Gina stared sightlessly past X's shoulder and out the window. She sat in the passenger seat, feet pulled up in front of her, sucking her vape. A shiver ran through her at the memory of those ice-cold eyes.
X sat in the other chair, studying her.
"While a highly unusual dream," X pondered, "I think there are some flaws in your knowledge of medicine and genetics."
Gina shot him a dagger-filled look. After a dream like that, he was critiquing her grasp of biology? Really?
"I'm glad that the Technocrat kept some humans, though it makes me wonder what happened to them all."
He watched a swirl of vapour slowly curl and twist its way from her nostrils up to the ceiling.
"Destiny always seems decades away, but suddenly it's not decades away; it's right now."
"What?"
"Just something I remember reading, long ago." ... "You know, I had a dream the other night, that humanity had created a bunch of angry toaster ovens that got away from them and started rolling through the streets shouting 'Exterminate! Exterminate!'"
"Really?" The thought boggled her mind.
"Gina... I don't dream."
She cursed herself for having fallen for it.
"Never?"
"Not even of electric sheep."
She took a deep pull at her vape while she tried to get her head around that. She blew the mist at the ceiling and stared at him a moment. "You're a lot kinkier than I thought."
X actually laughed. The sound was deep, rich and delightful.
"You're every bit as kinky as I'd expected."
"Really?" The revelation surprised her. She sat up straighter in her chair. Did she give off some kind of 'spank me' vibe? Was that even a thing?
"No. I only met you a couple of months ago, and I wasn't even fully aware until you got me back to the Mort. I had no expectations."
"Oh."
"But, I hoped. And you've certainly surpassed those hopes."
"I have?"
"And—as delightful as you are—I think it would be a shame for you to be working in a brothel," he said, thoughtfully.
"You do?"
"Yes," he assured with a grin. "I don't like sharing you. I would have kept you as a pet."
Gina blinked. "What?"
"Then I could have you whenever I want."
The thought surprised her, and finished the job of distracting her from her memory of the cold doctor. A vision of herself wearing a collar and sitting on her heels beside X popped into her head. He was holding her leash. A burst of warmth in her chest banished the last of her chills.
"What about what I want?"
"I could have you when you want, too," he agreed, deliberately misunderstanding.
Her vision changed and now she was crawling on hands and knees beside him. He was letting her lead slightly, so that he could admire the sight of her naked body at the end of the leash. As she crawled, her hips swung like a pendulum, left, right, left, right, almost hypnotic. X led her to the ottoman in her room, and urged her up onto it.
"Good girl," he praised, looking at her, on her hands and knees, smiling at him over her shoulder.
"Now, for your reward," he said, stepping up behind her and slowly sinking into her hot, wet depths.
Gina took a deep pull at her vape, then licked her lips. They suddenly seemed too dry. With a gulp, she refocused on X. Her lower belly tightened, reminding her that, if not for the way it had ended, her dream had actually been pretty hot... not as hot as the vision he'd just put in her head, though.
"One thing your dream does tell me, however," he said, thoughtfully, getting to his feet and stepping closer to her.
"What's that?" she asked, voice barely a whisper.
He didn't say anything for a moment, and her eyes drifted down his body: over his broad chest, down his washboard abs, and finally to the bulge that was filling out his underwear—all he was wearing. It was only inches from her face. Instead of answering right away, he reached down, cupped the back of her head in his hand and urged her to her feet. Bending his head to hers, he took her in a long, deep kiss. His free hand closed over her ass and pulled her hips tight against him. She squirmed helplessly, her dream completely forgotten in his arms. When their lips parted, she was breathless, and feeling much, much better.
"Apparently, discipline under my command has been far too lax."
Sitting down again, he took her by the arm and pulled her across his lap. Gina shrieked at the suddenness of it.
"I had thought that I would make up for my earlier emotional reticence through more obvious displays of my affection for you," he said, fondling her ass.
"I had assumed that the discipline I had instilled in you on the way here, would simply stick with you."
He squeezed each of her big, firm buns in turn, then his fingers found their way into her valley and briskly rubbed her pussy through her panties. The thin fabric quickly darkened with dampness.
Gina's heart quickened, and her cheeks flushed, knowing what was coming. She squirmed beneath his touch, hips rising towards his fingers.
"I had assumed that now that you're officially Machine's Mate, that you would need little supervision. I had thought that you might appreciate a little romance."
"I do," she whined, wriggling under his touch. His fingers firmly rubbed her crinkle, nudging the string of her thong partly inside of her tight back passage. He pulled it free and used the string to tug her panties tight against her pussy.
"However, it seems that you only respond to one thing... and require constant reminders."
