Her Shameful Education Read Online Emily Tilton

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
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“One, Master,” she sobbed.

I felt my eyes go wide. What is wrong with her? I wondered desperately. She’s supposed to be, like, a computer, right? How could she make that mistake? How could she try to make him forget what he had just said, the simple command to answer “Yes, Master”?

Master Hendryk’s eyes came back to mine. A surge of heat came into my face, because I saw so many things in that calm gaze I could hardly name them all. First, over everything else, I saw desire—no, more than desire… sheer lust. I saw how good my obedient mouth made his rigid manhood feel, and how resolutely he intended to use my body in every way and at every opportunity.

My master showed me in his face, in the set of his forehead, somehow, that he wanted me to know that, too: the man who owned me wanted to leave his prized bed girl in no doubt that he found her very enjoyable. Not merely as a sexual object, though. Master Hendryk’s gorgeous blue eyes said that, unlike any artificial concubine, specially created for a man’s sexual pleasure, a girl like me had something much more valuable—a mind of my own, that he had started to get to know, and even to…

Love.

My mind registered that emotion distantly, as important an emotion as it was, because my more immediate concern lay elsewhere—the part of the moment that seemed to make Master Hendryk slow the rhythm of the face-fucking he gave me, that seemed to evoke the other, more urgent element of his expression.

His eyes had narrowed, and I saw the left one give a little twitch. Not quite a wink, but the sort of half wink a person—especially, I thought, the kind of brilliant, masterful person I had already discovered my owner to be—gives when he has a difficult situation under control and he wants his collaborator to know it.

My chest filled with warmth as I managed to puzzle all that out, because the idea that Hendryk Vanderbruggen… the billionaire senior vice president of a vast, essential division at an enormous megacorp… had taken me not just as his sexual servant but as his partner—at least in this clearly vital mission… overwhelmed me with a sort of gratitude I hadn’t known I could feel.

The half wink meant he had figured it out. I knew that as if Master Hendryk had announced it to me in so many words. Something about Candy’s failure to say Yes, Master had told him what he needed to know.

“Candy,” he said, his gaze still fixed on mine, his massive cock still thrusting between my wide-open lips, “you know that didn’t count. And neither will this one.”

CHAPTER 25

Hendryk

I lifted the cane and brought it down hard across Candy’s poor, sweet, bright red bottom. She cried out, her head rearing back, her hands clutching the legs of the whipping chair so hard I could see her knuckles go white. Two vivid double lines, deeper red outlined in paler pink, stretched across her trim backside.

Clear thinking posed a bit of a problem with my cock engulfed so pleasurably in Renee’s luscious mouth and her Institute-trained skill allowing deep thrusts to the soft back of her throat. A good portion of my dominant mind, driven by sheer alpha animal instinct, wanted to concentrate only on the heavenly sensation to be had inside the adorable open lips of the girl I had bought for pleasure alone, but had found so much more with.

That very enjoyment, though, and the way it related on the one hand to my growing love for Renee and on the other to what had happened with Candy, had brought the answer to the mystery into my mind. Without the velvet friction of Renee’s mouth around the thrusting shaft of my erect penis I couldn’t have seen it, because Candy’s malfunction depended, I had just realized, on the special pleasure I got from Renee.

Because I love her.

The artificial bed girl had realized it first—she must have, with her cutting-edge biometric sensors that could register skin galvanics and tiny fluctuations in the temperature of various parts of the human body. She had realized that her master had started to fall in love with his new, real concubine.

The assessment team who had monitored one of the first AI sexual servants had gotten it right, despite their own uncertainty. I knew about their report because they had cc’ed me, as head of the education division, since preparing the market for the eventual broad release of artificially intelligent bed girls would rely heavily on my work in public persuasion through subliminal education.

Despite the urgency of the moment and the multiplicity of erotic stimulation… the arousing sight of Candy’s bottom squirming and clenching as she tried to soothe a little of the pain… the even more alluring view of my rock-hard penis moving in and out of Renee’s sweet lips as she knelt, naked, in front of me… the sheer physical delight of her submissive reception of my cock balls-deep in her lovely mouth… despite all the distraction, I could call up the report’s most vivid phrases.


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