Free A.I.S.A.: An Erotic Sci-Fi Romance by D. R. Rosier

let my partner know, it will take time
for him to draw up the initial suit, so be patient for a week or so before we
contact you.  You’ll have the opportunity to back out one more time before
we submit the paperwork.”

Chapter
8
    I held Aisa close when we got back home, we cuddled on the
couch, she really looked miserable, and suddenly murder was looking like a
viable option.  Except of course, I’d be in jail and never see Aisa again,
and she’d probably wind up in a lab somewhere, so maybe not.
    “You may want to contact your father, see what he thinks
before we give the final go ahead.”
    She looked up curiously, “Why?”
    I frowned, “Most likely your background will come out in all
of this, and whatever the courts decide will apply to your brothers and sisters
as well.  It will mean a lot more than simply fixing our life, it will
mean they’ll get birth certificates and freedom to decide as well.
    “But it also means it’s a bigger risk, if people become
violent...”
    She shook her head, “Do you really think that will happen?”
    I shrugged, “I’d like to think not, that humans in this day
and age are too civilized, but the veneer of civilization will be wiped away if
people are afraid, and others filled with hate drive those scared people into a
frenzy with rhetoric and baiting words.  I honestly don’t know what will
happen.  It’s possible your father may offer to buy you back to avoid the
storm, or he may urge you to fight, for all your kind.  I don’t know, but
either way it affects him.”
    She frowned, “You would sell me back to him?”
    I reassured her, “Only if you agreed with the plan, and only
until after I got my divorce, then I could use the credits he gave me, or the
half I had left, and buy you back… assuming you wanted to come back.”
    She nodded, “That sounds safest, I don’t know if he would do
that though.”
    “Either way, let him know what’s going on.  Do you
think it’s worth the risk?  Then your money would really be your money,
and you could stay with me only because you truly wanted to.  You’d also
get a citizen’s pay, and have the right to vote, to drive, to own things of
your own.  You’d be free.  I’d rather not risk it, but I’m selfish
that way, I don’t want to risk you.  But… how do you feel about it? 
I’ll support you either way.”
    She squirmed in my lap until she was sitting away from
me.  She stood, then crawled back onto me, this time straddling my legs,
she smiled and kissed me hard.
    “Thanks, I’ll have to think about it I think, I’ll send a
message like you said, see what he says before I decide.”
    She kissed me again and ground herself down on me, she
wasn’t usually so aggressive, but I was sure that I liked it, as I softly
caressed her waist and down over her hips with my hands, and then around to her
supple ass to squeeze her firmly.  She moaned softly and started to kiss
me more passionately and ground her center down against my hardened manhood
through our clothes.
    I moaned into her mouth, and felt her pulling at my shirt,
and then it was over my head, and her hands roamed my chest and abs as she
started to rock against me.
    She got up and started to strip slowly and sensuously, while
looking at me through her eyelashes with smoldering desire.  I unbuttoned
my pants and pushed them down, without taking my eyes off her.  She was
stripping, moving, and posing provocatively, and the look of lust in her eyes
had me as hard as a rock.  She finished stripping down and then sauntered
over and straddled me again.
    She was already moist, the proof of it pinning my cock
against my stomach, as she stared into my eyes and started to glide up and down
it with her warm silken heat.
    She asked sultrily, “Do you want me love, do you want to
stick that hard cock in me?”
    I tried to say yes, but the feel of her moving against me
had me moaning incoherently.
    She smiled knowingly and reached down and grabbed my