Orgasmatron

By Brynn Paulin

Resplendence Publishing, LLC

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Resplendence Publishing, LLC

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Daytona Beach, FL 32118

Orgasmatron

Copyright © 2011 Brynn Paulin

Edited by Christine Allen-Riley and Jason Huffman

Cover art photography and design by Les Byerley, www.les3photo8.com

Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-356-0

Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

Electronic Release: July 2011

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Prysm Matthews rushed into her apartment and slammed the door behind her. This morning a large box had arrived just before she’d had to go out to run errands. Knowing what it was, she’d paused long enough to open it. Unfortunately, there hadn’t been time to play with her new toy, the latest from Vibe-com, her very own Orgasmatron.

She’d been testing toys and writing reviews for the company for over a year now. Vibe-com paid in credits and she’d been saving hers for just the right buy. When the new Orgasmatron, Man Friday, came on the market, Prysm hadn’t wasted any time. He was hers!

And there he was, standing right where she’d left him in the center of her living room.

Slowly, she circled him. He was purported to be the perfect toy—lifelike, voice activated, programmed to follow her every command and deliver her desires.

She’d see about that. She’d been afraid to ask any man for what she really wanted, so getting the new Orgasmatron was the perfect option.

Geez, he was hot. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as her body vibrated with need, her pussy dampening as it prepared for him. She couldn’t wait to sink her hands into the lush black hair crowning his head or to gaze into his eyes, which were closed right now. She knew they’d be blue. The toy was made in the image of Vibe-com’s founder and CEO, Friday McCall.

“Narcissistic, isn’t he?” she mused, examining the thick muscles barely hidden by a white T-shirt and jeans that appeared worn. Was the Man Friday’s build true to the actual man?

She jumped as the bot’s eyes popped open. Deep, alluring blue.

“How may I serve you?” he asked.

Serve? Um…? She whipped up the instruction book so she could give him the right command. A list of several options was conveniently located on page two.

“Option Two,” she told him, following the script provided for the best bot recognition.

“BDSM.”

“Very good,” he replied. “Safe word?”

She quickly flipped the page for the section on Option Two. “Bed.”

“I’m sorry. Invalid option. Please choose something unrelated to sexual activity.” Hmm, right…okay…

She looked around the room. “Apple,” she amended, spying a bowl of fruit on the counter.

“Thank you. Your safe word is apple. Name, please.”

“Prysm,” she told it…him…the, uh, bot.

“Prysm,” he repeated with an added growl to his voice. “Remove your clothes. Now.” She blinked at Friday—her Friday bot, anyway.

“Now, Prysm,” he repeated, those life-like eyes probing hers.

She swallowed, hoping this wouldn’t be too much for her. Well, what the hell. She had her safe word, and the bots were programmed to recognize the orgasm and slowly downgrade until reaching the off position. Time to try out her new toy!

Quickly, she tugged off her shirt while she kicked off her sandals. She shimmied out of jeans.

“Everything,” Friday commanded when she straightened in just her panties and bra.

Oh, they’d done a great job with programming. The gravel in his demanding voice sounded like harsh desire, and they must have developed some sort of skin recognition software.

A shiver went through her as he reached out and grasped her arm. “Take off all your clothing.”

He was just like a real man. There were even slight calluses on his fingertips. This toy was getting an A-plus review so far.

Friday released her as she reached for the closure of her bra. He watched her closely as she skimmed off her panties then stood naked before him.

Turning, he took two steps to the couch then turned again and sat. The movement was slightly clumsy, but she forgot that as he beckoned her forward.

“Kneel before me,” he said. “Open my pants and suck my cock. Now, slave.” A shiver worked through her, and she fell to her knees. This was the best investment she’d ever made! His jeans opened easily, and she found that the designers hadn’t made Friday with underwear—perfectly fine with her. She didn’t want to mess with that anyway. He was also hairless. Interesting but not shocking.

His fingers drove into her hair as she leaned over him. Nice. Geez, this was good.

Opening her mouth, she sucked in the wide girth of his cock, loving the life-like texture of the bot’s cyber-skin. To her surprise, he tasted…minty. Experimenting, she sucked harder and was rewarded with a moan. His fingers tightened, and his hips jerked.

“Enough. Stop,” he rasped before she’d barely gotten started. A slight flaw. The bot moved fast. To her surprise, he dragged her over his lap. “You’re trying to make me come before I can fuck you,” he accused. “That won’t make me forget your punishment.” Punishment?

His hand clapped down on her bare ass, sending flames spiking through her. She squirmed, but his free arm clamped on her, holding her in place. Panic shot through her. She was trapped in the grasp of her sex toy while he spanked her ass like a…a…machine. The more that wide palm smacked onto her behind, the more heat flooded her.

“Stop,” she begged.“Stop! I’ll be good.”

Her pussy was starting to quiver as the fire traveled from her ass into her damp cunt.

Hell, she was going to come from this spanking, and it felt so damn good.

Her fingers fisted on a throw-pillow that had fallen to the floor as she let the sensations take her. Her orgasm built in her womb, threatening to explode with each stroke of his hand.

“You’re a bad, naughty girl,” Friday grated. “You won’t sit until next week.” Probably not, but she was far from complaining as she screamed, release slamming over her. The bot took her to the carpet, his hands manacling her wrists over her head as his cock unerringly found her opening. He pushed inside while she thrashed and tried to free her wrists.

“You like me in your pussy,” he growled.

Yeah, she did.

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” she begged, hoping he knew the voice command. His hips surged forward, and her reddened ass skidded on the rug. She moaned, pushing up into his powerful thrusts. “Yes, Friday,” she screamed. “Yes!”

“Take me, Prysm,” he rasped. His rhythm changed, and he knelt up, dragging her with him. His fingers dug into her hips as he held her for his drives.

“Yes,” she screamed as her climax clawed over her. Reaction ricocheted to her extremities, scalding her with the fire he’d ignited. His pelvis rubbed into her making circles as her orgasm kept on. By slow increments, his pace decreased until finally, he released her.

As she collapsed to the floor, he stood. His eyes closed, and the Orgasmatron shut down.

Chapter Two

Exhausted, Prysm did little but lock her front door and crawl into bed. She’d left Friday in the living room. No one was coming to visit, and tomorrow, she’d have to clean him—and she definitely wanted to play.

Good lord, Friday McCall was a fucking genius.

When she woke, she wandered into the living room. Friday stood right where she’d left him. That was good or she’d be a bit freaked out. She scooped up the instruction manual and plopped down on the couch, with a wince, to read up on her new toy. He’d paddled her ass but good last night. And when he’d held her down…

Wow! He made her breathless.

Apparently, he not only had scenario modes, but she could adjust his settings. He had a long, multiple oh-oh- oh! setting she’d have to work her way up to.

Whoever had designed Friday was versed in female fantasy. The bot could be a sheik, a cop, a headmaster and a cowboy, among other things. He had a mode called slow romance, the BDSM setting she’d already tried, and a rough sex function she wanted to try. There was also one called Backdoor Man that made her a little afraid—she would not be trying function ten any time soon.

She flipped through the pages. The bot turned on with the voice command, “On Man Friday.” Strange, that wasn’t what had prompted his response last night.

“Narcissistic,” she tried.

Nothing.

“On Man Friday.”

His eyes popped open, and his gaze fastened on her. “How may I serve you?” he asked.

“Off Man Friday,” she ordered.

His eyes closed, and his chin lowered as he shut down once more.

The perfect man, she thought with a grin. First things first, she had to clean her toy before more play. She should have last night but he’d worn her out. The box had a special cleaner in it, and following the directions in the manual, she turned on the toy then instructed him to undress—which he did with the titillation of a professional stripper. Holding her gaze, he pulled away his shirt then slipped off his jeans. She wanted to jump him then and there.

Safety first, she reminded herself.

After shutting him off again, she quickly wiped him down while she examined how he’d been put together. Other than the mouth that didn’t appear to go anywhere and a marked lack of hair except on his head, Friday could pass for a real man. He had no seams, skin that felt utterly real and all the requisite parts.

For that exact reason, she couldn’t leave him in the living room. She might have company someday.

“On Man Friday.”

“How may I serve you?” he asked.

Prysm referenced the page in the manual for moving the bot. “Follow.” She walked into her bedroom. Friday moved silently on her heels.

According to the book, he could learn. She decided to try it out. “Remember Man Friday.

Bedroom.”

He looked around as if scanning the location into his memory banks. “Remembered.”

“Follow,” she said again and walked back to the living room. “Remember Man Friday.

Living room.”

Again, he looked around. “Remembered.”

“Man Friday, go to the bedroom,” she ordered. Immediately, the bot turned and headed into her room. When she followed, he was standing in the middle of the area. Amazing. It was probably basic robotics, but she thought it was pretty cool.

But she didn’t want to play “program Friday” all day. She wanted more of his true function. “Off Man Friday,” she told it.

As soon as he shut off, she removed her robe and tossed it into the chair in the corner of her room. Naked, she climbed back on her bed with the manual. Her only question was what mode she’d go with. She closed her eyes and pointed at the page, deciding to do whatever her finger landed on.

“Oh hell no,” she muttered when she opened her eyes. Trying again, dropped her finger once more. She smiled. “Much better.”

“How may I serve you?” he asked.

Wait a second… Was her Man Friday malfunctioning? Nah. Maybe “Much better” had come out sounding like “Man Friday”.

“Option thirteen,” she said.

“Very good.” His bland expression hardened. “Get up against the wall and put your hands where I can see them.”

Mmm…she loved the idea of a naughty cop. Eagerly, she leapt from the bed and went to the wall next to the door. She placed her palms on the wall.

“Feet apart,” he commanded.

She moaned as she complied. This one would be good.

His hands landed on her hips in an iron grip. “You have the right to remain silent,” he said, “Except when I do this…” He slid his fingers forward until he cupped her pussy. Two of those digits pressed inside her, filling her passage.

“Oh yes,” Prysm cried. “More. Please more.”

“Anything you say or do will be used against you. Fuck my fingers, Prysm. Keep going until I tell you to stop,” Friday ordered in a rough, slightly mechanical voice. She didn’t care.

Her cream was flowing into his hand as she jerked her hips against his incredible, thick fingers.

She swore they vibrated slightly as they curled into her. Her climax started to thrum in her pussy, the walls of her cunt contracting.

“You have no right to an attorney. You will not be given one. You are mine! Do. You.

Understand?”

“Yes!” she screamed, her climax washing over her as her hips snapped into his thrusts.

Her thighs trembled as she clutched at the wall for support. Just as she thought she’d fall, the Orgasmatron’s arm slung around her middle. He turned her and dragged her bodily to the bed were he bent her over it face down.

“And now, feel the law.” Angling her hips with one hand and grasping her wrists with the other, her thrust into her, filling her cunt with one sharp push.

“No,” she moaned, pretending to be a helpless prisoner at the mercy of the bad cop.

“Please, I’ll be good.” She yanked at her wrists as her pussy turned liquidy around him. His grip tightened, holding her like an iron band.

The Orgasmatron’s mechanical hips pulsed into her, never losing rhythm as he marauded her channel. A second orgasm loomed before her as she spun out of control.

“Oh God!” she screamed, wildly moving with Friday. She shook, lightning railing out to her fingers and toes as the tension inside her exploded. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move.

Her body froze in pleasure, her pussy spasming around the bot as he continued to fuck her as if he never intended to stop. Her fingers clawed her bedspread. Pleasure closed around her, piling atop itself like a mudslide obliterating all in its path.

She was destroyed. Nothing would ever be as good as this.

Suddenly, the Orgasmatron went stiff behind her, pushing deep into her as if coming.

Unbelievable warmth pulsed into her cunt, and Prysm screamed, another round of quakes bombarding her body until darkness pushed away her vision and she collapsed into the bed while his hips started pistoning again.

“Off Man Friday…” she murmured, and that was the last she remembered.

Chapter Three

Prysm roused to the sensation of Friday’s perpetually hard cock pressed to her behind.

There was no moving while he stood so close.

“On Man Friday,” she said so she could get him to move.

Immediately, his hands settled on her sides. They smoothed up and down, cupping her thighs then moving up to splay on her belly.

“Stop,” she begged, unsure she could take more but desperately wanting him inside her.

The Orgasmatron didn’t listen. His hands locked on her hips, holding her immobile, then his cock lined up with her opening and slowly pushed inside.

Her sex toy had taken her as its slave. How had this happened?

She couldn’t stop her moan as her body reacted to the bliss of having him inside her again.

Unlike before, he moved slowly, his shaft seeming to touch every portion of her cunt.

“Mine,” he growled. “Prepare to be owned.”

What did that mean? Would she die from intense fucking? Too much wonderful, heavenly fucking?

She moaned as he adjusted her stance until her legs were spread wide and she rested forward on her arms. She could turn off the machine, she supposed, but she couldn’t get the words past her lips.

Suddenly, Friday grabbed her hair, and the rhythm of his thrusts changed until it seemed he was galloping into her. His stiff balls slapped into her clit, sending electricity into her core.

His hand smacked into her ass, and her barely recovered body slid back into oblivion. The world whirled, and she found herself on her back dizzily staring up into the bot’s blue eyes as he pushed her into the pillows. He pressed her legs toward her chest as he held her in his lifelike gaze and used her pussy some more, driving her to orgasm after orgasm.

Something was wrong. He was supposed to sense her orgasm and slow down then shut off.

“Man Friday,” she gasped. “Off!”

“Invalid command,” he responded.

“What the fuck?” she bellowed and shoved at him, but he was an immovable force.

“You’re mine, Prysm,” he intoned. “Mine.”

Her eyes went wide as fear filled her, but she couldn’t think as he lowered her legs.

“Tell me you are mine,” he insisted.

She knew she was. He’d completely claimed her, rendering any other man impotent in comparison. “Yes,” she moaned, sensing the end of things as she knew them. “I’m yours.” Prysm lifted her hips into him, accepting her fate and wanting it. Her life had been boring and un-noteworthy, until now. After this, there would be stories to tell of the woman who had been possessed by her bot.

As his mouth covered hers, she could hardly bring herself to care. The pleasure was too much to fight.

* * * *

Whatever had caused the Orgasmatron to malfunction, he ran through two more cycles in his programming, introducing her to the sheik then Backdoor Man, before he stopped. He rolled off the bed then walked a few feet away and shut down.

Exhausted, she curled into a ball in the center of her bed. Her entire body pulsed, her pussy aching, but in a completely satisfied way. What the hell had happened? Man Friday had gone berserk; that was for sure. And as much as she enjoyed him, she really couldn’t chance a repeat of what had just happened. Good heaven, she really would end up dead.

She’d just have to return him. Explaining her predicament however might prove embarrassing. How detailed did she have to be? Probably pretty graphic—she had used him, after all.

Sadly, she glanced over at the Orgasmatron. She didn’t want to return Man Friday. After everything she’d been through the past day, an emotional attachment had started to grow—

Crazy! He was a thing, not a person. But she felt bad returning him because he’d fucked her too well and said all the things she wanted to hear.

Crap, she was losing it. Crawling out of bed with a stifled moan, she grabbed her robe and headed for the living room. She had to get to her activities and not lay around all day, even if she was sexually exhausted. It was already mid-afternoon, and she’d yet to sit down and do any of her work.

After a detour to the bathroom and a quick shower, she headed to her office space dressed once again in her robe. She’d set up her work area in the corner of her living room, and it was

“time to make the doughnuts” so to speak. She plopped down into her desk chair and instantly regretted it. Her ass ached from the paddling last night, and her pussy protested the position—

frankly, it was protesting anything, though Prysm was pretty sure it would love being filled with Friday once more.

She ignored her wanton thoughts and plugged in a tape from a nearby doctor’s office then slipped on her headphones. She worked for several different offices and split up work by doctor—one per day. Today was a local oncologist, and she was thankful to do his transcription only once a week—sometimes his notes were so depressing. But it had to be done. For the next few hours, she lost herself in medical jargon, routine and dire diagnoses and patient correspondence.

Finally, when she’d typed until her fingers were sore, and she had made her quota for the day, she made a final save of her work then printed it for the doctor’s review or signature. While the printer ran, she hurried to the bedroom to get dressed.

She screeched when she ran full-force into Friday. The bot had moved to the doorway of the bedroom where he’d shut himself off again.

“You’re beginning to creep me out, mister,” she muttered, ducking around him to get her clothes. There was no way she was starting him up until she was putting him in the box to return to Vibe-com. Even then, she might figure out how to do it without activating him.

Thankfully, he didn’t react to her voice, and she was able to dress and sneak out with no incidents.

She took her time on her errands. After dropping off her work to the oncologist’s office, she stopped at the market to pick up a few non-perishables then visited her favorite café. After she’d dawdled through a piece of chocolate mousse pie that she definitely didn’t need, she resolutely climbed to her feet and went to pay her bill.

This was stupid. She couldn’t hide from her home because a sex bot waited there for her.

Who was the human here anyway? She wasn’t scared of him. She was scared of herself and her willpower—or lack thereof. She wasn’t so sure she could resist the lure of trying him again, even after what had happened.

And she was feeling pretty good now…

Don’t be a stupid twit, Prysm, she chided herself. This time could kill you. Unfortunately, there was something addictive about Friday. Perhaps it was the anything goes sex without worrying about strings or what anyone might think. Except…

She couldn’t help it. She wanted strings. Having Friday would definitely be detrimental to that ever happening. What was she supposed to do when a guy came over? Hide the bot in a closet? Her closets weren’t that big.

Yeah, he was definitely going back.

Chapter Four

Prysm’s apartment was dark when she entered. She didn’t bother with the lights and headed for her bedroom. Friday still stood in her bedroom doorway.

“You’re getting shipped back tomorrow, buddy,” she announced as she ducked around him. Not bothering to remove her clothes, she climbed into bed. It was safer that way. He couldn’t come at her with that lethal cock if her pussy was safely inside her jeans.

Take that, Man Friday.

She rolled her eyes. What was her problem? He was only a machine. The Orgasmatron…

He’d certainly lived up to that name, but she was the mistress of this house, not him.

Her lips curled into a smile as she snuggled under the blankets, buried her head in the pillows and drifted off to sleep and dreams of human-like robots who didn’t take no for an answer when pleasuring their women.

* * * *

The room was still pitch black when she startled awake. Arms circled her, and a hard body pressed to her back.

“Shh…” Friday’s voice murmured into the darkness. “Relax and cuddle.”

“No sex,” she muttered, liking the feel of his hard chest at her back.

“No sex,” he repeated. “Not yet.”

“Not ever, mister,” she replied, already halfway back to sleep. She’d enjoy the feel of his arms tonight and call for a UPS pickup tomorrow morning. Freaking shame.

She sighed. “Why’d you have to go and malfunction?”

“Why didn’t you read the whole instruction manual?” he countered.

“I was in a—hey!” She tried to turn, but his arms tightened around her.

“Stay still,” he ordered.

Her eyes went wide as she realized she was naked and that whoever held her most surely had hair on his body. She started to shake as she saw her Man Friday Orgasmatron’s shadowy form stationed at the doorway of her bedroom.

“Please let go of me,” she whispered.

“I won’t hurt you. I won’t do anything you don’t want,” he said.

The hard cock pressing to her ass, through his pants, belied that. Despite the fear racing through her, her nipples grew hard and her pussy dampened.

“I want you to leave,” she demanded.

“No, you don’t. You’re mine, Prysm. You told me so.”

“No!” she denied. “I told Friday.”

“Exactly.” He rolled her onto her back and loomed over her. Reaching out, he flipped on the light.

She shook her head, staring into familiar, brilliantly blue eyes. “No…” It was Friday, but not her Man Friday.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he said. “I tried to control him, but you messed up his programming and there was nothing I could do. Before we sell more, I’ll have to see that’s fixed.”

“I screwed up his programming? I didn’t touch his…programming.” It was probably the only part of him she hadn’t touched.

Despite herself, she adjusted her position beneath him. It seemed perfectly natural to part her legs and let him settle between. By the time she’d realized what she’d done, it was too late.

He was pressed to her pussy though he didn’t try anything, but she had no doubt he felt how wet she was, even through his clothes.

His eyes closed, and he took a deep breath. When he stared down at her again, his arousal was bright in his gaze.

“You turned him off before he was finished. When you restarted him, he got stuck in a loop. He didn’t know when to stop fucking you.”

“So like a man…” she muttered. “Denied then crazy.” She wouldn’t admit the endless fucking had been a bit of a fantasy come true.

He ignored her ire. “I came to check on you. Your Man Friday is programmed to open the door for me.”

She shoved against his chest. “Excuse me? Get off me! Get out!”

“No. Not until we’re through here.”

“I’m through.”

He shifted against her, bringing her attention back to her sopping cunt. “I don’t think so.” His hand cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over the tip. Gently, he brushed his lips over hers. She couldn’t help herself. She responded, opening her mouth for more. Friday groaned and delved inside, his tongue lashing against hers in a way no bot could.

“You’ve intrigued me for years. I’ve read your reviews, seen what you signed up to test,” he admitted between kisses. “When you ordered your Man Friday, I linked into him.” She twisted her mouth away and suspiciously glared up at him. “Linked. In. How?”

“Sensors. A camera. A com link. Through the cranial hookups, I could control him and, um, feel…”

“It was you fucking me?” She squirmed from beneath him and scrambled from the bed.

“Man Friday On,” he quickly called. “Bot, code two-two-one-seven-nine-four.”

“Yes, Friday McCall.”

“Hold her,” Friday ordered the bot just as she tried to duck past. It grabbed her, turning her to face its master then wrapping its arms around her waist.

The real Friday climbed slowly from the bed and walked toward her. Her mouth watered at his naked chest, and she wondered if his cock rivaled Man Friday’s. Everything else about him did.

“Yes,” he admitted, cupping her breast and again probing her nipple with his thumb as she fought to get away from the bot. “Sometimes, it was me. This afternoon, when he wouldn’t stop after you restarted him, that wasn’t. Not until I made him walk away and shut down. But I felt everything. I heard everything. I saw everything. I gave you everything. ”

“You had no right!”

“Actually…the release form you signed gave permission for maintenance link ups. He’s our first bot. I had to know he was working properly.”

“Well, he’s not. Take him and get the fuck out of my apartment,” she cried. Her struggles against her sex toy increased, and she kicked out at Friday McCall.

“Prysm, stop now, or I’ll give you another spanking,” he growled.

Stunned, she stared at him wide-eyed and at a loss.

“Did you or did you not enjoy what I did?”

Damn it! She didn’t want to tell him that. She’d loved every second. And she wanted more, but she was so embarrassed. Here he was, a total stranger, and she’d basically fucked him over and over last night and today. She’d let him in on her deepest sexual secrets.

“I enjoyed what we did,” he told her. “I want to try them in the flesh.” Her resolve crumpled like an old, love note that had been read a thousand times.

Friday sensed it. “Bot, release her.”

It let go so fast, she fell forward right into Friday’s arms. He lifted her and carried her back to the bed. “I want to do all those things with you, Prysm. I want you to truly be mine. Give me a chance.”

She nodded. Why not? If things didn’t feel right between them, it wasn’t as if she was committed to him forever. She could say goodbye to him in the morning and send him on his way, Orgasmatron in tow.

Somehow, she didn’t think that would happen.

As Friday placed her on the bed and covered her with his body, she discovered he had a finesse the bot lacked. He stroked and aroused and took his time kissing her and sucking at her pulse points. He used his mouth for so much more than speaking. She groaned as he circled her nipple with his lips and drew hard, pulling at the tension building in her womb. His tongue stroked the rigid peak until she was sure she’d come just from the attention to her breasts.

She writhed, enjoying the sensation of his body hair against her skin. This was a man, a real man.

“Friday, fuck me,” she begged as he kissed a path to her pussy. Oral wouldn’t do it for her right now. She needed his cock, hard and thrusting, inside her.

He rose above her, bracing himself on his arms. “Not yet—”

“Not yet? Always with the not yet,” she protested. “I just need—” He kissed her hard to shut her up as he shoved down his pants. His cock stroked along her crease, taunting her. So close… So far…

“Not yet,” he repeated. “First… Admit you’re mine, Prysm.”

“Friday,” she murmured, frightened and drawn to his intensity. She couldn’t deny him, and that scared her most, because something inside her clicked with him. She couldn’t imagine not having him beside her every day. She didn’t want to not belong to him.

“Tell me…”

“Yes,” she whispered, emotion bursting inside her as she felt the strings she’d always wanted beginning to fasten them together.

Friday smiled and pushed home, filling her and claiming her as no sex toy ever could.

Epilogue

Six months later…

Prysm wandered through Friday’s large lakeside house, listening to the sound of waves and setting things to order as she waited for him to get home—to their home. It wasn’t just his anymore. She’d moved in last week as they put final preparations on their wedding ceremony that would take place next month.

When she heard his car in the drive, she hurried to the bedroom. They spent a lot of time outside it now—going to events, playing together, just talking—but today he’d told her he was bringing home a surprise, and it was sex related. To that end, he’d asked her to wait for him in their master suite.

Her heart leapt as she heard him on the stairs, and it took all her will not to go look as she heard a thump with every step he took. Obviously, he was dragging something. It seemed hours before he finally pushed a handcart into the bedroom, and on it was a box that looked suspiciously like the one her Orgasmatron had been delivered in way back when.

“What’s that?” she asked darkly, somewhat displeased to see it anywhere near her. “Why would I want an Orgasmatron when I have you? Are you bored with our sex?”

“Hardly,” he chuckled as he slit the tape that had held shut the box. “Bot on,” he ordered, and the toy opened his blue eyes and stepped from the cardboard confinement.

“How may I serve you?” it asked.

“I don’t need a bot anymore,” she argued. She’d refused to have the old one near her after the berserk incident. It didn’t matter what Friday said.

“I reprogrammed him. I really think you’ll like the new settings.” She crossed her arms. “I doubt it.”

Friday laughed and pulled her into his embrace, kissing her until she felt weak and melty.

“Trust me,” he whispered. “I’ll never let anything happen to you, and I’ll lock him in a closet when I’m not here.”

She made a noncommittal sound.

“I love you, Prysm,” Friday said.

She grinned, loving those words. “I love you, too. You know that. But—” He pressed his fingers over her lips. “Shh… I worked really hard on this gift for you.” Prysm sighed. She wouldn’t deny her man his fun, and her body was starting to thrum with need. Her breasts seemed to swell and her dress felt too tight. Friday could do this to her, just by being near. Though she enjoyed her time with him outside the bedroom, she really wanted him in her. Now.

“Okay, what is it?” If he was so insistent, it must be something amazing.

His smiled widened, and he stepped away to stand beside the toy. “Bot, option three.” Option three? she wondered as both the man and the machine pierced her with their intent stares.

“Prysm,” they said together. “Take off your clothes.” She gasped, suddenly realizing exactly what her fiancé intended.

Ménage. Friday, the bot and her.

Heaven help her. It was going to be one hell of a night.

About the Author

When it comes to books and movies, Brynn has one rule: there must be a happy ending. After that one requirement, anything goes. And it just might in her books.

She lives in Michigan with her husband and two children, who love her despite her occasional threats to smite them. They humor her and let her think she's a goddess...as long as she provides homemade chocolate chip cookies on a regular basis. Brynn has conducted workshops at several writers’ conferences around the country and enjoys mentoring and meeting new people.

According to Brynn, her writing success can be attributed to an eclectic collection of music, her local road construction crews, a trusty notebook, and of course, her husband, Mr. Inspiration, who puts up with a lot in the name of research.

Brynn loves to talk to her readers and can be found at www.brynnpaulin.com.

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Resplendence Publishing Presents, Taboo Wishes: Volume One by

Brynn Paulin

What’s Your Fantasy?

Punished

Natalia Cooper lives life on the straight and narrow, never veering into naughty territory. But she wants to. Ethan Tavish can hardly believe his eyes when he enters The Dungeon to find his secretary, Natalia, bent over the spanking bench in a school girl uniform. He plans to give her what she wants…and a whole lot more.

Kidnap and Kink

Be Careful What You Wish For…

Jenna Marks has a secret fantasy, to be kidnapped, tied up and seduced. She never imagines her wish might come true, but Rob Colvin has had his eye on Jenna for months. When he overhears her secret, he knows he’s going to be the one to deliver her fantasy—one weekend of her submission to him, her mysterious and masterful lover.

Yuletide Greetings

When Zach Colvin’s brother promised to send a package full of holiday cheer, Zach never expected it to be a near-naked woman. But Kate Morgan has made a mistake.

She’s meeting a man for hook up, but she’s stunned to find a another—a man with a determined grin, mesmerizing eyes and a naughty penchant for spanking.

Mr. Smith’s Whip

Librarian Olivia McKinnion’s life rarely changes, but when Colin Smith takes up residence to research his latest book, everything changes. She’s heard whispers of Mr.

Smith’s whip and his dominant ways. And more than anything, she wants Colin to show her the darker side of sex, bent over his knee and begging for more.

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