Page 38 of Smart Ass

He barely knew Max as a spark, let alone as a Dom. And a lot of Doms didn’t like brats. “Er, sorry?” Ben tried. “I didn’t mean to…”

He was jerked suddenly forward, his balance slipping away from him.

He’d thought he was helpless before, but it was nothing on what was happening now. He was a meter off the floor, held up horizontally by nothing but a strange collection of metal limbs. He could see the wheels and treads and spindly legs of half a dozen bots, all standing around him like he was some show or experiment for them to play with.

He felt like he was going to fall. If they dropped him, he’d land on his face and it would really hurt. It was terrifying.

His whole body pulsed with arousal.

“What’s my name?” Max demanded. A slap fell on Ben’s ass, startling him and then making him moan.

Was this the game they were playing? “Buttons.”

Another strike fell, harder this time. It was glorious. Zinging through him, awakening all of his nerves.

Another slap fell harder, until he couldn’t help but push back into it, begging for more.

What was Max even hitting him with? It was wide and flat, but with enough heft to resonate deep in his muscles and spiral up to his dick. Not knowing somehow made it even better.

“No…” Max’s voice was more teasing this time. “But do continue as long as you like. I’m enjoying this. What’s my name?”

Fuck, yes. Maybe Max had changed, but it sounded like they were far more compatible than Ben had ever dreamed.

No, that was a lie. He had fantasies like this all the time.

Only this was deliciously, impossibly real.

“Buttons,” he threw out, reveling in the word.

Max chuckled.

Then the room started to tilt and vertigo set in as Ben was manhandled out of his shirt. He was sure Max was going to drop him as all of the weird robotic extensions released and reclaimed him at different times.

It was scary as fuck, and Ben’s heart was racing. He screamed.

Adrenaline raced through him. He was probably going to die.

It was perfect.

By the time the shirt had been whisked away, Ben was breathing hard.

He was still wearing his shoes and pants. Even his belt. That just made it dirtier, because Max was so completely in control.

Two cold, rounded metal attachments rubbed Ben’s back while another tickled over the surface and a fourth blew out little puffs of air.

Ben was basically ruined for sex with any mere human for the rest of his life.

“What’s my name?” Max taunted.

“Bu…”

A strike fell, thin and hot, across his naked flesh. Ben screamed again.

“Want to try that again?”

“Buttons.”

Another strike fell. It burned.