a bit. Look at you.” He stroked one finger down the V-neck of the lacy black teddy, tracing the valley between her breasts. “You look good enough to eat—and I mean that literally, baby,” he growled. “I wouldn’t mind tyin’ you down and fucking you until you screamed.”

“Oh…” Leita felt a long sigh fall out of her as she let herself imagine what it would be like. Being helpless, completely open and vulnerable to him, letting him do anything he wanted and not being able to stop him no matter how much she begged…

“I wouldn’t but I won’t,” Pierce interrupted her fantasy. “At least, not tonight,” he added, obviously seeing her disappointment. “See…” He pulled her closer and leaned in to kiss her lightly on the side of her throat. “I want you to be thinking about it all day tomorrow. Wonderin’ what I’m gonna do to you when bedtime comes around.” His deep voice was so low it was more a vibration than a sound in her ear and Leita felt it raise chill bumps all along her spine. “I want you mentally prepared as well as physically ready for me,” he continued. “I want you so hot you can’t see straight. I want you trembling and moaning, every muscle in your body tight with need, your nipples hard and aching and your little pussy dripping wet for me. Understand?”