The Lonely Knight (closed for La_Reina)

[Baelnorn]

Damian slightly shook his head at her comment. “You’re not a freak. Maybe a little misguided and superficial, but that’s something we can work on.”

When she asked him again to ‘fix’ her, he took a deep breath. There was obviously something going on with her that he wasn’t aware of, considering the language she used for herself. Perhaps a childhood trauma or a history of domestic abuse.

[Cora, can you please take a look at what you can find of her family history? I don’t like how she’s talking about herself.]

(Affirmative, Damian. I’ve configured and launched an observer subroutine. We should have preliminary results in a few minutes.)

[Thank you.]

“I don’t think it would be appropriate to call it fixing you. You’re not broken or defective. This procedure is mostly a safety measure. A precaution… for both of us. Cora has developed an experimental substance that is expected to disrupt the manifestation of Gifts. It’s a specific arrangement of iron atoms in a non-standard crystal lattice, which interrupts the flow of energy necessary for Gifts to work. It doesn’t take the ability away from you, you just can’t switch it on anymore. Like… like a lamp without a lightbulb.”

On cue a medical drone entered the room with a tray of utils in its hands. It looked like one of the small sentinel robot redressed for medical purposes (including easier cleaning and a softer covering for its hands) and placed the tray on an instrument table before stepping away into the background again. Damian glanced at the tray, and a soft blush crept onto his cheeks as he continued, deepening as he kept explaining.

“The material has to be in… close proximity to the skin or it won’t work. And we have to make sure it can’t easily be taken off again, to keep both of us honest. That’s why Cora… uh… suggested piercings with one-way threading. I’m afraid a normal subdermal injection is not an option since we don’t know how the material behaves inside the body. Could you please remove your shirt? It’ll only take a few minutes…”

Damian watched Laila begin to unbutton her shirt, gradually revealing more of her cleavage, when she suddenly stopped after the last button. It seemed she just actually realized what was going to happen, and her conviction took a hit. She started pleading for an alternative, suggesting a collar.

“I’m sorry, but a collar would pose a strangulation hazard to you due to the way it’d have to be constructed.”

The medical drone stepped closer again, gently placed its hands on Laila’s shoulders, and pushed her back down onto the stretcher. The fabric of the shirt fell to the side, revealing her shapely breasts to Damian, who spent a long moment drinking in the sight before shaking his head and focusing on the task. Laila was beautiful, and the whole idea of doing this himself instead of letting Cora handle it had sounded much better to him before he found himself in sight of her picture-perfect cleavage.

But what’s done was done, and now he had to push through. Knight grabbed a fresh pair of light blue medical gloves and a face mask, and put them both on.

[Cora, are you there? I’m ready to begin.]

(I am here, Damian. Just follow my guidance…)

The superintelligence carefully guided Damian through the process, telling him exactly how to apply each tool and material.

As the first step Damian applied the cooling spray to Laila’s nipples. This was the same substance used by doctors and hospitals to numb an area’s pain sensation when doing superficial stitches or similar procedures. It only took a few moments for it to take effect, turning Laila’s nipples into small, hardened nubs.

Next, he wiped the skin dry with a wipe and applied the disinfectant, making sure the spots would be as clean as possible and remove any risk of infection. This was the first time he touched her, and his heart skipped a beat when he felt her soft but firm tissue underneath his fingers.

With everything prepared, Damian broke one of the hypodermic needles out of its sterile packaging. The needle was another creation of his AI companion, coated with a non-reactive low-friction substance that removed the need for medical lubricants and all but guaranteed swift and easy tissue penetration. Following Cora’s instructions, he carefully but firmly grasped Laila’s nipple with a forceps, and swiftly drove the needle through. A few seconds later he repeated the process on the other side.

Giving her a moment to rest, Damian put the tools away, wiped her breasts clean again, and then opened the sterile packaging of the implants. The individual parts shimmered in a pale golden hue, specifically crafted from a platinum gold alloy, and the fragments of the Iron Sapphire metamaterial in the small spheres broke the room’s light into tiny rainbows. He switched his gloves for a fresh pair, and began assembling the parts. The threading on the bars was specifically designed to be one-way, and once the piercings were in place you’d need a bolt cutter or similar tool to remove them.

With one ball screwed onto each of the two bars, Damian turned back to Laila, who was still staring at the other side of the room with her head turned away. The needles he’d used had the same diameter as the bars, so it was easy to just follow through with them and push the needles out. In less than half a minute both piercings were in place, with all spheres firmly screwed in place and neatly nestling Laila’s nipples between them.

He briefly turned around to remove his gloves and mask, his face flushed with pink from handling Laila’s breasts for the last few minutes. “Okay, that’s it. How do you feel? Does it hurt in any way?”

(Damian, something is wro-)

But Cora’s warning came a heartbeat too late.

“GET. OUT!”

His head snapped around at the sudden and completely unexpected outburst, and he instinctively took a step back. The medical drone was struggling to contain her on the stretcher without hurting her, and she had managed to sit up despite the robot’s best efforts.

“Laila, what’s wrong? Talk to me!” He asked, unsure what was going on.

“Cora! Get him out of here. Get a robot here now. Hold me down. I can't… i can't... hold. I have to tell you. Side effects. NEEDS.”

She had barely uttered these words when another half dozen medical drones flooded into the room, one positioning itself between Damian and the stretcher to shield him with its frame, the other five converging to help their colleague prevent Laila from getting up.

“Cora, what’s happening?!” Damian demanded.

“Unknown.” Cora replied curtly, with a tinge of frustration in her voice.

“Is it a possible reaction to the metamaterial? Or the nanites?”

“Unknown. I require more information…” The AI’s voice trailed off and a moment later the hatch in the ceiling snapped open and the robotic arm with the advanced medical scanner descended again. This time it didn’t have the luxury of being able to scan Laila from head to toe, since the stretcher and its immediate surroundings had descended into an all-out struggle for the six drones to restrain the woman to the furniture without hurting her or allowing her to hurt herself.

And with the considerable amount of force and recklessness she was throwing around, this was easier said than done. The scanner’s fork dipped in between the scuffle and took quick readings of her head, her chest, and her abdomen.

Even while the device was still retreating back into its compartment, Cora was already working on the data. “Processing, please wait…”

“Please hurry!” Damian was pacing back and forth, his previous nervousness and arousal again wiped from his mind as he looked back at Laila with concern, furrowing his brows. This wasn’t supposed to happen. There wasn’t supposed to be such a strong, almost violent, reaction to the piercings.

Moments that felt like hours later the superintelligence reported back. “I have a working theory. The energy field readings from the piercings are well within expected parameters, so I don’t think those are the root cause for this unexpected behavior. The nanites show substantial activity, but I think they are trying to help.”

“Help? How is this helping?” He helplessly waved his hands at the scene in front of him.

“It seems that the regions of Ms. Stone’s brain responsible for sexual arousal are hyper stimulated, the exact cause for which is currently unknown. Based on the imaging results, the nanites appear to be trying to moderate the neural activity in those areas, but their numbers are insufficient. I am 87.4% certain that without her colony and the outpost in her brainstem, Ms. Stone would experience an even worse episode.”

Damian incredulously stared at the drone in front of him. “Wait, sexual arousal? Are you saying that-”

“Yes. Ms. Stone is experiencing excessive arousal, way beyond levels she could consciously control.”

His eyes went wide. “H-how…? And why?!”

“Unknown. I require more information to answer those questions.”

He licked his lips. “Okay, what can we do to help her? A… cold shower? Bucket of ice water?”

“Unknown. I require more information to answer those questions in a satisfactory manner. But I would not recommend attempting to shock her out of this state. Such an action may put overbearing stress on her cardiovascular system or create other neurological complications.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Damian took a deep breath. “Well, hold that thought then. But we have to do something… we…”

He stopped in his pacing and turned towards the stretcher again. True to the motto of the simplest solution often being the best one, he decided to just ask her. He took a few steps closer to the middle of the room and then called out.

“Laila, can you hear me? Laila, do you know what’s happening? How can we help you?”

 

[La_Reina]

Laila took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the scent of him. Laila gripped the chair even harder as she began to slowly rock against it, grinding her pussy trying to gain relief. She swallowed hard as she felt the robots kick it up a notch and push her back down into a half sitting, half laying position. Why isn't he listening? He needs to leave! He already hated when I forced him mentally now I'm gonna physically force him?!?! Laila had to physically will herself to close her eyes, so at least she couldn't see him. If she could just get his image out of her mind, his hair slightly tousled, the way his muscles bulged under his shirt... the way- This wasn't working!

As soon as her eyes closed Laila's imagination went wild. Her breasts rose and fell with every breath, her nipples hard begging to be touched, licked, bit. She wanted to feel his mouth on her, licking her center, driving her higher and higher until she burst. Laila moaned, squeezing her eyes tighter, even as her imagination went further. Now, he had flipped her over and was driving himself deep into her, his hand wrapped in her hair, telling her she was his; that she could never leave and he was-- Laila gasped loudly as she felt her pussy spasm greedily wanting to turn her fantasy into a reality.

Laila could not form words as she desperately tried to fight the urge to lick from head to toe the one thing that should NOT be in here with her! It seemed Cora figured out her NEED and she groaned in embarrassment at Damian's shock. Yes, this was all sexual arousal. Sexual NEED. SEX. Damian inquired how he could help and Laila couldn't help but laugh. This laugh held zero mirth and was full of desire and want. Her eyes caught his making promises and demands. There WAS a way he could help her and her eyes spoke volumes as she slowly lowered them down his chest, down his stomach, and landed on what she wanted most. She licked her lips seductively, before slowly raising her gaze. When her eyes met his concerned ones, she knew deep down she was a monster.

"No," Laila managed to choke out. "Shock..out... me...like Him... before".

Laila didn't think they would get it. She had to form sentences. She could do this, but there was a reason Cora was a super computer. "You sure. It could kill you. The risk al-"

"Trust..." Laila managed to stand up, her eyes still locked on Damian. The robots could only push down so much or risk breaking her spine. "You. .." she managed to get out just as she gave up to the NEED. She couldn't hold it any longer. Her body shivered and just before she could react and reach for Damian, one of the robots walked up and Laila wasn't sure how, but she felt a zip of electricity course through her body. It was a familiar pain from when she was younger and going through puberty. She wore a shock collar back then, until she almost killed herself from the NEED not stopping until her heart went out. She learned other ways to control the NEED after therapy didn't work. Laila's eyes rolled back into her head and she dropped like a stone being caught by a robot before she hit the floor. Her body twitched as if it could move on its own until Laila finally settled down.



Laila woke up and she was back in her room. The NEED roared, but not like before. It was as if the NEED was also waking up, slowly revving up. She figured she had maybe an hour before she would be incontrollable again. She had to get out of here. Regardless, if they were on an island. She not only had embarrassed herself, but she had no shame the whole time she was in that room with him. How did this happened? Laila looked down at the rose gold nipple piercings. Was THIS supposed to make her normal? Because it failed. Laila flung her legs over the side of the bed to stand up.

"Where are you going," Cora's voice came through the speakers.

"I need to get out of here. Go to the Rose Garden, it's a..." Laila trailed off. She was not going to tell her it was a BDSM club and that there was a man there who was the only person who could keep up with her sexually. He was insatiable and exactly what she needed right now. Toys and batteries no longer worked, but 3 maybe 4 good hours of constant carnage and she would be back to her old self. Laila glanced down at the nipple piercings. She hoped.

"We don't have much time before..." Laila said as she opened up all the drawers forgetting there were no other clothes. It didn't matter she'll wear this. "Before I'm not me anymore. I've got to go." Laila went to the door, but it was locked. "Cora! I swear I am in my right mind right now, but I won't be for long. I swear, I'm not going to attack Damian. I need to leave this island." Laila turned the knob again, half expecting Cora to open it. It stayed locked. Panic began to creep in. "Cora! Dammit! I need to...I need ... to get off this fucking island." Laila was embarrassed and on the verge of a panic attack. Time was ticking and she didn't have time to convince an AI to let her out. She wasn't sure how long it'll take her to get back to civilization.

Laila banged her head against the door. "Cora, you have to listen to me. I do not know what's going on or what's going to happen in an hour. I..." Laila was so fucking embarrassed. Her cheeks reddened in shame and tears stung her eyes. She cried a lot since coming here. She hadn't lost control like that since she was a preteen and just hit puberty and was given the shock collar. She knew shocking her wasn't going to work again. It was a temporary fix and soon her body will either ignore it or crave it. She had to get away. Laila's voice shook as she held back those damn tears. She had to get through to Cora, even now she could feel her pussy getting wet.

"I don't want to hurt him again. I quit. I don't want the job. Please. I can't control myself and I don't know what to do, but feed it. I know someone who can feed it. But you have to let me go. Get your robots to escort me straight to a helipad. Please." Laila made one last try. Cora had to listen to listen to her.

 

[Baelnorn]

“Shock... out... me... like Him... before.”

Damian couldn’t believe his ears when Laila asked to be electroshocked like he’d been before. He still remembered how awful that experience was, and didn’t want to have it done to her, but he automatically stepped back when a guard sentinel walked into the examination room. Cora had a more complete understanding of the current facts and human biology than he did, so he deferred to her.

He winced empathetically when the sentinel applied the taser to Laila’s neck and she slumped back into the grasp of the medical drones still holding on to her.

“Fuck… Cora, do you already have any idea what happened to her?”

“Negative. This phenomenon is completely outside expected parameters. But if you asked me to make a guess…”

Damian impatiently waved her on with a simple gesture.

“…I think it is connected to whatever powers the Gifts. Project Iron Sapphire suppresses the manifestation of Gifts, but it does not moderate their actual power source. My assumption so far, pending further investigation, is that without an outlet to drain that energy it searches for its own path with potentially disastrous consequences.”

Hearing this explanation, he nodded. “Thank sounds quite reasonable. Any idea what we can do about it?”

“Negative. I require more information to even begin constructing a theory. For now I suggest letting Ms. Stone recover. Once she is awake again, she might be able to share some of her insights on this matter.”

---

It was several hours later when Cora noticed that their guest had woken, and was already planning her exodus with little hesitation. The conversation between her and Ms. Stone left the AI more frustrated with each passing sentence, because the woman seemed to have little patience for just explaining what was happening. Instead, she simply offered vague hints and figures of speech that were not helpful at all to Cora.

“I’m sorry Ms. Stone, I’m afraid I can’t do that.” The superintelligence replied while sifting through the data she’d just gathered about every single place and entity she could find that was even tangentially related to the name Rose Garden. “Instead of asking me to help you run away from the problem, why don’t you tell me what you know about this… ‘need’, as you called it?”

Cora continued before Laila could respond. “Please listen to me. I understand that this is probably a very personal, even intimate, topic for you. But you have to trust us. Trust me, trust Damian. You accepted his offer to improve your life, instead of bailing at the earliest given opportunity. If you aren’t willing to talk with us, then we can’t help you.”

“If you want to talk, let me know. Damian was really worried about you. If you instead really want to walk back from our agreement, which I will be able to convince Damian into allowing since he hasn’t shared anything sensitive with you yet, then also let me know. In that case I will see to the NDA being made available to you for signing, and a transport being provided to any location on Earth of your choice.”

 

[La_Reina]

Laila visibly sagged when Cora said she couldn't unlock the door. Laila was under the impression the AI thought she was going to harm Damian. Laila knew there was nothing she could say to convince the AI otherwise. She had proven herself twice to not be ... trustworthy. Of course they would take extra precautions. What could she do? Maybe, she could masturbate, but that would get frustrating as her fingers couldn't do what she really needed. She really needed hard, fast, and deep. Laila barely stifled the moan. Oh shit!

Laila was taken aback she had to have heard the AI wrong. Help. They wanted to help her? Even after what they saw and what she did? They weren't condemning her, calling her a whore, a monster, a ... Laila cut those thoughts off. She was past that. Trust? The word repeated itself over and over in Laila's head. Could she do that? She knew Damian, but she didn't know Damian. She had trusted him to make her normal believing in what she had unearthed about him, that he was a good guy making a true difference in the world ... but then this happened? She wasn't blaming him. She couldn't blame anyone, but herself.

Trust? Trust. Trust? Laila closed her eyes letting her head rest against the door as she listened to Cora. Laila felt the cold hands of fate. Does she take the route that she knew? Go to the club, get satisfied and figure out her life. Laila felt the NEED stir, but she pushed it down, swallowing hard. She wasn't sure what would happen after the NEED was fed. Would she go back to normal? Would THIS be her new norm? Was she truly a succubus like she had thought when she was younger?

Or does she tempt fate and trust the sexy, good looking, genius with the even smarter AI who might be able to help her here? Doe she take that risk? Laila's eyes went wide with hope. She trusted them before. She trusted Damian to help her with her 'gifts'. She had trust Cora to shock her just enough to not make her heart stop. She trusted them .. she just didn't trust herself.

I don't know what it is exactly. I don't know why this happens to me. My parents took me to specialists and they just said I was hypersexualized, but having a preteen that was ... caused problems with my parents. My mother ended up leaving as she ... Not relevant. Anyways, all I know is when I used my," Laila spit out the word, "gifts, I was always very, very sleepy; very, very hungry; and very, very horny. Usually in that order. Also, it's not just fucking it's the whole ordeal and the orgasm has to be explosive or have to repeat the process. No matter how many times."

Laila's mind went back to the guy from college. He got her! He could always always get her there the 1st time. He knew how to build it up, how to make her wait, beg, and then when she thought she was going to die only then would he give her what she craved. She remember the scratch marks, the bites, the bruises ... Laila blanched as she thought of Damian with her nail marks down his back. She couldn't see him enjoying that. She saw the look of hurt and disappointment instead and her hope quickly died.

"I can't promise I won't hurt him," she said softly. She had zero reason to think the man was sexually attracted to her and not repulsed by her. Okay, maybe not repulsed he was one of those braintypes and she probably sparked his curiosity, if he wasn't scared of her. She didn't want to be a sexual curiosity, she wanted to be normal. Have a normal relationship. Laila shook her head. She was going to decline the job and have them immediately take her away. She really meant to keep her promise this time. She was not going to hurt him again; not physically, not mentally, and she sure as shit was not going to force herself on him sexually.

Laila felt hot. Her head whipped up. This was happening too fast. "I don't think I have .. I don't think the electricity thing will work again. I ..." Laila knew she was not going to make it off the island. It was like everything was accelerated. "I choose help. Help me. Please." She was running out of time. Instead of an hour she probably had half that ... 30 minutes. Which meant she had wasted too much time to try to leave now.

 

[Baelnorn]

“I choose help. Help me, please.”

Cora carefully listened to Laila’s explanations while building an expanding network of references to the woman’s previous behavior and various related medical topics, including the leading research and treatment options for hypersexuality and CSBD. Due to her very nature, the AI didn’t believe in supernatural phenomena, and was 100% convinced that there was an observable, factual root cause for the woman’s condition and the distress it caused.

“I begin to see the broader context of the situation. Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Stone, and I appreciate your honesty. While I cannot provide an immediate answer to your condition, I have started researching possible options.”

A second later she continued. “On that note, would you be willing to answer a few more questions to provide some more reference points for my research?”

Once Laila signaled her assent, Cora began, giving her enough time to answer each question before asking the next one.

“Thank you. First question: do you have any established methods you used in the past to moderate the sexual component of your needs? Any specific techniques or tools you used which are currently not available to you? I recall you masturbating under an ice-cold shower yesterday, was that related to your condition?”

“Second question: does the sexual component involve any other aspects? For example, any perceived or actual element of power or control over your partner like physical restraints, specific clothing items, temperature experiences like ice or hot wax, or the physical exchange or reception of bodily fluids?”

“Third question: do you require any specific meals or nutrients to moderate the food component? Any meals you remember being more efficient at helping than others? For example, is ‘guilty pleasure food’ rich in carbohydrates, sugar, and/or fat better or worse than ‘healthy’ food?”

“Fourth question: does the nature of your environment affect any of those needs? Do you remember it being better or worse in urban or rural areas, in quiet or loud conditions, in colorful or muted spaces? We do not intend to keep you in this temporary quarters for much longer, and I want to make sure your actual room will not make things worse for you.”

---

Damian had been distracting himself in his office with some routine administrative work ever since they returned from the infirmary. But currently his mind was elsewhere and not really on the task. Cora had told him not too long ago that their guest had woken up, but when he wanted to go see her the AI had strictly opposed him. The superintelligence replayed the events from this morning, pointing out to him that during her distress Ms. Stone tried to warn him away from her.

His companion had argued that from all visible evidence his presence in that situation didn’t appear to be a helping factor, and that’s why she asked him to remain in the office while she was looking after their guest. Knowing that she was most likely right, Damian accepted her decision with just a trace of grumbling.

It was now almost twenty minutes later when Cora’s voice returned to the office.

“Damian, I think we have a problem.”

“What is it?” He almost jumped up from his chair.

“On a scale from ‘what are we waiting for’ to ‘only when hell freezes over’, how agreeable would you be to have repeated sexual intercourse with Ms. Stone?”

Damian dropped his tablet. “W-what? Are you serious? Where the hell did that suddenly come from? We’ve talked about you playing matchmaker for me…”

“I am completely serious. Ms. Stone provided sufficient information on her condition and answered my follow-up questions. It appears she is experiencing an extreme form of hypersexuality that is connected to the power source of her Gifts. Based on her information, which I currently hold to be truthful considering the severity of her distress, there are only few options for relief.”

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed and his hands covering his face as he listened to Cora play back and explain Laila’s answers. “I mean… she’s a beautiful woman, bu-”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

His eyes snapped open. “Hey! Do I get a vote on this as well? Have you forgotten our original plans for her? I’m not in the business of fucking my employees! And if I remember correctly, it was you who drilled that very point home early in our endeavors to avoid legal disasters.”

Cora responded with a hint of annoyance. “Yes, I do remember that fact. But the circumstances have changed, and the current situation leaves precious little wiggle room. And, if I may be so pedantic, she’s not an employee of Knight Industries or any of our subsidiaries yet in any legally relevant capacity.”

“Oh dammit! You know what I meant!” Damian cursed, now standing from his seat and beginning to pace in his office. Sure, he was a red-blooded man and certainly wouldn’t push Laila out of his bed, but the whole situation just felt utterly surreal to him.

“Damian, I understand how inconvenient this is for you, but the only other option I currently see to prevent unnecessary distress for Ms. Stone would be to place her in an artificial medical coma. Which, I might add, I would not recommend due to the minor but statistically still relevant chances for complications.”

“Okay, even if I agreed to this ridiculous idea… how would that even work? Do I just walk into her room naked? Do I need to pretend to be someone else? Do I have to wear leather?”

The superintelligence chuckled. “Damian, humanity has managed to have sex for tens of thousands of years. I am sure you will manage and figure it out.”

“Not helping!” He groaned, his cheeks beginning to flush at Cora’s teasing. “Besides, have you even asked what Laila wants or thinks about your little plot?”

“Yes, I just did.”

“And what did she say?”

 

[La_Reina]

Laila gulped. Even though she was mostly depending on Cora to figure this out she was also thinking what she could do. She knew her own fingers wouldn't work. She knew zapping herself would no longer work. She remembered what that pain felt like and after a while pain became pleasure. She almost wanted to feel it again. That tingle of electricity coursing through her body. That quick zap of pain that slowly morphed into glorious pleasure. Stop! No more thoughts!

Cora's very straight forward questions actually helped. She could focus on the questions. Laila was oblivious that her brow was starting to bead with sweat, that her breasts were starting to rise and fall against the door frame as her sensitive nipples brushed the door sending small shivers through her. Laila groaned as her cheeks reddened as she answered the questions. The embarrassment actually adding to the NEED and she hated how much she low-keyed loved this. "i masturbate every morning with a normal vibrator as just being so charming," Laila said sarcastically, "is like the gifts leaking out of me. If I'm not careful I can accidentally fuck someone I had no intentions of fucking because this urge has taken ahold of me." Laila paused for a moment. "However, I do know that I had to use my powers or this would happen. If I suppressed using my gifts I would be uncontrollable like this. So, I'm not entirely sure how this permanent thing that prevents me from using my gifts will do."

There was a brief pause and then another question. Just like being at the doctors. Laia mused to herself before she felt her cheeks get even redder. "The less control I have the better," she whispered. She wasn't sure if Cora heard her reply and she wasn't going to elaborate or say more as her cheeks got redder; and she had literally felt her body shiver in delight at every example Cora gave. Laila didn't trust herself to say more. The silence hung in the air for a few more seconds.

"Yes! If I can be permitted to constantly snack. It doesn't matter what it is - nuts, fruits, chips, anything as I have an extremely high metabolism. I can eat almost anything too and do not have any food allergies. Though I will admit there's some foods I do not care for. Everything you have brought me as been exquisite and I do thank you for the meals." Laila paused as a flash of licking whip cream off the tip of Damian's cock went through her mind. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to regain her train of thought. "Uh, but uh gummy bears, worms, etc. seems to help stave off the hunger longer than anything else."

Laila shook her head no. She had moved a lot and where she was living made little difference to her NEEDS. Laila ground her teeth as she knew she was out of time. She was embarrassed, but the more she tinkered with the thought maybe it would work. Sure it wouldn't be able to move her like she needed, or touch her, or bite, and of course she was going to miss the organic feel, but maybe they could create a ... sex bot. Laila groaned as she was repulsed by the idea, but as she felt the very desire to feel hands run through her hair, tug, and force her head back. She started to hate the idea less and less. Could a machine do or feel the same as a man? She had owned a motorized fucking machine and that did help at first. Laila almost cried out loud as she realized that that option too was not available to her. After a few months she would need the machine more and more until she was using the machine more than not.

"The only thing that could help is to cut these things out of me. I have to use my gifts or this happens. There's no cure for me."

Laila's head snapped up. Did she hear correctly? Cora asked in the usual Cora/Damian way and Laila was sure she didn't understand all those words. "Huh?"

"Would you be opposed to using or having sex with Damian? Until we can synthesize a cure," Cora said dumbing it down for Laila.

"Huh?!" There was no response as Cora realized that Laila did understand the question, but was probably processing and was utilizing a filler word or placeholder. She waited.

Could I? Hell yeah! The man was sexy as fuck, with his dark hair and eyes. He had won sexiest man under 40 three times! Who wouldn't want to be in that man's bed! Laila thought for a moment and then shook her head slowly. "I - I can't." Laila said on a breath of air. "I promised him I would not hurt him or force him to do anything. This would be the same thing. Can ... are we opposed to flying someone here? A man who isn't afraid to be rougher, take control, and not just a quick wham-bam, but possibly even enjoy those things you mentioned earlier," Laila said trying to hold off the embarrassment and the fact that she yearned for those very implements Cora had mentioned in her questioning.

Laila snapped her fingers. Why didn't she think of this sooner. Instead of going to the Rose Garden why can't she have them come to her. "I have a friend .. Ke-" Laila trailed off for 2 reasons: 1. Keith was out of the country. He was visiting the homeland and Laila couldn't remember if it was Ireland or Scotland. She teased him so much between both she actually forgot which he was from. And 2. She felt something she never felt before. She felt the NEED roar and then it died down a bit, but then it came back angrier than ever leaving her breathless."

Laila got up slowly and walked to the bathroom. She turned the water on ice cold and got under it, clothes and all. It didn't help. It wasn't going to help. Laila knew this even as she started to shiver and shake. She figured she'll lower he body temperature and eventually she'll pass out from the extreme cold. Was this dangerous? Of course. "Besides," Laila said between chattering teeth not believing Cora could hear her in the bathroom. "I saw Damian's face. He's not into me and I'm not sure he ever could be after what I did." Laila wrapped her arms around her legs letting the cold take her.

"Besides could he even be aggressive enough. He's an egghead. I read the reports." Laila said the last line more to herself to make herself feel better as the water fell on her head and shoulders.

 

[Baelnorn]

“… The less control I have the better …”

Damian watched the dialog between Laila and Cora on a display in his office with a shocked expression. Her confessions left him with a growing uncomfortable tightness in his pants and a severe blush on his cheeks. His voice was barely a whisper when he finally commented on what he’d seen and heard.

“What… the… fuck…”

“Of course I wouldn’t send you into the fray alone. I am already working on providing appropriate support for you.”

He snorted. “I’m almost afraid to ask what that would look like. Perhaps one of the sentinels with a glued on ten-inch dildo wired to a power drill motor?”

“Damian!” Cora replied with mock indignation. “You should know I am much more sophisticated than that. Besides, it is unlikely that Ms. Stone would respond favorably to a robot when you were available.”

A second monitor snapped to life and showed Damian what Cora had in her digital mind for later. A rose gold collar with snake print and gold chain, matching wrist and ankle cuffs, a blindfold, and some kind of bench whose purpose he could already guess.

“Do I want to know how, or rather when, you even made this? Please don’t tell me you’ve prepared an entire stash of various gear like that just for possible random sexual encounters.”

“I have my means. Let me just say that I… repurposed and creatively recycled… other equipment to construct these items.” Cora’s reply was as on-point as ever, but he couldn’t help but quirk a brow at the mischievous undertone in her voice.

He swallowed. Could he really do this? His body was obviously, and much to his embarrassment, already sold on the idea. But what were the alternatives? Removing the piercings? Based on what he had heard, Laila would still enter this state, just at a slower rate and not as extreme. But that would only be a temporary reprieve and reintroduce the risk factor of her Gifts. Putting her in a medical coma? Possible, but even Cora advised against it unless it became absolutely necessary.

Damian took a deep breath. It seemed fucking her was the most straight forward and actually less risky option. But thinking of risk, a thought flared up in his mind.

“Cora, did you test her for STIs?”

“Yes, that was part of my initial examination. She’s clean and healthy.”

“And my… configuration?”

“The nanite colony in your body is still effectively moderating your spermatogenesis, validated in your last examination three weeks ago and in ongoing random samples taken from tissues you’ve used. Your sperm doesn’t contain any genetic material and is incapable of fertilizing an egg.”

He took another deep breath and replied to Cora with a sigh.

“I’ll do it, since we’re apparently out of options that don’t come with more risk attached. Get her out of the cold water and tell her to get ready, and then walk me through what you were planning with that… support… of yours while I also take a shower.”

(Affirmative, Damian. My plan is relatively simple. We take her to visitor suite one, tie her to the ceiling hook first and then the bench, and then you have your wicked way with her.)

He snorted again as he entered the bathroom and stripped out of his clothes. As the water washed over him, he sent his reply back through the implant.

[My wicked way? Hold on. This whole operation was your idea. Don’t you project your wickedness on me.]

Fifteen minutes later, and after paying extra attention to his private parts, Damian stood in front of Laila’s room. Based on Cora’s advice, he was wearing one of his signature black and grey suits with the red cape. According to her, this style was the one with the strongest aura of power and authority among his entire wardrobe.

The AI had given him some more hints and suggestions on how to act. Assertive. Controlling. Dominant. But still being careful with her and considering her wellbeing and consent. He did have some experience with power play, but that was almost two decades in the past, so he was grateful for his companion’s refresher.

(Are you ready, Damian? Ms. Stone is quickly running out of time. And remember, I will be with you the whole time.)

[As if I could forget that. If someone had told me a week ago that I’d consensually sexually dominate the reporter who burned down my nanite lab, I’d have that person carted off to a mental asylum before they finished talking. But yes, I’m ready.]

After a deep breath he stepped closer, and Cora unlocked the door. Damian entered the room, accompanied by the six robots guarding the door, two of which were carrying trays with the ‘support gear’ Cora had prepared.

“Before anything else happens, I want to make one thing clear. If you don’t want this to happen, then nothing will happen between us. And if we continue, I’ll still honor your consent, and will stop if you tell me to.”

Damian reached for the collar, holding the padded leather loop up with a finger.

“So, what do you say?”

 

[La_Reina]

Laila ignored Cora's gentle requests, which soon became demands, to exit the shower. Laila was just gonna let herself pass out when she realized the water was getting warmer. At first she thought she had gotten used to the cold water on her skin, but no the water was actually warming up. "Cora!" Laila cried out looking up at the ceiling as if she could see the AI. "This is a viable solution!"

"Negative. Damian will assist..."

Laila missed every word after that. She could have said Damian was going to assist her to a firing zone where she would be shot dead. All Laila heard was Damian was going to assist and she wasn't sure what to feel. She was embarrassed, shocked, outraged, in denial, and winning out against all those emotions: She was extremely horny. "He's going to hate me ..." she said, trailing off while exiting the shower.

Laila dried off. Her hair was still damp, so she let it hang free. She didn't have any other clothes to wear, so she left the wet clothes in the bathroom and put on replica dry versions. She buttoned up the white shirt noting that the hem of the shirt reached to her thighs and the pants she had to pull the drawstring tight to get it to stay up. Laila was going to ask about normal clothes, but she closed her mouth. It didn't seem like the right place or time to bring that up.

"We could think..." Laila stopped talking and closed her eyes as her body began to burn. Every single part of her skin felt sensitive and even the air felt like it was caressing her. She stood very still ignoring Cora's questions as she rapped Party Anthem in her head to clear her mind. Laila slowly opened her eyes. She couldn't continue balking. She'll figure it out later. Right now, she was was on board and had zero regrets.

Laila was led from this room, up a flight of steps and to a different room. When the door opened it was empty and she was a little confused. "Um ..."

There was a small pause, "Damian will arrive shortly."

Laila wondered if Cora was communicating to them at the same time. She walked up to the bed and sat down. The sheets felt really good against her hands and skin. She pulled on the drawstring and tug the pants off feeling the sheets on her legs and thighs. She didn't know what sheets these wore, but they were so soft, so smooth. It felt like the sheets were wrapping around her and stroking her gently, just enough to arouse her, but not enough to get her there. She wanted to rub her mound against the the sheets. Laila's head whipped up as she heard the click of a lock. She hadn't even realized she was locked inside.

Damian walked in as though straight out of a book. He was wearing a dark suit with a cape that screamed he was in charge of this situation. His stride was strong and sure and sent butterflies in Laila's stomach. His eyes stayed on her and didn't sway giving the impression that he was in fact in control and the way the robots swarmed around him only emphasized the image. Laila glanced at the robot's trays and she could see toys and even the devices Cora had mentioned earlier. Laila blushed suddenly shy and embarrassed. She scooted to the edge of the bed and try to stifle the moan that escaped between her lips.

Her eyes shot to Damian drinking him in. She was barely in control of herself. He exuded everything she needed and was only turning her on even more. She never thought she was would see this side of him. She had seen him "in charge" as he was the CEO and there were meetings, press conferences, and interviews but this was different. The confidence, the sexual energy, the slight bulge in his pants that Laila did her darndest to not stare at. This felt right, good, and she wanted more.

She nodded her head. "Please..." her eyes kept switching between the gorgeous rose gold collar with leash and the man before her. She could not believe this was happening. She was afraid to move or lest she'll jump him. She gripped the sheets tight when he walked up to her. He was inches in front of her and she gulped closing her eyes. It was almost too much for her to take in, to believe.

She felt leather against her chin lifting her head slightly. "Look at me." Those three words said in a deep gravelly voice went straight to her core and sent electricity zipping through her. Her pussy flooded and she squeezed her thighs tightly to relieve the pressure. She looked at him as commanded her breath catching, she gulped and she stopped herself from pressing her aching needy breasts against him.

"Please.." she begged her eyes looking from the collar and back to him. " .. please ..."

 

[Baelnorn]

“Please… please…”

Damian looked at Laila, drinking in the pleading expression in her eyes, while his lips slowly curled into a smile.

“Then obey.” He simply said to her, and a moment later ordered his robot escort. “Cuff her.”

The drones did not move as fast as they could, but rather deliberately and with purpose. This not only gave Laila the opportunity to watch them work and observe what they were doing, but also emphasized that now Damian was in control not of the situation, but of her. Each of them took one of the padded cuffs and as a team they swiftly and expertly applied their implements to her ankles and wrists, adding a small but sturdy rose golden chain to the latter and leaving her hands tied together in front of her.

Once her hands were secured, the robots swiftly moved out of the way and made space for Damian to step closer. His heart was racing a mile a minute, but outwardly he projected pure confidence. He casually opened the collar’s clasp and held it out in front of her. He arranged the collar so she would have to lean forward and into it, making it her action to accept it. That his growing bulge was level with her face was merely a fortunate side effect of their positions.

“Submit.”

Damian waited patiently for her to obey, and he didn’t have to wait long at all. Once she leaned into it, he gently brushed her hair aside and secured the collar around her neck. He took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. Seeing Laila willingly lean into the collar and wait for him to fix it around her neck made his cock throb in his constrained position. For a heartbeat he marveled at the amazing contrast between the leather of the collar and cuffs and her dark skin, then he grabbed the leash and softly tugged on it.

“Come.”

He waited a moment for her to stand, then led her out of the room and into a previously unknown part of the house. They crossed the lounge, still escorted by the robots, then went upstairs one flight and down a hallway, finally stopping in a welcoming and comfortable bedroom decorated in off-white, pastel blue, and cream, with full-size windows showing the vista of Wake Island during early afternoon.

Two items immediately caught Laila’s attention. The first one was a double-gate carabiner dangling from the ceiling on a rose golden chain matching her leash. The chain disappeared into the ceiling, and was probably attached to some kind of motor to lower it down or pull it up.

The second one sat two meters away from the chain; a bench, extremely similar to one of those benches she was intimately familiar with from her secret club, arranged between the bed and the full-size mirrors of the wardrobe so that the person on it could watch themselves.

Damian led her by the leash right to the hook.

“Stay.”

He let go of the leash and raised her arms in order to attach the chain connecting her wrist cuffs to the carabiner, locking her in place. While her position wasn’t so stretched out that she was completely helpless, getting the chain out of the hook would be a fiddly and inconvenient endeavor, and nowhere near being accomplished in a hurry.

“There’s only one last thing I need to do.”

When Laila looked around, she realized that they were alone in the room. The sentinels had quietly left while he was working her chain, and now she was alone with Damian who was holding up a blindfold mask. He approached her with a teasing smirk, then circled around her, and placed the blindfold over her eyes from behind and secured it in place. He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath on her neck, and quietly whispered into her ear.

“And now… you are… mine.”

---

If Cora could have eaten popcorn, she’d be consuming bucket after bucket right now as she watched what was happening in visitor suite one. So far everything was going according to plan, and Damian was holding up marvelously in his role as dom. He had only needed some minor help with the collar, and she had simply pushed a few images of the solution through his implant.

The AI was also relieved that they managed to attach Ms. Stone to the carabiner, which would severely limit her range of motion if the situation somehow escalated beyond expectations.

Cora was no stranger to human sexuality. She had studied the topic in depth in order to cater to Damian’s needs, and while he didn’t have a sex bot to fuck, not from a lack of her trying though, she had created several tools for him which he could use to relieve any pent-up pressure. Her predictions were still on track, and she was 81.9% certain that both humans would come out of this whole endeavor exhausted but very satisfied.

The superintelligence and her partner both knew they couldn’t keep teasing their guest forever, so with Ms. Stone secured and blindfolded, the next step was to cut away her clothing to leave her fully exposed, and then have Damian get hands-on, which will hopefully offer some relief to her.

 

[La_Reina]

Is this actually HAPPENING!?! Laila could not believe what her eyes was seeing. Here was Damian FUCKING! Knight standing in front of her. Laila knew this wasn't a dream, but she had to be dreaming. There was no way this was her life. Hell, just last week she hated the guy and was determined to find all his juicy naughty secrets and today she was ready to be whatever he wanted as long as he fucked her like a proper slut. Laila closed her eyes in disbelief at her own thoughts.

Her eyes flashed open at his deep voice and she expected the robots to double time to her. Instead they moved to her at a slower speed she was used to. She looked at Damian almost questioningly and he looked expectant. She understood. This was his domain. She watched as they cuffed each of her wrists and ankles and she shivered in delight at the weight and promise. She watched him move towards her with the collar, but he was just out of reach. She wanted to wear his collar. She wanted to be his. She knew he probably didn't understand the significance of the collar and what it did and meant to her, but she didn't care. She truly wanted to wear his collar and be his slut even if just for tonight.

She leaned even further silently begging for his collar. She did not miss that his cock was mere centimeters from her face. She wished to the gods that he would move just that fraction closer so she could feel him pressed against her. She was wholly focused on trying to separate that that tiny fraction of space between them. She didn't care how desperate and wanton she looked. She wanted this man more than anything she has ever wanted before. If he had ground his pelvis in her face she would have moaned in delight. If he had slapped his cock on her forehead and told her to look up like a good slut she would have done so without question.

Instead she heard him command her to come and like a trained puppy she rose albeit confused that she was being moved again. She didn't ask questions afraid her voice would betray how needy she was for this man (as if they already didn't know). All she had on was the white shirt buttoned up, but it reached her thighs and nothing else. She was marched throughout his home and Laila was scandalized, she was embarrassed and dammit if she wasn't turned on. As she was led by the leash to wherever he was taking her she felt like she was on display, paraded around and her feet made little pitter patter sounds as she walked; her cheeks reddened, her thighs were now slick with moisture, and her nipples were hard and sensitive. This sexual build up and tension was driving her wild and she could feel herself already succumbing mentally to be whatever he needed or wanted.

They entered another room and Laila looked around as she was led to an O-ring and hooked up. She knew the furniture and was taking note of the items wondering if they would be used on her. Did Damian know what these are? Does he use these often? Why else would he have these in his home? Is he an undercover Master? Is that why there's no record of his sex life or significant other? So many questions ran through Laila's mind as she saw a totally different side of him. She didn't think he even knew what a sybian was and there it was.

Laila's arms was raised and she watched Damian hook her wrists to the ceiling. They were done. They were here. She blushed and looked around. They were alone! Oh! It was really going to begin. Laila's heart was beating fiercely in her chest. What was going to happen?! Her chest rose and fell heavily with every breath and she wasn't sure herself it was from fright or excitement. She hard that deep gravelly voice again and she moaned softly that she was sure only she could hear. That man did not know what his voice did to her! Then her world went dark and his voice was close to her ears saying the words every woman loves to hear. Maybe he did know what his voice did to her?! Laila let her head fall back and she moaned, arching her back, her breasts pressed forward. She was more than ready for him.

Laila felt her shirt slowly open. She wondered what was going to happen since she was chained to the ceiling and the shirt was still on her. She heard a soft tearing noise and the cloth fell away from her body. Laila was glad she was blindfolded as she was fully naked. She shouldn't be embarrassed. She knew she had a nice body with full breasts, shapely thighs, and a thick yet toned butt. Still she was on display and she couldn't see the person who was still fully dressed last she saw. She pouted slightly thinking she'll miss the chance to see him naked? Maybe he'll switch places with a robot? Laila frowned at that. She would know the difference.

A hand, an organic human hand was on her outer thigh. She jumped a little in surprise as the hand moved higher gently touching her not groping, not teasing almost as if marveling at the fact she was there naked. Though, Laila could be wrong. Her embarrassment quickly evaporated as she leaned into his touch. His hand large, warm, felt so good on her skin and she wanted more. She desperately wanted more.

"Damian," she said quietly. "If this is something you don't want... we can think of..." Laila trailed off. They were past this. She was naked in his room or some room. "I'm sorry I forced you into this." Laila hadn't made arrangement with Damian and she was sure this was good for her, but this was probably a chore for him. A fun sexy chore sure, but she had forced him, again! "Whatever you want. Anything. I'll do anything," making this heartfelt commitment to him made her feel even more submissive towards him and she felt something strange. The NEED retreated and was replaced with a different just as obsessive NEED, but Laila didn't know how to describe it. She was internally trying to process what this was. She was still very horny and was barely in control of her actions, but there was something more, new.

 

[Baelnorn]

Damian knew that Laila was aroused far beyond what would be normal for the situation, and yet that sensual moan escaping her throat still caught him off guard. A soft shiver ran down his spine, realizing that she was ready for him. Possibly more than that. And going by his swollen cock straining to be free of its clothed prison, he was also ready for her.

He stepped to her front and slowly unbuttoned her shirt and brushed it open, revealing her firm breasts and hard nipples to his eyes. He stayed his hands and head for a moment, letting his gaze wander over the revealed skin, before retrieving a safety cutter from his pocket and effortlessly cutting away all of her clothing, leaving her completely naked.

Cora had suggested cutting away Ms. Stone’s clothes once she was tied up to emphasize Knight being in total control, instead of allowing her to undress normally. The AI also had provided him with the cutter, a version designed to make sure he couldn’t possibly injure his lover while getting rid of her coverings.

He stepped back and, when he noticed the teasing shimmer of wetness between her legs, licked his suddenly dry lips. After quickly getting out of his suit jacket and vest and simply dropping them to the floor, he approached her from behind, appreciating the vista of her toned backside, and placed his hands on her thighs. He caressed her contours for a moment before slowly sliding his hands higher, his fingers eagerly exploring every curve.

“I’m sorry I forced you into this. Whatever you want. Anything. I’ll do anything.”

Hearing this, Damian gently placed one of his hands on her belly to hold her steady, and then pressed himself against her. She could feel his covered hardness pressing firmly against her ass, and her naked back against his muscular chest, with only a single remaining layer of fabric separating them. Holding her like this, he placed a wet, hungry kiss against the curve of her neck before he whispered in her ear again.

“Yes, you will do anything I tell you. But for now, don’t worry. Just be a good girl and I’ll take care of you.”

His mouth and tongue continued to tease her neck, while his hands roamed higher on her chest and gently cupped her breasts. With tenderness and care he massaged her flesh and gave it two soft squeezes, before releasing her orbs and stepping away again. He quickly stripped off his tie and shirt, and moved in to press his now naked chest against her back.

“Later I will give you a choice what we will do, but for now just relax… and submit.”

(Damian, please don’t torture the poor girl too much. I’m certain she will be more than willing to join with you later, but she needs relief rather sooner than later.)

[Yes, yes, I’m getting to it! Sheesh, I just try to accommodate her.] He replied back with a mental chuckle.

Damian’s hands roamed over Laila’s shivering body, feeling her chest heave with her quickening breathing. Gradually he dipped lower again, following the curves of her belly, her hips… going further, he traced his fingers towards her mons, and finally slid his right hand between her legs. Her folds were hot and wet under his touch.

 

[La_Reina]

Laila was blindfolded and yet her world exploded in color when she felt him press himself tightly against her. She could feel the hard bulge of cloth on her sensitive skin. She felt liquid trail down her inner thigh and she was embarrassed that just that act could have her so wet. Then his mouth was on her neck. He felt so fucking good. His lips soft yet hard sending shivers through her. She arched her back, her breasts high in the air, her nipples so hard it was almost painful. She wanted to touch him, but she couldn't with her hands high above her chained up. All she could do was tilt her head more, and moan in greedy need. By the Gods, He felt fucking good.

Laila was sure she was going to die. His throaty voice in her ear saying all the right words. Maybe he did have another side to him. She didn't care, she was just happy that she was getting to enjoy his touch. She could only moan in response to his commands, his words sending her close to the edge that's how needy she was. She moaned louder as his tongue and teeth played on her neck before he suckled sending her into a frenzy. She could feel his hands trailing up her body teasingly. She was certain he was purposely missing all the places she wanted him to touch the most. Then his hands were on her breasts and she shuddered in pleasure. Too soon he stopped and she visibly sagged.

He was back and Laila gave another throaty moan feeling his chest against her back. She would give anything to touch him right now. Even as she struggled and tugged on the straps the fact she couldn't touch him only added to her need and pleasure. His mouth was back by her ear, the wind of hie breath sending shivers down her spine. His deep voice adding to her excitement, "...submit."

Laila choked and she squeezed her thighs tightly. "Yes, Sir, ... Please," she said not quite sure what she was begging for. He was torturing her; edging her. It was pleasurably painful and she wanted more, needed more. He was doing so much and not enough. "Please," she whimpered as she felt his hands groping her, squeezing her, touching her, and trailing down, lower. Laila's muscled tightened as his hand slid past her mound and slide between her legs. She moaned and rocked herself on his fingers, her pussy gripping him tightly, squeezing. She felt another finger fill her and she moaned feeling his hand slide in and out of her, over and over again.

"Oh, fuck, oh ... my ...gods!" Laila said not sure if she was saying the words in her head or out loud. He felt yummy, delicious. His fingers felt like your favorite dessert that you can't get enough of and even as you are stuffing your face, chewing, and swallowing, you want more. That's how good his fingers felt pumping inside her. He pulled out and she groaned in protest. Then his fingers were in her mouth and she was tasing her own juices. She suckled his fingers imagining it was a different body part in her mouth. She wanted HIM to imagine her lips was on a different part of his body. He removed his fingers from her mouth and replaced them in her pussy.

Laila arched her back, rocked her hips, and pumped herself on his fingers. She was so close as she squeezed her pussy muscles tight and rode his fingers not caring how she looked. Her moans filled the air getting quicker and quicker and louder the closer she got. She was so close, her orgasm was building, winding tighter, but she just couldn't get there. Her moans were becoming cries of frustration. She felt Damian reach up and cup her breasts. Her pussy flooded his fingers as she rocked herself harder needing to get there. "Please ... please..." Laila said almost in a daze as she desperately tried to push herself over the edge.

She felt Damian's free hand reach up and pinch her nipple, "Cum," he said in that deep voice. That did it. Laila's body wound tighter and tighter, getting hotter and hotter and then she exploded. Her cries carried throughout the room and her pussy greedily humped his fingers over and over. When her orgasm subsided she felt that NEED again, not fulfilled. She continued riding his fingers until he pulled himself from her. She was still horny and she moaned at the loss.

 

[Baelnorn]

“Please… please…”

Laila’s moans and pleading whimpers had Damian rock hard in his pants, and he moved his fingers just a bit faster in his efforts to make her cum. He pinched her nipple, squeezing the tightened nub just enough against her piercing, and gave her a simple command.

“Cum.”

Moments later Laila trembled and cried out in ecstasy, her pussy squeezing and milking his fingers as she came hard for him. She was shaking so much that Damian had to hold her steady with his free hand, afraid she might topple over and fully hang from the ceiling chain by her wrists otherwise.

He couldn’t help but smile. It’s been many years since he’d been with a woman, and he had almost forgotten how much he liked pleasuring his lover. He gave her a minute to calm down and recover before he removed his fingers from her dripping slit, much to her visible and audible dismay. Still standing behind her and touching his chest to her back he gently patted her mound and offered his commendation.

“Good girl. How do you feel? Do you need a break, perhaps some water?”

Damian broke the skin contact between them and walked to a cabinet holding the suite’s small bar. He pulled a cooled bottle of water from the storage and poured two glasses. Taking a quick swig for himself, he carried the other glass to Laila and offered it to her, holding it in front of her face.

“Here, I’m holding the glass for you, just a little bit forward...”

He patiently helped her with her drink, and once she was done, he returned the glass to a safe distance. While outside her reach, he quickly kicked off his shoes, and stripped completely naked. He wasn’t a body builder by any means, nor did he have a defined chiseled six-pack like the multitude of models in various ads, but Cora’s training regime nevertheless kept him in excellent shape for his age.

The AI insisted on him lifting weights and doing cardio, each two to three times a week, with two additional sets of boxing and her own flavor of defensive martial arts. She took good care of him and provided him with a wide selection of options for each unit, to keep him engaged and prevent boredom and burnout. This left his whole body muscular and well defined, even though he rarely if ever showed it to anyone else.

His cock was fully swollen and hard, throbbing excitedly and eagerly demanding attention. Damian grinned as he slowly walked towards Laila again, and forced himself to exercise patience. After all, good things come to those who wait.

“Ready for round two?” He teased her and slowly ran his fingers down her spine, from the top of her neck to the swell of her behind, before giving her a playful smack on the butt. Damian moved back into his previous position behind her, surprising her with his manhood insistently nudging between her cheeks. He leaned in, letting her feel that he was just as naked as she, and whispered. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me? How hard you make me?”

Damian emphasized his words with a little roll of his hips, and a hoarse groan. But before he could get carried away any further, he licked his lips and refocused on the task before him. Again he placed his right hand on her stomach and slowly moved it downwards, enjoying the sensation of her hot skin and the little movements his touch caused her to make. But instead of dipping his fingers again into her pussy, he stopped on her mons, playfully exploring the area and searching for her clit.

And once he found her sensitive button, he slowly circled and teased it with his fingertips, careful not to exert too much pressure on the delicate part. Feeling Laila almost immediately respond to his touch, he grinned and sensually breathed into her ear.

“Yes, be a good girl and give yourself to me. Let me take care of you, and I’ll promise you’ll soon get what you want…”

 

[La_Reina]

Laila's heart was thumping hard in her chest. She was breathing heavily. She was grateful when he offered her water and she nodded yes. Laila grinned inwardly as she stupidly thought he was going to uncuff her and give her the cup to hold. She blushed as she realized he was going to feed her ... well uhh drink. Laila caught her laugh right before the water hit her lips. She didn't want to end up coughing and choking thus ruining a great night. For once Laila thought maybe her NEED was a gift.

Laila pulled back indicating she was done and she heard his soft steps pad away. She strained her ears as she flexed her fingers getting the blood circulating through them. His voice made her jump and that lone finger trailing down her spine caused her pussy to spasm answering his question. She whimpered trying to find her voice, but then she felt him! Oh by the gods! Laila's mouth dropped open in an O of surprise as she felt his thick, hardness nestled between her ass cheeks. She wished he would spread her ass and using her pussy juices as lube plunge into her tight asshole fucking her ass hard and rough. Gawd, she was losing her mind with need.

Laila gulped as he whispered in her ear, his breath trailing over her sensitive skin. She turned her head in a trance her lips slightly parted and she caught herself and pulled away. She had almost went to him, lips pursed for a kiss. She was an idiot. She was sure if she saw his face he would have had a look of confusion as this was not a romantic thing. But... Laila lost her trail of thought as she felt his hand splayed on her stomach. For a moment him behind her, her wrapped in his arms in a protective embrace, Laila felt something stir in her; a response ... a familiarity that almost felt like ...home? Just as quickly the feeling passed as his hand trailed lowered and she leaned back into him wanting more.

Laila wasn't sure what to expect and she was greedy enough to hope he slam his fingers inside her needy pussy again. He stopped at her clit and rolled the nub causing her hips to buck and shake. It felt good, but it was almost like it was too good and she couldn't help fighting it and pushing against him at the same time. More! Oh Gawd... Yes! More! "... finger my pussy, yes!" Laila wasn't sure when she was thinking the words and when she was saying the words. "Damian, please ... oh " Laila moaned over and over again.

Laila strained against the straps. She wanted to touch him so badly. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to feel his hard meat deep inside her. "Please," Laila begged, unable to stop herself, "Please fuck my face. ... Damian, please!" Laila felt herself get wetting hearing her own cries, begging this man who was controlling her need. She felt her body tense tightly, coiling and her body began to get hotter. "OH, fuuuuuuuuuuuuck," she moaned as she felt herself on the edge. "Damian, please," she begged getting used to begging him. She turned her head searching, begging him to help her. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulled her head back, while his hand was still rubbing her clit. "Oh, gawd yes!" He gripped her hair tightly and pulled back even further making her neck stretch before he slammed his lips down on hers. Laila kissed him fiercely, her tongue dueling with his. Laila came so hard she felt her body squirt and gush all over his hand and floor. Laila pulled back breaking the kiss screaming into the air. She was embarrassed that happened and again was grateful for the blindfold.

Laila felt like she was at one of those fine dining restaurants with 6 courses. She had the appetizers, the hors d'oeuvre, and now she was ready for the main course. She flexed her fingers and rotated her wrist as she tried to gain control of her breath.

 

[Baelnorn]

Laila begged him for release, and Damian gladly obliged. His fingers were a blur, strumming her sensitive clit mercilessly and eliciting the sweetest moans and pleas from her lips. He weaved the fingers of his free hand into her hair and pulled her head back, leaning down to kiss her. Their lips connected with a spark and his tongue demanded her submission, pushing her into another climax that left her trembling with shaking legs and crying from pleasure.

Damian’s cock throbbed eagerly between her butt cheeks, and dribbled a few drops of his hot precum onto her skin. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could endure, since this was turning into quite the test of mental stamina for him. The way his lover came underneath his touch, the way she completely and willingly surrendered to him was driving him wild, and the skin contact was doing its best to make him want to just enter and fuck her.

Wetness covered the fingers busy between Laila’s legs, who ruthlessly teased the last drop of her orgasm out of her before relenting in their assault and granting her pause. He wiped his hand against her thighs, patted her mound again, and groaned from behind her neck while still holding her hair.

“Such a good obedient girl… you like it so far?”

He smirked, knowing what her answer would be before the first syllable left her lips, and released her hair from his grasp.

[Cora, I hope you were right with how much she needs, because this is getting difficult. I feel like I’m teasing myself just as much as her.]

The superintelligence replied, an unspoken chuckle in her voice as she watched his member twitch again.

(This entire situation is unprecedented for me, but I am 88.4% certain that a final act of coitus will be enough to satisfy her need for now. If not, I am certain I can provide an alternative means for her stimulation.)

[Ah, yes, the sophisticated dildo glued to the sophisticated power drill motor…]

(Correct!)

“Let’s have another short break before we continue. Do you want another drink?” He asked Laila, before walking to the cabinet to finish his own glass. He fed her again like before, and once they both had caught their breaths, he stepped in front of her and carefully removed the blindfold.

Damian gazed deep into her eyes, smiling as he brushed a single errant strand out of her face, and placed a long, sensual kiss on her lips. “Beautiful… now, remember when I told you that I’d be giving you a choice later? Well, later is now, and the choice I’m giving you is where and how we finish.”

With a silent command through his neural implant he lowered the chain and unhooked Laila’s wrist cuffs, then took her leash and led her a few steps towards the bed.

“Option one, the bed. I will remain passive, and you will serve me. You’ll use your mouth and pussy to pleasure me, and then work your hips on my lap until we finish.”

Then he gestured towards the bench a few meters away.

“Option two, the bench. You’ll get on it, I’ll strap you down, and then I’ll fuck you from behind until we’re done. Don’t worry, this isn’t a permanent decision. With time we’ll do both of these, and probably quite a bit more. But for now, what do you choose?”

Now that she had some time to look at it, Laila noticed additional chains and straps on the leg rests and the primary pad. She realized that when she got onto it and all the restraints were applied, she’d be completely immobilized with the exception of her head. She would be at his mercy, helpless and fully exposed to him to ravage her at his leisure.

 

[La_Reina]

Laila wanted to touch him so bad. She needed to please him. She needed ...to be a good girl and wait. Hmm, Yes, I can do that. I can be sooooo goood. Laila was in her own world feeling as if she was on cloud nine. Even though she felt euphoric she was still very much aware of this man. Her lover. Her Knight. Laila shivered and wanted to give him the same pleasure he had given her. No, she wanted to give him more. She didn't want this to ever end. She wanted him to want her, which meant she had to prove to him he wanted this just as much as she did.

She knew he was standing in front of her. She could sense it. Then she could see again. She blinked a few times and he was in focus. HOLY SHIT! THIS MAN IS HOT! She didn't mean to, but her mouth dropped open going wider and wider as her eyes traveled from his eyes, to his chest ...HE'S FUCKING CHISELED! ... lower to his stomach ...I'M GOING TO LICK THAT ...lower to his hips ...I WANT TO WRAP MY LEGS AROUND HIS HIPS OH GAWD...She felt his hands slightly brush her forehead as he messed with her hair; fixing it she assumed from what it felt. Her eyes finally were glued to his thick, fat, cock. She couldn't take her eyes off it. She was not expecting him to kiss her, breaking the trance she was under. She kissed him back moaning into his mouth already ready once more, but he ended the kiss. She blinked as her mind caught up that he was talking to her.

Her hands were finally lowered and the blood rushed to her fingers sending small sparkly tingles as her blood circulation returned. She was wondering what the options were as he led her towards the bed and gestured towards the bench. Laila didn't hesitate. She knew she had a debt to pay and she intended on paying it in full.

"The bed, please," she said quietly, her voice a bit hoarse. She cleared her throat and spoke up. "I would like Option 1, please."

He smiled at her and dammit if Laila didn't fall in love. He never let go of her leash as he led her to the bed. She expected him to unclasp the leash, but he didn't. He got on the bed, laid down, and kept the leash in his grip. She blushed. He was still in control, even if he was going to lay there passively. She squirmed, rubbing her thighs together as she watched him scoot to the center of the bed. She was forced to climb on the bed and follow or least she be choked.

He looked at her expectantly and Laila's eyes feasted. She slowly smiled as her eyes roved over his body and then she leaned over, back arched, ass raised as she finally got to touch him. He was so hard and smooth. She moaned and gulped her mouth already watering wanting a taste. He was so warm. She slowly stroked him once and a small drop of precum glistened on the head of his cock calling to her. Laila moved her hair to the other side of her getting it out of the way. She leaned further and slowly stuck out her tongue licking the tip of his cock tasting him. She meant to tease him and lick him slowly, but she found his taste intoxicating and she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock as her tongue danced and flickered on the underside of that big fat vein that she loved.

She leaned over some more and took more of him in. Her mouth stretched wide as she sucked him down and he hit the back of her throat. She pulled back coming up for air. Her hand was still wrapped around his cock where she was last at. She frowned. She still had a few more inches to go and he had already hit the back of her throat. This won't do at all! Laila opened her mouth and took him again as she took a deep breath, her tongue trailing down his shaft as she took him deeper and deeper. When she felt him get to a stopping point she relaxed her throat and felt him slide down. Her nose touched his stomach and she swallowed, feeling her throat muscled squeeze and contract around him before she came up for air again. She took another deep breath and then began sucking him in earnest; her head bobbing up and down, sucking, slurping, all while her tongue played and flickered against the head of his cock.

Laila was enjoying herself. She was happily sucking him off and this was what she wanted, needed. She reached over and took his hand and placed it on her head as she took another deep breath and lowered herself swallowing his cock. She felt his hand press down against her head and she moaned her throat vibrating against his shaft as well as her throat contracting against him. She came up a little and then he pushed down again not letting her up. She moaned louder throatier vibrating even more. As much as she loved this, she needed air! She tapped him 3 times and he relaxed his grip and let her up. She took 3 quick breaths before he was using the leash to pull her down and then pushing her head down again thrusting into her throat. Laila's pussy was glistening in need. Fuck YES! She swallowed him again her nose against his stomach and her throat swallowing over and over.

 

[Baelnorn]

“The bed, please. I would like Option 1, please.”

Damian smiled, then nodded. “Very well. Join me.” He said, his voice calm and deep, as he slowly led Laila closer to the bed. With a swift motion he threw off the coverlet, then pulled the duvets off the mattress one after the other. With the bed now almost empty save for the pillows, he sat down and slowly scooted backwards, pulling Laila along on her leash.

His cock was standing straight up, bobbing slightly back and forth when he breathed or clenched his muscles. When she finally touched him, he simply closed his eyes and relaxed, enjoying the wonderful sensations her soft hands and tender lips offered. It didn’t take long for her to take him into her mouth, and he groaned as her lips sealed around his shaft and she sucked him in.

Damian had expected her to tease him, perhaps torment him, just like he had done to her before. But it seems she was as hungry and desperate as he, seeking to usher both of them towards their eventual unification, which conjured a content smile onto his lips.

Laila’s tongue and lips felt amazing, and her eagerness and passion was driving him wild. From how greedily she sucked on his manhood, and how deeply she slid him into her mouth, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was trying to take all of him. He didn’t have to wonder for long, because only a few moments later he felt himself slide completely into her mouth and her throat constrict around his shaft.

A hoarse groan escaped from deep in his throat as she deepthroated him, completely taking him by surprise.

“Laila! Hhhnng…”

His back arched briefly off the mattress, and his cock throbbed and spilled more of his precum, just in time for her to start bobbing her head and get into an immaculate rhythm of pleasuring him.

(Damian, do you remember the quarterly presentation slides?)

[Wh… what? Yes, sort of, but-]

(Wonderful. I’d like to go over it again, particularly the progress projections for Knight Aerospace Enterprises and how our competition with SpaceX is shaping up.)

[O-okay… b-but why… now?]

(Because I know that sound you just made, and I think Ms. Stone wants to… enjoy you for a little longer.)

Before he could master a mental reply, he felt Laila take his hand and place it on her head. His eyes snapped open, and he looked down at her, focusing on her face. What he found was not quite what he expected, but he acknowledged her mischievous expression of encouragement with a nod, before she lowered her mouth back down.

(See? Anyway, I think we have to adjust our strategy to ensure sufficient contract volume. SpaceX has the market advantage, and as it stands KAE needs a decisive advantage to make their customers switch. I have worked out three proposals so far…)

Granting her wish, he put a gentle pressure on his lover’s head to hold her trapped with his cock down her throat. He pushed her down again and again, until she signed for air, which he of course granted, while Cora was chewing his proverbial ear off in his mind with her business strategy proposals. Taking back control, he shortened the leash by wrapping the chain around his hand, simultaneously pulling her by the collar and pushing her with his other hand, thrusting his manhood into her eager mouth.

“Fuuuuck….”

Damian breathed with a tinge of despair lacing his voice. The exertion of having to withstand Laila’s ministrations was beginning to take its toll, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. His skin was hot, with a thin layer of sweat glistening in the afternoon light, and without Cora’s distractions he would have cum minutes ago. His lover definitely knew what she was doing, and it was becoming more and more difficult for him to stay at a level of arousal where he felt safe.

“Laila… I love your mouth, and I promise to let you have your treat another time, but I want you on my lap now. And I’m pretty sure you want to be there as well, don’t you?”

He unraveled the leash’s chain from his hand, providing her with the range of motion she needed to mount and ride him, while taking in deep breaths in a bid to calm his racing heartbeat and hoping he could endure – and enjoy – the next few minutes for their mutual satisfaction.

 

[La_Reina]

Laila was switching between swallowing him down her throat and bobbing up and down his cock ... as much as he allowed of course. if he wanted deeper he would pull on the lease or push her head down delighting her. Sometimes he would allow her to suck him how she pleased. No matter the situation she was very much aware he did what he wanted and he was in control; even as she was sucking him greedily, he was in control. She loved having his hand on her head, his other hand pulling on the leash forcing her to take him down her throat. She loved him face fucking her. She loved how good he tasted. She loved hearing him moan and groan knowing that she was the one that was doing this to him.

Laila's pussy spasm and she moaned against his cock hearing his long throaty groan of pleasure. Oh yeah, she did this! She loved this! She was going to make him cum down her throat! She was determined. She was going to let him feel how good he- ... Laila paused. As much as she loved what she was doing, she desperately wanted to feel him deep inside her. With a long slow slurp she sucked her way up his length and girth before stopping at the head of his cock and swallowing as she flicked her tongue over that long vein she loved. Finally, she released him.

Laila sat up and part of the leash fell between her breasts as she crawled up the length of Damian Knight. She positioned herself over his cock, hovering. She gripped the length of him, her hands wrapping around his thick shaft and placed the tip of him at her entrance. She was already slick and ready for him. She lowered herself feeling him slide into her and then stretch her wide. Laila threw back her head and moaned finally being filled. He was thick, and the way he stretched her pussy felt so good, so right.

She slowly leaned forward, rising, as her slick pussy folds gripped him tightly and slide up his shaft. "Oh, fuck!" Laila said before she started riding him. Her rhythm getting faster, taking him in deep inside her. She rolled her hips and bounced on his hard member. She leaned forward some more, cupping her breasts and offering them to him. She arched her back as she continued pumping her hips up and down the slurping sounds of their body was driving her higher and higher.

Laila suddenly sat up and she sunk another few inches. He was hitting the right spot, deep inside. She rolled her hips up and then sat back down and his cock slide over that tight sweet spot. Laila gasped and moaned, "Yes, right there." Laila was moaning loudly as she focused internally. She was so close, on the edge. She was starting to sweat, he felt so fucking good, she didn't want to stop. They could fuck forever and she would die a happy woman. By the Gods this man feels good! BUT Laila could not cum, even with him hitting that sweet spot over and over, even with her slick folds gripping him tightly, milking him, begging him to release in her; she could not cum.

"Please ...." Laila begged. She wasn't sure how many times she begged this man and she didn't care. She was in need. She needed ... Damian pulled on the chain forcing her to almost fall on him. Their heads were inches from each other, their eyes locked on each other as she continued riding him. She started to close her eyes but he pulled the leash snapping her eyes open. It was almost too much to stare into his eyes she she fucked him like a bitch in heat. He was watching her orgasm and Laila couldn't take it.

"I'm going to cum ..." she said breathlessly still watching him. Her body burning hotter and her pussy now gripping him tightly.

"CUM!"

Eyes still locked Laila exploded. Her pussy spasm and milked him even as she gushed around him cumming hard. She hadn't had an explosive orgasm like that in a while. She could barely keep up the rhythm as she rode him until every last drop of her orgasm was finished. She wasn't sure if he had came and deep down she hoped he emptied himself in her. Laila sat up with him still embedded in her. She gave a small, shy smile. She slowly leaned forward releasing him from her pussy. She knelt on the side of him, legs tucked underneath her, She was still collard and leashed by her neck and she still had bindings on her wrists and ankles. She looked like a kept slut and the thought made her blush. She waited and for now the NEED wasn't as aggressive. It was still there, simmering waiting, but for now she was okay.

"Thank you," she said not quite looking at him. She was suddenly embarrassed at what she did and needed. She was staring at his cock, anything to avoid eye contact as she felt vulnerable and exposed. "I should get cleaned up," she made to move but the leash was still taunt and she needed him to at least let go.

 

[Baelnorn]

Damian groaned as Laila lowered herself down on his throbbing cock and took him all the way into her hot, wet, and tight pussy. The sensation was incredible, and while he might wonder later why she was this wild and aroused, at this particular moment he couldn’t care less about this detail. Moments later she started riding him, and his breath caught in his throat. She was tighter than any partner he could remember ever being with – hell, even his artificial helpers were given a run for their money – and her pussy milked his shaft with a merciless grip. Her movements became faster, more erratic, as she rode him with unrestraint, wild abandon.

A primal growl escaped his lips when she played with her breasts, offering them to him. She didn’t need to wait long before Damian’s strong hands took over, and laid claim to her breasts. His fingers squeezed and held her firm flesh, while his thumbs circled and played with her pierced nipples.

He knew he was rapidly approaching the point of no return, and hearing his lover being so close to her own climax just spurred him on. Somewhere in his brain he remembered that she liked… wanted… needed to be controlled and dominated, and with a grunt he pulled on her leash to bring her closer to him. He wanted to see her face, her eyes, when she finally came on his cock.

“Please… I’m going to cum… please…”

Damian’s last reserves of self-control evaporated, and he was now rapidly approaching his own climax. His balls ached for release, eager to spill his seed deep into her welcoming pussy. With his last willpower, he grunted out his command.

“CUM!”

A breath later she came, hard. Her eyes lost focus and rolled back into her head as she shivered and trembled on his groin, desperately riding out her climax. Another breath later, Damian came, hard, with another primal grunt. His cock throbbed deep inside her, pumping rope after rope of his harmless seed into his lover. When the overwhelming pleasure of his orgasm finally began to fade, his lungs demanded air, and he greedily drew a deep breath.

“Holy…” He breathed, trying to catch his breath and calm down a little.

Laila had slipped off him, leaving his groin a pooling mess of their combined fluids, and knelt next to him. He watched her, and now, after their little tryst, she seemed to be a very different person. It was almost as if she was embarrassed of what had transpired in this room, despite both of them obviously enjoying it tremendously. Her quiet voice, and her effort in avoiding his eyes, made it clear to him that something was up.

“Thank you. I should get cleaned up.”

Damian held on to the leash, not yet willing to let her just scamper away back into hiding again.

“Wait… please?”

He tried catching her gaze briefly, trying to gauge the expression on her face, but found no luck with either. With a quiet sigh he reached over to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer to retrieve a pack of paper tissues.

“Here. That should help with our little mess right now.”

Damian ripped open the packaging and grabbed several tissues, working on trying to contain the worst of the mess gathering on and under him. With the immediate flooding dealt with, he gently tugged her leash.

“I… I won’t force you if you don’t want to, but I’m not a smash-and-dash type of guy. So if you want to… you know… maybe cuddle and talk a bit before we run off to do our own things again, I’m game.”

With that said, he leaned over and began to carefully undo her cuffs, and finally her collar.

 

[La_Reina]

Laila felt her heart bloom as he offered her some tissue to help them clean up. She didn't expect kindness and concern from him, though she was not sure why she did not. She kept underestimating him. She was still giving him this villain role in her mind; even though she knew he was the hero. He was sweet. She confirmed this when he basically offered her aftercare while unleashing her wrist and ankle binds. She smiled shyly and nodded pressing into him gently pushing him into his back. She did not deserve Damian Knight. She was even more determined to make it up to him; make up everything she's done to him. Especially, when he could have left her to burn up and die in agony in her NEED or let her go do something risky and instead he helped her. She was feeling more and more indebted to this man.

Suddenly Laila sat up. "I'm not on birth control!" Laila was instantly reassured by Cora explaining there was less than a 0% chance she could get pregnant. Laila laid back down. She loved feeling a man cum inside her and she didn't do it often, due to risks, only with partners she truly trusted. However, with Damian posing no risk of children and she was sure he was clean she was beginning to think this could get even more fun. Maybe she could get a little 50 shades in here. Laila gave a little giggle at her thought.

She wrapped herself around him, her head on his chest, her leg wrapped around his, and one hand on his stomach. She listened to his heart and felt content. Truly content. The NEED was quiet, sedated, and she didn't want to think about how she may have come off. Instead, she was going to focus on his strong body under her touch and how he made her feel just now. His cock was so thick and she shivered at the thought, but more importantly it was the man. The way he reacted to her, controlled her, used her. She blushed while staring at his chest remembering. She pulled the sheets around them giving them a little warmth.

"I do have a question." She tilted her head up to look into his. She paused inwardly gasping as their eyes locked and she stared into his dark orbs. He looked so masculine and sexy just being Damian Knight. She liked the way his hair looked all mused and disheveled. She even liked the way he smelled. She shook off her trance and licked her lips slowly gathering her courage.

"Um... what is going to - " Laila paused as her stomach grumbled loud. She blanched and her eyes widen in embarrassment as she ducked under the sheets. Are you fucking kidding me?!?! There was one knock on the door and then it opened. Two robots walked in carrying trays and on each tray was a sub sandwich, chips, and a lightly flavored juice that Laila couldn't name not even after she tasted it, but it was delicious.

"I figured some ... refreshment might be needed." Cora said with a hint of humor.

"Thank you," Laila said after saying a quick prayer for the meal.

Laila was sitting cross-legged with the tray in front of her. She was biting into her sandwich, watching the Damian Knight. "What, uh, is my role here? I don't think you're the type to sleep with your employees, but ... um ..." She didn't want to ask, 'what are we?' She didn't want to ask, 'do I still have a job?' But she needed to know what was next in her life. Can she pay her bills? Student loans?

 

[Baelnorn]

“I do have a question.”

Damian raised an eyebrow and grinned. “That’s good, because it makes two of us. But you go first.”

After a short interruption by Laila’s growling stomach, followed by Cora bringing them a light meal, she finally asked her question.

“What, uh, is my role here? I don't think you're the type to sleep with your employees, but... um...”

The question made him pause. Indeed, what was her role? He contemplated it while he chewed and swallowed the bite of his sandwich. Eventually he made up his mind on how to approach this topic, and took a deep breath.

“That is a very good question. One whose answer now will probably look quite a bit different than what it was when I made you the offer to stay. You’re right, I’m not in the habit of entering into sexual relationships with my employees. Makes for… bad optics and more often than not quickly devolves into legal nightmares. Other people and companies have provided ample examples of why not to do this.”

He took a sip from his juice and continued.

“To be honest, I haven’t fully thought about it. This recent turn of events really wasn’t planned or even expected by us, but my offer and its terms still stand. If you stay here, you’ll become the third member of our army of two. You’ll learn why we do what we do, and you’ll learn to work towards the same goal. You will learn to trust both of us with your life, and you’ll come to appreciate the merciless training regime Cora will put you through.”

Damian winked at the last sentence, which earned him an annoyed sounding ‘hmpf’ from the speakers. He chuckled at the AI’s comment, looking up at the ceiling and teasing his digital companion.

“Am I wrong, Cora?”

“You could have worded it a little less intimidating, but in essence you are correct. I have already created a training plan for Ms. Stone, as well as multiple sets of appropriate workout clothing, and I expect it to be followed. Further, Laila, I will manage your meals, so please communicate any further specific requirements for your… needs… or food allergies or preferences of taste at your earliest convenience. The physical wellbeing and fitness of people under my direct care is not negotiable.”

He looked at Laila and shrugged his shoulders in a manner that said ‘see?’ better than any words could.

“Our specific… relationship… depends also on what you want and need, which touches on the question I wanted to ask you. But I’ll get to that in a moment. I have no problem sleeping with you, but I won’t force the issue if it makes you feel uncomfortable. If you don’t want to continue any intimate contact with me, you’ll have to figure out with Cora how to… handle… your condition. I remember she was designing some very sophisticated solutions…”

“Hmpf. Just keep pushing your luck and I’ll add another 20 push-ups to your plan…” The AI teased back with an obviously humorous tone in her voice.

Damian laughed, and continued after finishing his juice.

“Anyway, allowing you to go to that club you mentioned after we start with your training will not be an option, due to the confidentiality of the material you’ll be shown. Generally speaking, you’ll spend your time here, or in any of our continental primary offices. Public appearances will only happen with Cora’s permission, since I don’t trust anyone currently not on this island to not do anything stupid when it comes out that you’re close to me.”

He grabbed a chip and made it disappear in his mouth.

“You obviously won’t have to worry about rent, food, or utilities here, and you’ll receive a proper contract and an appropriate salary, both keyed to a position as ‘personal assistant’. As corny as that may sound. If you have any outstanding financial commitments or debts, Cora will also take care of those. If you have any other commitments or dependencies that could be exploited by others in an attempt to gain an advantage over you, please tell us rather sooner than later. Some examples we already had to deal with included scorned family members, children, illicit affairs, gambling debts, run-ins with organized crime, and being involved with drug operations.”

Nomming on another two chips, Damian wrapped up his train of thought.

“So I think it mostly depends on what you want out of this situation. We can keep it strictly professional… or at least as professional as it can be after today. Or we can be what one would colloquially call ‘fuck buddies’, I guess. Which brings me to my own question… how often do you need… well… this? I’m just asking to manage both of our expectations, because today was really pushing me to my limits.”

He finished with a rosy blush on his cheeks and a nervous chuckle.

 

[La_Reina]

Laila took another bite and waited as he contemplated her fate. In the silence she took a moment to study the man. Here she was completely naked, eating a light lunch in his bed and she should be embarrassed ... but ...she watched him take a sip of his drink, his lightly muscular frame, so masculine and sleek. He kind of reminded her of a black panther when he stretched out his arm so sinewy and sleek. Plus she knew first hand how strong he was and the quiet power this man had inside him. Of course, looking at him let her ogle his chest. She smiled and tried to hide it by taking a bite of her sandwich. The man could pose as a model.

Laila blinked in surprise. The term and offer still stands?! Laila was thrilled. This was the best possible outcome for her. She couldn't believe it. " ... training ... regiment?" Cora confirmed she was to start working out and Laila looked down at her body. She knew she wasn't fat, but she could use some toning. What woman didn't believe that? She knew she had a small tummy, but even Laila grabbed at her gut confirming that she could use some working out. She nodded her head in agreement.

Laila knew what she needed from him, but she wasn't sure if he could handle it. Plus she wasn't sure what these things did, Laila looked down at her nipple piercings, and how to control her after effects when she couldn't control the output. Plus she still had the nanos in her and though she was sure they were trying to fix what was happening to her she was also certain there was something else happening, triggering. She just wasn't sure what and she wasn't going to bring it up. . . yet.

Laila heard him speak, she did, truly she did, but her mind kept wrapping around that he didn't trust anyone not to do anything stupid to her when they found out she was close to him. That. She. Was. Close. To. HIM!!! He probably meant it in the fact she was a third part of their group, but all she heard was he cared. He might have said it flippantly, but he cared. He could have phrased it any other way, but he didn't. He cared. He was still thinking of ways to protect her. Because he cared.

Laila had to snap out of it and this time it was her turn to contemplate his questions. "I know it may seem like I may have a lot of partners due to this ... condition. This is the worst it's ever gotten. With that said, I do not want to have anyone else, but you. I would like if you could continue to fulfill my needs and it should make working easier in that maybe a few hours break would be needed in emergencies." It sounded more like Laila was trying to convince why he should continue being with her even though he said he would. She blushed and looked down, taking a chip to stop herself from this free flow of dialogue.

Laila took a deep breath. "Please remember my normal doesn't amount much here since these things were put in." She gestured at her nipples. "So I'm going to revert to back when I was going through puberty and times it by like 1000," she was thinking inwardly and wasn't really talking to Damian to Cora. "That was really intense, more intense than I remember. Shocking worked through my teens, having a college boyfriend worked during that time, finding a club worked now and I was able to control it, but ..." Laila paused thinking. "If I didn't work on control and mental blocks I would say..."

Laila looked up at Damian finally speaking to him. "For parameters if I'm only exposed to you and Cora - I'm thinking maybe once a few weeks. This is because even though you stopped my powers to manipulate other people's thoughts it feels like a plug was forced," Laila gestured wildly not knowing how to quiet explain, "there. I still feel like the other power, the likability power, is still in effect. I'm very charismatic, I forgot the term the doctor said, but I don't feel like - " Laila chewed on her bottom lip trying to explain. She snapped her fingers.

"I'm an introvert!" She wasn't and the weird look Damian gave her confirmed it. She nodded. "Yes, think of me like an introvert. Around you two my battery isn't being drained as much. But around more people my battery gets drained much faster than normal. I do not know at what rate as I haven't been around people since this happened. If I had to guess ... if I was around a small crowd maybe a couple times a week and then as we add more meetings, conferences, etc. I will probably need you more, much more. I don't think they all have to be like this," Laila gestured at the bindings on the bed, the O ring in the ceiling. "This was an emergency, but they do need to be kind of on this level with um ..."

"Um .. like I don't have to be t-t-tied up," Laila was blushing trying to get the words out as she felt incredibly vulnerable with her needs.

"You don't necessarily need the bondage, just his ... attitude?" Cora supplied. "Like protocol. Strict protocols..." It almost sounded like Cora trailed off and she was reading something or computing something. Laila wasn't sure how to think of Cora since Laila was having a difficult time not thinking of her as a sentient being.

"Yes, I don't know why that works, but just his demeanor could help calm down a flare up. The real question is..." Laila looked at Damian. "Can you do it? If it's too much then we will need to work out other arrangements as I try to find this new control. Also, I don't think we should remove the nanos. I think they're working, but something could be off. They may need to be an upgrade or something..." Laila trailed off not knowing how to explain or use the words for them to understand her. She again wondered if she was smart enough to be any assistance to these two.

"Cora." Laila said as she let Damian ponder her question. "As for my diet, in regards to meals more meat. For snacking all that other stuff is fine, but um, meat. I do try to eat healthy-ish, but I do need meat. Everything you have supplied thus far has been magnificent. My food portions are the same as a man oh and vitamin D. Usually, I'm outside in the sun so it's not a big, big deal, but when I get deficient I get really sick. Like superman, I need the sun or vitamin D. Lots of it."

Laila was already finished with her lunch and she was collecting the dishes to put on the side table. "Oh how does my student loans work? I understand we don't want me to be vulnerable to any .. outside forces tempting me to harm Damian or the company, but it's just student loans."

"Yes, Laila I can contact the Dept. of Education on your behalf and negotiate a term rate which you will pay back to Knight Industries, either by deductions from your paycheck or we can recoup our losses in others way. I've been meaning to ask do you have 3 student loans. I see 2 from various agencies in the Dept. of Education, but Noridian Education. I am running a check to confirm, but ..."

"Yes, Noridian Education is the affiliate to Palnoridian Corps., Knights Industries direct competitors. I never took their money. I didn't even know they supplied it during college. It's some sort of legal thing and myself and about a million others are waiting to see how this plays out,"

"Where's the money now, Laila?"

"That's just it. They said they put it in my account, they show proof, but I swear I didn't have it. I wouldn't have needed so much in students loans if I did get that money. I didn't keep receipts back then. Hell, I can barely remember, but I do remember not having an additional $50 thousand in my account. I would have noticed that. I can't even go that far back in my banking history to prove I never received the $50K. However, that's supposedly what I owe. I wasn't the highest or the lowest, but until the courts rule. I won't know if I'll be forced to pay back funds I never received. Those are the only financial biggies I have. I don't think they'll try to come after me in connection with you, but I was going to bring it up and get your opinions." Laila leaned back and pulled the sheet high over her breasts.

 

[Baelnorn]

Damian listened carefully to Laila‘s replies and ramblings, a soft smile on his lips as he followed her oscillate between excitement, slight worry, and embarrassment. He also didn’t fail to notice her gaze glued to his chest, which combined with her admission of wanting him to continue being her lover, made him feel more desired than he’d felt in the whole last decade and quickly conjured a blush onto his cheeks.

“Thank you, for your honesty and trust, Laila. I really hope we can make this work… on all levels, and I promise I’ll do my best not to disappoint you. I’m self-aware enough to know that I’m not the best lover, and while I’m not going to ask you to fill out a feedback form on my performance-”

“But maybe that’s not a bad idea…” Cora interjected quickly with a teasing tone.

Damian chuckled, groaned, and took a deep breath, in exactly that order, before he restarted his sentence with additional emphasis.

“While we are not going to ask you to fill out a feedback form on my performance, if you want me to do anything differently in future encounters, or if you want to try out certain things, just tell me. Especially considering that things will probably not be this extreme, I need to know what you like and dislike in your partner. You don’t need to tell me now; I just want you to think about it, and to know that you can tell me whenever something comes up.”

“Once every few weeks doesn’t sound so bad, but considering how intense it was today I want to be extra careful not to mess up. I don’t want to hurt you in any way, so I’d really prefer if we could properly prepare for those occurrences, rather than having to dive in headfirst like today.”

After a short pause he continued.

“I think that’s also the answer to your question. I will try my best to give you what you need, no matter how often, but I need your honest feedback on how well I’m doing. Despite Cora’s best efforts, I’m not a mind reader yet, so please let me know what you enjoyed, or didn’t enjoy. I want this to be as enjoyable as possible, for both of us, and in my opinion that doesn’t stop at the orgasm. It’s probably going to be a bit awkward at the beginning, but considering we survived today I’m confident we’ll manage.”

Now Cora also joined their conversation with a question of her own.

“On the topic of doing well and managing, you mentioned that you think the nanites were helping you? Considering that they shouldn’t exhibit any specific preprogrammed behavior yet, I request your availability for additional examinations and studies. You don’t have to worry, it will simply be more scans like the one earlier, and a small blood sample to extract a few roaming nanites for a closer look.”

Damian relaxed when Laila and Cora went over her student loans. When he heard the name of one of his competitors, he let out a groan.

“Of course it had to be PC. They’re always up to some shady stuff. Cora, please check if it’s easier for us to just pay back Laila’s loan. I still remember the headache from the last time we had to deal with their lawyers.”

The AI replied immediately without missing a beat.

“Affirmative, Damian. And no worries, I wasn’t actually considering entering into an unnecessary legal slugging fest with them. While I cannot get headaches, I can remember what a generally unpleasant waste of time our last encounter with Palnoridian Corps was.”

He let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you!”

With their immediate questions and topics resolved, Damian closed his eyes and leaned back into the pillows. His breath grew calmer, and he visibly relaxed even though he had to stifle a yawn after some moments. After a minute his eyes opened again, and he looked at his lover from his resting position.

“There are two more points I want to address. First, I want you to understand that you can say no to me whenever you like. You’re not my slave, nor a concubine, and if for whatever reason you don’t want to sleep with me you don’t have to. And second, this will be your new room. If you want or need any specific items or tokens, just let either of us know and we’ll see to get them for you.”

The omnipresent superintelligence also chimed in once more.

“I am also working on your new wardrobe. A selection of basic items is already available and will be delivered here soon, the full assortment of clothing will include attire for all possible occasions in multiple different styles based on current trends, modern and classic designs, and stylistic combinations with your physical characteristics. If I may already ask, do you prefer dress or suit for formal attire?”

 

[La_Reina]

Laila was already protesting that Damian was a good lover, no a great lover in fact! He truly was a good lover and it was just the NEED that needed a stern demeanor to be satisfied. She wasn't built like that. She was more of the princess-spoil me type. It was weird to explain, so instead she eased back and enjoyed the light-hearted banter between Cora and Damian. They were actually pretty funny. Laila laughed at the interaction between the two. She wasn't sure how to explain what Cora was to Damian, but it was obvious the machine ... cared. Laila was NOT going down that rabbit hole.

"You're fine. Just being ... assertive and yet caring is all I ask for. If I want to try something fun..." A slow grin spread across Laila's face as she thought of so many fun things she could do to Damian and would enjoy being done to her. "... I'll make sure to ask. Sir!" Laila said the last part laughing more as a joke, even saluting to emphasize it was a joke.

Laila nodded at Cora as she mentioned wanting to scan her. She hoped Cora could figure out what was going on. She was sure they were helping to control the various NEEDs inside her and that's why they were clustered in the places Cora had mentioned in her earlier scan. However, since they weren't preprogramed she wondered if they were also triggering something else. She did feel off. She just didn't know how to name the feeling or even how to describe it. She just knew something felt off.

Laila's mouth dropped open when Damian casually mentioned paying off her student loan with Noridian. She tilted back her head and bit her bottom lip to cover her shock. Was this her new world?! Was she going to someday casually mention thousands of dollars as if they were pennies? She still wasn't sure what she was supposed to be doing at Knight Industries, but if it ended up with her owning her own pair of red bottom shoes she will do anything. Please by the Gods, Let this be real. Please do not let this be some drunken fever dream or I swear by the GODS I will blow up everything!

Laila dumbly nodded as she couldn't imagine ever saying no to sex with Damian Knight. She was a hot blooded young female with hormones to match. He was sexy as fuck. If he wanted to pull her into an alley and fuck her up against the wall and .. Laila sighed sure that the image she was imagining of Damian fucking her hard and deep was definitely a scene she read in a book somewhere. She looked around her new room liking that they christened it. She was going to have some really naughty memories here. Oh! So her room was the sex room! Laila giggled loving the thought. Then Cora was talking about clothes and Laila was in heaven; she felt like a princess when Cora mentioned she had already picked some things for her to review!

This is happening! it's actually happening! This stuff only happens in movies! I ... need to answer not just sit her looking stupid. Laila cleared her throat. "I guess it depends on the occasion, my mood, the weather, if I look fierce or not. I'm quite versatile if I want to wear a dress or pants. Also, it may depend on what would complement Damian the best or represent Knight Industries the best." Laila said truly from the heart ... before her imagination go the best of her.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey," Laila was barely holding in her excitement. "Is there like some sort of tablet that holds all my clothes and what I'm going to wear and then," Laila took a deep breath continuing before anyone could say more. "...and then, and then there's like an image of me on the screen ..and NO!" Laila was really getting into it. "A HOLOGRAPHIC IMAGE! YES! And it's me and i just swipe and the clothes go to my holo-me and I can see how the clothes would look on me and if I want to wear that outfit or not? And if I select yes or confirm or something the clothes will come to me like out of a compartment or something?" Laila was breathing deeply as the silence seemed to stretch in the air forever.

"Nooooo," Cora said slowly and gently almost as if she was talking to a child or a very psychotic person. "We don't have that. But we do have a walk-in closet with built in buttons on the shelves that'll allow you to spin said shelf, so you can see what's in your closet. This allows for more clothes and is efficient," Cora said as a light turned on in a closet behind Laila. "And one for shoes too!" Off to the side another closet opened showing shoes that were slowly rotating.

Laila literally gave a girly scream and hoped off the bed. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME!"

"These are just some basic items to hold you over in the meantime, so you can get dressed," it sounded like Cora was smirking. "Like I said a greater assortment has been picked out for you and will be delivered shortly." There was a slight pause, "Along with formal wear in dress and pants form."

Laila was squealing looking at the clothes. She could tell these were designer clothes. Even though they were a plain black shirt or a pair of jeans just the material was different. It was ... QUALITY! Laila squealed once more. She was on her way to obtaining this level of wealth until her job fell through. She thought, she thought, Laila turned to Damian as she grabbed a long white t-shirt. Maybe she's gotten used to the long white shirt look.

"Thank you, Damian." Laila pulled out a pair of dark blue denim jeans and quickly added, "And Cora! Truly. Thank you both. I'm going to work hard. I promise." She still had no clue what she was supposed to do for them. "Um, I'm not sure if you're taking a day off, but we should probably get cleaned up. Do you think you wanna shower with me?" Laila winked. "Please, I promise I will probably try to swallow you again. I can't help it."

 

[Baelnorn]

Damian laughed happily at Laila’s gleeful squeal over her wardrobe and watched her rush off to take a look up close. The immediate comparison coming to his mind was ‘like a kid in a candy story’, and he didn’t mind her being excited about this one bit. She deserved it, after the stress and misery and existential dread of the last few days.

The selection Laila was browsing through held many different designs and colors, but a good chunk of it was the simple flat and elegant style of Damian’s wardrobe. Going by her memory, she could pick up details on some of the shirts, pants, and skirts that matched or complemented elements of his shirts and suits.

And while there was a good offering of colors, especially for signature items like your typical blue jeans, about half of the pieces were in black, or various shades of grey and red. It was easy to discern why; these were simply the colors already in stock, so it was easy for Cora to create her clothing from those fabrics in whatever secret workshop she used until others could be delivered.

“Thank you, Damian. And Cora! Truly. Thank you both. I’m going to work hard. I promise.”

He smiled at her and nodded.

“I’m looking forward to seeing what you’ll be able to achieve.”

When she turned around, holding nothing but a pair of blue jeans in front of her naked body, and winked at Damian, his train of thought derailed for a moment.

“Do you think you wanna shower with me?”

He swallowed, his cheeks heating up with a blush again. But after a heartbeat he managed to answer with a smile.

“I’m certainly not going to refuse such an offer from a beautiful woman.”

Damian hopped off the bed, walking over to where Laila was standing, and offered his hand. Only a few moments later he guided her through one of the doors leading out of the bedroom, and into the attached bathroom. It was similar in design to the one she had seen in her smaller room before, but much more intricately equipped and lavishly decorated.

One entire wall of the bathroom was built from natural dark grey rock, partially overgrown by a climbing vine with vibrant heart shaped leaves that were quite a bit larger than her hand. The rest of the room was tiled in a welcoming white-gold marble, with both the walk-in shower and the sink being fitted with matching brushed-gold faucets and an advanced multi-stream shower system. As they walked closer, Laila noticed that the shower had a built-in bench, worked out of a part of the wall and tiled in the same white-gold marble as the rest of the walls and floor.

On their way they passed elegant white bathroom furniture, which offered space for a multitude of supplies. From toothbrushes and hairdryers to skin care products and spare shampoo bottles to impossibly soft terry cloth towels and bathrobes in different shades, which added another bright splash of color to the room, the various cabinets and drawers were well stocked.

Damian slid the reinforced glass door to the shower open, and gestured Laila to enter with a quip on his lips.

“Ladies first.”

The stream was already set to the perfect temperature, and a wall of warm steam quickly filled the shower compartment. Before stepping under the shower’s waterfall nozzle, Damian glanced at his partner.

“How about a deal? I wash your back, you wash mine, and we’ll just see where it takes us?”