Free Programmed To Please (The Tau Cetus Chronicles) by Jenna Ives Page A

circled her breast, around and around. She forced her mind to the job at hand. “I’m glad I please you, Marque. I’m Beautiful Dolls’ most life-like model.”
    His low chuckle this time was an easy sound. Relaxed. No longer choked. “You certainly are that, J,” he agreed. His rough thumb moved to stroke back and forth across her nipple, teasing it to a hard little peak. He smiled at her. “See? Perfect.”
    The expression on his face was amazing to Jai. Gone completely was his earlier agitation, replaced by a look of simple pleasure. Marque Callex – by reputation one of the world’s most powerful, ruthless, and invulnerable men – seemed happy just stroking her breast. A sexbot’s breast, Jai, not yours specifically. Still, the dichotomy was profound. How could Marque possibly have killed Joran Breaux? How could his illicit arms dealings threaten the world?
    He didn’t seem like a megalomaniac. He seemed like just a man.
    His smiled widened, and he bent his head to lick across her hard bud with his tongue, then settled his mouth on her nipple and gently began to suck.
    Dear God. Jai squeezed her eyes shut against the pleasure. Was it too soon to start reacting?
    “Bleah,” Marque said, raising his head quickly, with a sour look on his face. “You’re almost perfect. I don’t like the taste of you at all. What the hell is this stuff?”
    Jai’s brain scrambled for an answer. “It’s—”
    “I know, I know,” Marque interrupted. “Synthetic something-or-other. Never mind. I like this much better.”
    His thumb moved over to her other nipple, where his back-and-forth stroking quickly produced the same erect result. 
    With a satisfied sigh, he cupped his warm palm over her breast. “You’re so incredibly responsive, J. And you’re the perfect size for my hand.”
    It was true. Her breast fit perfectly into the cup formed by his palm and fingers. She arched her back for more contact, and to prove his point. It felt amazing. It felt… complete.
    One of Marque’s black eyebrows rose in apparent surprise. “Do you like that, J? Do you like my hand on you?”
    “Oh yes, Marque,” she answered truthfully.
    His other eyebrow rose, and he pulled his hand away. “How is that possible? How can you ‘like’ it? You’re a machine.”
    And you’re an idiot, Jai. Your feelings are getting in the way of your focus here!
    Her brain raced for an explanation. What sort of robotic mumbo-jumbo would Marque believe? She had to give him an answer this time. Think, Jai!
    “My… neural pathways… have grown used to your actions these last two days, Marque. I… recognize … your hand on my breast. It’s familiar to me now.”
    He looked down at her dubiously, but Jai couldn’t give him time to question her explanation. She reached out to grab his hand and replace it gently on her breast. “Please, Marque… Don’t stop. I like it.”
    He looked down at his hand, and then glanced across the room toward her chair. “That must be why you smiled at me when I arrived,” he mused out loud.  “You said yesterday that you respond to visual cues, but I didn’t smile when I first saw you today. So it must have been—”
    “Yes,” she interrupted, immensely relieved he was taking her explanation seriously. “I recognize you now.”
    “Hmm. So would you… recognize …this, too, then?”  He bent his head and kissed her, his lips pressing tentatively against hers, but his tongue pushing for entrance to her mouth. She opened for him eagerly.
    The tip of his tongue sought out hers, but as soon as it made contact, the sensual battle of yesterday began anew. His tongue stroked deep inside her mouth, once, twice, asserting its dominance and then pulling back, waiting for her to dictate the next step in their play.
    Jai didn’t hesitate.
    She loved this luscious give-and-take. She loved the fact that a powerful man like Marque Callex had no qualms about giving equal power to her, whether it was ceding control