This a steamy sci-fi robot romance with adult situations and sexuality. 18+
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“Do you want your blowjob now?” she asked, gazing at him with a seductive stare.
As Amelia knelt beside the bed, Tom extended his hand to her, pulling her toward him.
“Only if you want to, doll,” he said.
Amelia's eyes gave Tom a questioning blink. What did he mean 'want to?' She wasn't sure if it was her place to express desires. She wasn't really human, after all. Amelia laid down next to him, still blinking her large brown eyes. He gave her silky hair a gentle stroke, kissing her forehead.
“I want you to want to, Amelia,” he whispered.
She still didn't really understand. It was her job to service the men of District M, giving in to their every desire.
“But...” she started.
Tom placed his finger to her full lips, holding her close to his chest.
“Why don't we just hold each other like this,” he said.
Amelia was confused, but did as Tom said, simply resting on his chest while he stroked her hair. It was an odd sensation on her skin to simply be held, but something about it was amazingly comforting. She loved the way her skin felt on his, without the implication of sexual gratification.
“Amelia,” he started.
“Yes Tom?”
“What's your favorite color?”
“My favorite color? Gosh, I don't know. I've never really thought about it.”
“Come on, surely you have a favorite color.”
“Chartreuse, a yellow-green which originated from a French liquor.”
“No, don't give me your robot, search engine answer. I want to know what color you like.”
Amelia gave it some serious thought. She didn't want to displease him with another incorrect response. Steven hated it when clients complained. He’d threatened to wipe her memory before, and she hoped he wouldn't follow through. A memory flashed in her mind when one of the other dolls was dancing on stage, wearing a flashy dress with pink sequin. When it caught her eye, Amelia remembered wishing she had a dress like that.
“I love pink when it sparkles!” she said with a smile, sitting up to face Tom. Her eyes grew wide with excitement. “I also love hair ribbons, and sunshine, and flowers, and...”
Tom squeezed her hands. “Go on. It's okay.”
“And...Sometimes, when I know I'm about to close my eyes, I'm worried I'll never wake-up again, or Steven will take away my memories. I just want to stand in the middle of the town and play in the fountains by the skyscrapers.”
Amelia clasped her hands over her mouth, realizing she let out a bit too many words. “Oh dear. I've said too much. Promise you won't tell Steven.”
“Oh, sweet Amelia,” Tom said, running his fingers through her hair. “You just want to be free, don't you?”
Amelia thought for a while. She did just want to be free, but she could never, ever admit that. “No, of course not. I love the dolls and my home.”
“Nobody said you didn't love those things, but everyone deserves to be happy. Even you.”
“Even me? But I'm not...”
“What? Human?”
“Yes...I'm not human. I'm not allowed to think anything other than what my programming tells me to. Right?”
“I don't care what Steven, or anyone else says. You're real to me.”
Her heart was bursting with excitement. Nobody ever validated her like that before, and it felt good to hear it from the lips of someone who cared. Tom got out of bed, pulling his pants up.
“Come on, let's go,” he said.
“Let's go?”
“Yea, let's go.”
“Where are we going?”
“To the fountains by the skyscrapers.”
“Oh Tom! Really?!”
“Really,” he smiled.
Amelia beamed once Tom's car rolled into the city where the tall buildings stretched into the sky. The people bustled about on the busy sidewalks, shopping and carrying on. There were shops with bionic humanoids, busily fixing the window displays. There were children riding on their hoverboards. It was all very exciting to Amelia who rarely got to see much outside of the Bionic Doll building, or a man's bedroom. Tom tossed his keys to a bionic valet as he escorted Amelia to the fountains in between the skyscrapers. Water would come shooting from the ground periodically in different places from a spout in the concrete. Children waited eagerly for the next bit of water to come shooting from the ground. Tom took her by the hand, leading her to the middle of the spouts.
“Are you ready?” he asked her.
“Yes!”
Water came shooting up in between them, showering them with droplets. Amelia squealed, taking Tom's hand and continuing to frolic about as the water shot up randomly from different spouts. Her dress flowed all around as she spun, allowing the water to drench her dark hair. Tom took each of her hands in his, spinning her around on her feet. She wrapped her arms around him, giving him the embrace of gratitude.
“Thank you. This is the best day ever,” she whispered.
Tom held her close, wrapping his hands around her waist. He lowered his hand into the pocket of her dress, placing something thick and heavy inside.
“Take this. It'll get you through at least until you can figure something out. There's a man on the other side of town. His name is Avery King. He can help you.”
“Avery King?” she asked, adjusting the silver bracelet.
“Don't let anyone see your tattoo. They don't need to know you're a bionic. Just go be free.”
“Be free?”
“Go Amelia. Before Steven finds you. Just go,” he pleaded. “I put enough credits in your pocket to last you months.”
Amelia wasn't sure what to say or do. She was so grateful that Tom took her to the fountains, but she wasn't quite expecting him to help her run away. As the water shot-up between them, Tom ran in the other direction.
“Wait! Tom! Please!” she pleaded.
“Avery King!” he said again, disappearing into the crowd.
“Avery King,” Amelia said to herself, grasping the credits in her pocket.
“Do you want your blowjob now?” she asked, gazing at him with a seductive stare.
As Amelia knelt beside the bed, Tom extended his hand to her, pulling her toward him.
“Only if you want to, doll,” he said.
Amelia's eyes gave Tom a questioning blink. What did he mean 'want to?' She wasn't sure if it was her place to express desires. She wasn't really human, after all. Amelia laid down next to him, still blinking her large brown eyes. He gave her silky hair a gentle stroke, kissing her forehead.
“I want you to want to, Amelia,” he whispered.
She still didn't really understand. It was her job to service the men of District M, giving in to their every desire.
“But...” she started.
Tom placed his finger to her full lips, holding her close to his chest.
“Why don't we just hold each other like this,” he said.
Amelia was confused, but did as Tom said, simply resting on his chest while he stroked her hair. It was an odd sensation on her skin to simply be held, but something about it was amazingly comforting. She loved the way her skin felt on his, without the implication of sexual gratification.
“Amelia,” he started.
“Yes Tom?”
“What's your favorite color?”
“My favorite color? Gosh, I don't know. I've never really thought about it.”
“Come on, surely you have a favorite color.”
“Chartreuse, a yellow-green which originated from a French liquor.”
“No, don't give me your robot, search engine answer. I want to know what color you like.”
Amelia gave it some serious thought. She didn't want to displease him with another incorrect response. Steven hated it when clients complained. He’d threatened to wipe her memory before, and she hoped he wouldn't follow through. A memory flashed in her mind when one of the other dolls was dancing on stage, wearing a flashy dress with pink sequin. When it caught her eye, Amelia remembered wishing she had a dress like that.
“I love pink when it sparkles!” she said with a smile, sitting up to face Tom. Her eyes grew wide with excitement. “I also love hair ribbons, and sunshine, and flowers, and...”
Tom squeezed her hands. “Go on. It's okay.”
“And...Sometimes, when I know I'm about to close my eyes, I'm worried I'll never wake-up again, or Steven will take away my memories. I just want to stand in the middle of the town and play in the fountains by the skyscrapers.”
Amelia clasped her hands over her mouth, realizing she let out a bit too many words. “Oh dear. I've said too much. Promise you won't tell Steven.”
“Oh, sweet Amelia,” Tom said, running his fingers through her hair. “You just want to be free, don't you?”
Amelia thought for a while. She did just want to be free, but she could never, ever admit that. “No, of course not. I love the dolls and my home.”
“Nobody said you didn't love those things, but everyone deserves to be happy. Even you.”
“Even me? But I'm not...”
“What? Human?”
“Yes...I'm not human. I'm not allowed to think anything other than what my programming tells me to. Right?”
“I don't care what Steven, or anyone else says. You're real to me.”
Her heart was bursting with excitement. Nobody ever validated her like that before, and it felt good to hear it from the lips of someone who cared. Tom got out of bed, pulling his pants up.
“Come on, let's go,” he said.
“Let's go?”
“Yea, let's go.”
“Where are we going?”
“To the fountains by the skyscrapers.”
“Oh Tom! Really?!”
“Really,” he smiled.
Amelia beamed once Tom's car rolled into the city where the tall buildings stretched into the sky. The people bustled about on the busy sidewalks, shopping and carrying on. There were shops with bionic humanoids, busily fixing the window displays. There were children riding on their hoverboards. It was all very exciting to Amelia who rarely got to see much outside of the Bionic Doll building, or a man's bedroom. Tom tossed his keys to a bionic valet as he escorted Amelia to the fountains in between the skyscrapers. Water would come shooting from the ground periodically in different places from a spout in the concrete. Children waited eagerly for the next bit of water to come shooting from the ground. Tom took her by the hand, leading her to the middle of the spouts.
“Are you ready?” he asked her.
“Yes!”
Water came shooting up in between them, showering them with droplets. Amelia squealed, taking Tom's hand and continuing to frolic about as the water shot up randomly from different spouts. Her dress flowed all around as she spun, allowing the water to drench her dark hair. Tom took each of her hands in his, spinning her around on her feet. She wrapped her arms around him, giving him the embrace of gratitude.
“Thank you. This is the best day ever,” she whispered.
Tom held her close, wrapping his hands around her waist. He lowered his hand into the pocket of her dress, placing something thick and heavy inside.
“Take this. It'll get you through at least until you can figure something out. There's a man on the other side of town. His name is Avery King. He can help you.”
“Avery King?” she asked, adjusting the silver bracelet.
“Don't let anyone see your tattoo. They don't need to know you're a bionic. Just go be free.”
“Be free?”
“Go Amelia. Before Steven finds you. Just go,” he pleaded. “I put enough credits in your pocket to last you months.”
Amelia wasn't sure what to say or do. She was so grateful that Tom took her to the fountains, but she wasn't quite expecting him to help her run away. As the water shot-up between them, Tom ran in the other direction.
“Wait! Tom! Please!” she pleaded.
“Avery King!” he said again, disappearing into the crowd.
“Avery King,” Amelia said to herself, grasping the credits in her pocket.
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A steamy fantasy with a psychological twist
Stark was a mediocre psychiatrist. Blane was a young man struggling with mental illness. An eerie feeling comes over Stark when he meets Blane for the first time, realizing he's met his match. Blane seems to know more about Stark than he should. When Blane's mother Izzy tries to intervene, Stark cannot explain why he's so taken with her beauty rather than paying attention to the red flags. Taken down the dark road of insanity, Stark finds himself trapped in a dream world of his patient's making. As Stark tries to navigate through Sedania, he desperately hopes to fit all the puzzle pieces together in order to treat Blane's mental illness, but Blane has a different agenda all together. Will Blane's world pull Stark into the abyss of no return? Will Stark be able to fight his lust for Izzy long enough to escape? Anything can happen on the islands of Sedania.
This is a prequel to The Islands of Sedania series. It can be read as a stand alone book, after reading the series, or before reading the series. You might like this book if you enjoy sci-fi, fantasy, paranormal romance, or psychological thrillers as it has aspects of all these genres. People who like this book also like steamy romance novels where the villain is sexy, yet evil. Please be advised this books is for mature audiences. 18+ is advised.
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