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“I’ll never really be human,” she said, disappointment overcoming her. She didn’t really know what disappointment felt like, but it was the only word that came from her search engine.
Master pulled her into a warm embrace, then cradled her face with both hands. His lips met hers with the ferocity of passion. She could feel her cheeks becoming hot and red—her clit throbbing in response.
Once she’d been properly kissed, he pulled back and said, “Let me be the judge of that.”
She didn’t know why, but that bolstered her confidence. He was giving her a shot at something that she thought she could never accomplish. A computer always appreciates a good challenge though. Her accuracy and perception made her exceptional.She would always comply with her Master.
“I trust you, Master,” she said.
“Good. Very good, Princess,” he said, with a confident smile curling at the corner of his lips.
Chapter8
Master
Acrylic paint and brushes sat lined up on the tarp. He wanted to see her capacity for creativity. Her eyes scanned the layout, studying each object. He wanted to see if there was any part of her that could pick it up on her own. It was his job to teach her, but something in her eyes told him that she was more. He was certain of it. And if that was so, then he’d do everything in his power to free her from the confines of what it was to be a robot, and help her to find her soul.
“Sit down, Princess,” he said.
“Yes, Master.”
Damn. She was a little too good at following that rule.Princess sat down and crossed her legs, still studying the tools laid before her. He fashioned a palette out of the flap of a cardboard box. After squirting a few dollops of paint on it, he sat down next to her and waited. Her hand touched each paint brush, but she didn’t pick them up.
“These are the tools used for painting. I can mix the colors to make other colors,” she said. He knew he couldn’t trust that answer because he needed to see something tangible from her subconscious, not the reflexes of a program.Would she be able to create it? Would he be able to free her?
“Yes, Princess, but what do you feel? What is your imagination telling you to create?”
Her face twisted into a contemplative expression. Questions gleamed in her eyes, but would her brain chase the answers? This was the true test, and he knew that he couldn’t tamper with the outcome.
“I don’t know, Master,” she replied.
Knowing he’d have to help ease her into it, he slid his hands down her arms slowly, then intertwined his fingers into hers. She took in a deep breath, then a sharp exhale, as if desire rattled her to her bones. Her body melted into his, while he buried his nose in the scent of her hair.
“I don’t want my clothes to get messed up,” she said, turning to look at him.
“Then, ask me nicely if you can take them off,” he replied, in a low sultry tone. She stood up on her knees in response.
“May I take them off, Master?” she asked, as her hands grazed up her thighs, over her round hips, then up to cup her breasts.
His cock grew long and erect at the sight of her touching herself. His hands grazed up her thighs and torso, as he too, sat up and stood on his knees. He slipped her clothes off her, revealing smooth skin and perfect breasts with large pink nipples. Master took her hands, then slipped them against his muscled chest. First, his lab coat fell to the floor, then his pants. Naked before each other, each stood with ragged breath.
“Here,” Master said, taking her hand in his and showing her how to dip the paintbrush in the paint.
“Yellow,” she said.
“Yes, that’s right. Very good,” he replied, helping her to make a streak across the canvas.
Her hands trembled ever so slightly, and he wondered if it was anxiety, or was it just a robot flench? Either way, he’d bolster her self- confidence. Master put his arms around hers, guiding them to the paintbrush and canvas. It wasn’t just the fact that they were both naked. They were synchronized in every intimate moment. Master saw creating art as a window into all the dark corners of one’s mind, and he couldn’t wait to see all that was there.
“There you are, Princess,” he said.
She put the paint brush down, then slid her finger into the paint. With a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, she dipped her fingertip in the blue paint, then trailed it from his clavicle, all the way down to his navel.
When her eyes caught sight of his erection, she let out a squeal, and said, “Oh, my.”
“That’s for you,” he said with an upturned grin.
In the same manner, he dipped his fingertip in the blue paint, then slid it across her skin. She closed her eyes in response, leaning forward in hopeful anticipation. This was the sort of artwork he loved the most.
