Page 66 of Smart Ass

Why did he enjoy Ben’s disappointment as much as his pleasure? Why did he feel such savage victory in hearing Ben’s frustration?

“Please, Max! C’mon…” Ben was dancing on jittery legs, pressing his ass back as he searched for more. “Oh, please…”

Maybe that was what Max loved: breaking Ben down until he begged.

He had the spider bot pick up a crop and swing it experimentally through the air. Max held all the coordinates—speed, distance, and placement—and he pushed them into the bot as commands.

The first strike fell and Ben howled. A red line flashed across his skin.

Max zoomed two of the cameras in close, not wanting to miss a moment of Ben’s expression or the erotic damage to his pale skin.

He commanded the bot to lay down another strike, and another.

Ben was hissing and howling, absorbing the pain and then pushing back into it.

“Is that what you need, Ben? Do you need me to remind you who’s in charge?”

Ben sucked in a breath as the next strike hit. “Me. I can…. Oooohhhhhh! I can take care of myself.”

“Wrong.” Max increased the force of the strikes, letting them fall faster and harder. “I take care of you. You’re mine.”

Ben shook his head harder. Was he truly fighting, or just pushing his boundaries to see how far he could push? Maybe a bit of both.

“Spread your legs,” Max commanded.

Ben, of course, pressed them closer together, earning himself two new pincer claws around his ankles to draw them apart.

Max had sooooo many toys to play with now. Butt plugs and dildos, large and small, rigid or flexible, with vibrators or fantasy shapes or whirling ridges. None of them seemed personal enough, though.

These bots, right now, were Max’s tools. His toys. The reminder that Ben was about to get fucked by a machine.

So he chose one of the robot arms that was stripped down, just an extendable range of straight bars and flexible hinges with a short, open tube at the end meant to connect with another piece of technology.

He used the hand-like extension to coat it with lube, which ended with both of them being covered and slick. Well, maybe he would just use both, then.

He started with the narrow tube, running it through the valley of Ben’s ass.

Ben moaned and pushed back into it. “What is that?” he asked, sounding dazed.

“Does it matter?” Max added the hand, watching both extensions glide between Ben’s reddened ass cheeks. Ben had to be able to feel the uneven shape of the knuckle hinges, the slight bulges where technology could connect. “It’s going inside you no matter what,” Max threatened.

Ben groaned, resting his head on the bot in front of him.

Max resumed the program that would caress Ben’s back with a single command, hoping he could overwhelm Ben with pleasure.

Then he turned his attention to his new goal. He added a camera, hovering low where he could get a good view of Ben’s tight, pink pucker as he used more extensions to hold him open.

Ben’s hole was glistening and gorgeous, but it seemed impossible that even the smallest of the toys on the shelf could fit inside.

But Max’s Dom knowledge, those memories-that-weren’t-memories, told him that it was more than possible, and that he could have Ben crying out in pleasure.

He pressed in with one of the human-like fingers, amazed to watch as the tight, pink muscle expanded to let him in. Ben’s body was incredible.

Ben squirmed and pushed back, allowing the finger to slip in up to the second knuckle. Max withdrew and pressed in again, enchanted.

Ben was humming and whimpering now.

Max switched over to the multi-use arm, starting with the narrow tube and then the bulge of the first joint. Everything was waterproof and smoothly covered, but he hoped Ben could feel the contrast between the smooth metal and the softer polymers covering the hinges.