Master B-1901 (Garden of the Gods #14)

Master B-1901

H ad I wanted a shell? A robot with no feeling or emotion?

As I stared up into the eyes of my new blank slate, I couldn’t understand how she seemed so real. So…human? She was programed to obey. To be what I needed. I knew that, but I hadn’t expected her to be so damn good at it. If I didn’t know better, I was fucking a woman who wanted me as much as I wanted her. Thing was, it wasn’t like that at all. I was fucking a brainwashed body, and I had to remember that as I kept going back in to kiss her. She wasn’t real. She wasn’t even really alive at all.

I grabbed my slave’s shoulder, keeping an arm at her lower back as I leaned her away from me. My mouth latched to her breast, and I sucked to her nipple. The whimper that left her was followed by her body jolting below me. Her pussy clutched to my cock and spasms had her eyes widening.

“ Master? ”

Innocent.

Once upon a time, my slave had been a good girl. One who’d only been fucked once. I didn’t need her history to see that. It was obvious even though she wasn’t a person anymore. The Garden’s couldn’t replace what her mind hadn’t experienced. Being programmed was one thing, but the truth was still there. Both weaved, adding to the false authenticity. A fake truth. A beautiful lie.

“Shh.” A small laugh left me at how good her training was. I could almost believe the fear that had momentarily sparked in those light blue eyes. “Felt good, didn’t it? It’s just another thing you’re going to obsess over. I want you to come on my cock every time we fuck. I want you to scream from how good it feels.”

“I want my Master to feel good too.”

“Already there, but I think you know that. I’m going to fill you up so good with my cum.” The admission had me half moaning, half forcing the words through gritted teeth. “Spread your legs around me wider and ground your pussy against me. Take me deep.”

Real. Just. She seemed so damn alive. She was strong. She was trained. She was a goddess. But she was blank, and that meant she didn’t exist.

My slave obeyed. I fitted her arms around my neck and wrapped around her tightly as I moved her against me. Arms clung as I repeatedly gave her every inch.

“I’m going to hurt you now, slave. This you will take. Do you understand?”

Her head tilted back, and she met my eyes.

“As you wish, Master.”

I spun her back to the cushions of the sofa, keeping my cock in as I locked my hand around her throat. My slave’s eyes were heavy-lidded, but very much aware of my every move as I added pressure to her neck and drew back, slapping her cheek. The crack was loud, but nowhere near debilitating. Feeling the contact and force, my brain sputtered, but I couldn’t stop. I…needed this. I needed…

“Fuck.” I increased the thrusts, slapping her again. This time it was harder. The power had her face turning, and I kept my touch against her, rubbing over the reddening flesh as I brought her back to me. When I dipped my finger in her mouth, suction drew me in for the smallest moment.

“Does my Master like that?”

I moaned at her husky, breathless tone.

“Fuck yes.”

Crack!

My cock thickened as blood began to seep from the split on her lip. I didn’t hesitate to swoop down and collect her essence. Just tasting the metallic tang was enough to have my own moan leaving me. Sweat was increasing as I tested the pressure of my fingers against her neck. A deep, vibrating moan came from my slave, and she turned, opening her mouth as I eased it past her busted lips again. At the swirl of her tongue, every muscle in my body tightened. I opened my mouth, gasping. Cum shot from me with such force, my vision wavered. Flashes I couldn’t make out had me blinking hard as I kept jolting through the release. I knew I was beginning to talk but my mind glitched between here and…somewhere. It was dark. Then, light. My body jerked through what felt like hot zaps.

“Not tonight,” I whispered. “Not yet.”

“Master?”

My head shook, and I threw myself back. I was panting, wiping my hand down my face.

“Master?” My slave eased to stand. “Are you alright? Can I help you? Do you need assistance?”

My hand shot up. It was a warning for her to keep her distance, and she seemed to do that as I stayed put.

“I think I’m okay, but I can’t prolong this. I’m going to give you a word, slave. One you’re not to forget. If you ever feel I’m not myself, say Braddock. That’s my name. If I get angry at hearing it and attack you, you’re to fight to live. Do you understand? I will kill you, and I’m not ready for you to die yet.”

“Braddock.”

“Yes. But it’s more than that. That name for me is no different than a trigger to a gun. There may be times I attack you without warning. I will be out for blood. If you say my name, and I get angrier, you’re to protect yourself. You should be able to tell when I’m not myself.”

“Because you’ll want to hurt me.”

It wasn’t a question. I licked my lips, closing my eyes as I brought down the speed of my breaths.

“Kill you. I’m going to try to kill you. It’s going to happen at some point, and there’s nothing either of us can do about it. We have to wait it out. We?—”

I pressed my palm to the middle of my forehead as the blinding light returned. I twitched, groaning as I opened my eyes enough to see the direction of my room. I kept peeking, making it to my bed. The minutes drug out as I blinked the light away. It wasn’t but a minute or two that the smallest sound had me turning my head. My slave was sitting just inside my room, leaning against the wall, watching. Waiting.

“This is not how I wanted my night to go.”

Silence.

My slave stayed still and quiet, letting me vent as I tried to gauge what the hell was happening. Why it was happening. There was so much I couldn’t put my finger on. Events in my life that seemed like a big blur.

Was she analyzing me? Judging me? No, I didn’t have to worry about that with ninety-one. She wasn’t like the other slaves. She was waiting on an order. That was all. I didn’t have to get mad. I didn’t need to react.

Temper . Mine was unstable as I tried to calm the fluctuations of my racing mind. I was defensive, and I couldn’t deny a part of me wanted to be angry or unsure of my slave. But that’s how it got me. That’s how he got me enough to take over. To kill them.

“Master, the woman here before, she was a doctor. You have an appointment with her. Would you like me to call for you?”

“No. This is normal. This isn’t what I’d consider an episode. You’ll learn the difference.”

“Thank you for briefing me on your condition. After a few days, I will be better.”

If she was alive in a few days. Although this was normal, I couldn’t deny how these ocular episodes were happening more frequently.

“You’ll understand it all soon enough. Shower time, slave, then, you’ll eat. These are your orders for tonight. Tomorrow we will go over an actual schedule. You’re not just going to be for my pleasure. You have quite the resume. We’re going to see just how good you are at these skills.”

My slave nodded, standing.

“What would my Master like me to wear?”

“You have clothes in the closet. Just find something.”

I lifted my arm, putting it over my eyes to block out the light. My head was starting to hurt, and I didn’t want to talk. Luckily, I didn’t have to as footsteps sounded against the wood.

Blank slate. Damn, they were so much easier. No questions. No nagging. Orders. This route was definitely the way to go in terms of slaves. At least for me.

Shuffling sounded and it wasn’t long before the shower started. The sound went in and out as I dozed, watching as color bled in with darkness. Images appeared. A life. A dark outfit became apparent, but not one I recognized. I wore it. It was mine. Heat enflamed my body as I felt like I was dredging through slush to see more. Yelling sounded, but I couldn’t make out the threats. Or were they pleas?

“Master? Master?”

My lids flew open, taking in dark hair and light blue eyes. It took me a minute to place her as I forced myself to sit.

“What is it, ninety-one?”

“You never told me where to sleep.”

I blinked through her words, confused.

“With me, of course.”

There was the slightest hesitation before she nodded. The headache was nearly nonexistent as I pushed from the bed. My slave was walking around to the other side as I headed for the closet. “I’m going to rinse off.” I slowed, stopping at the door as I replayed her expression. Unease? Dislike? It wasn’t positive. “You don’t want to sleep with me.”

I turned, watching her pause in lowering to the mattress.

“I’m sorry, Master?”

“I saw it on your face. You don’t want to sleep in my bed. You can think. I mean…there’s something up there aside from what you’ve learned.”

“I’m not sure I understand. I’m grateful to sleep in your bed.”

My head slowly went back and forth. Was I imagining it? I thought I caught something before, hadn’t I?

“If I made you choose between sleeping on the sofa or in my bed, which would you choose?”

She lowered, pulling the blankets up. “Right here.”

I could have argued. Maybe I wanted to after the dreams that never made sense. I didn’t. I headed for the drawer to my dresser, grabbing out clothes. When I entered back into the room, my slave was already on her side, hugging to the pillow with her eyes closed. She didn’t open them as I walked into the bathroom, and I didn’t give her mindset another thought.

She wasn’t a threat to me. She wasn’t a trigger I needed to be worried about. Ninety-one was blank. Maybe so was I .