satisfaction warred with each other as they rushed over my body. I was flooded with lust, not wanting either one of them to stop.
Nicolas and Tomas paid very close attention to detail. My pussy tingled and was soaked and throbbing when Tomas moved his mouth away and began planting moist kisses on my inner thighs. Nicolas moved from one breast to the other. They took their time, loving me with their mouths, until I turned into one open and very raw nerve ending. I shivered, although I was anything but cold. And as they kissed and licked, feasting on me like two starving men, the pressure built inside me until I couldn’t take it any longer.
My legs gave out and I crumbled over Tomas. “Oh, my God!” I cried out, no longer caring that I had no social graces when it came to group sex. Embarrassment was the last thing I felt. “I just came!”
“I know you did.” Nicolas sounded very satisfied.
“And you’re going to come again, very soon.” Tomas grabbed me, breaking my fall, and lifted me into his arms.
I felt the hard throb of his dick poking my ass as he carried me to the very large bed in the middle of the room. “What are you going to do to me now?” I asked.
“Absolutely everything,” Tomas promised.
Nicolas was right behind me, chuckling.
Every inch of my body tingled, and my pussy started swelling all over again, anxious to learn what absolutely everything might be. I was ready to come again. And I couldn’t wait to find out what they would do next.
4
Malachi
“N o one ever chooses these models,” Rose announced, walking in to the large warehouse with Charles, Phillip, Adrian, and Maggie. It was amazing how such an incredibly beautiful woman could bitch so much yet not develop those nag lines that so many women like her got. “Malachi, what are you going to do about this?”
I didn’t see any reason to glance away from the monitor screens on the wall. “Do about what, Rose?”
“Do about what, Rose,” she mimicked, then walked up and slapped my shoulder. “What are you going to do about these models that no one ever wants? They’re a waste of flesh.”
I did finally look past her at Charles, Phillip, Adrian, and Maggie. “How are you guys doing today?” I could kick Rose’s ass for calling them wastes of flesh in front of their faces. She didn’t get it. I wanted to say they were human, too. And damn it, part of me really believed they were. I was human, and I made them.
“Doing good, boss.” Adrian was the most laid back of the group. His crooked grin was a classic bonus that Rose wouldn’t ever appreciate. “That is, for a waste of flesh.”
When Rose gasped, Adrian winked at me, and I couldn’t help laughing. “None of you are a waste of flesh, no matter what Queen Grouch says.”
“Malachi!” Rose looked horrified. “Don’t speak about me like that in front of them. They must always respect me completely.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t insult them to their faces,” I said coldly. “Why don’t you all go help supervise the Adams?”
“I’m sorry we let you down,” Maggie whispered when she walked by.
I wanted to kick Rose’s ass more than usual. I kept my cool for the companions’ sake, and didn’t let any of them see how pissed Rose made me as the four of them headed over to the other end of the warehouse.
“I swear to God they’ve got more of a heart than you do,” I hissed, glaring at her.
Rose brushed her nicely painted fingernails over her thick black hair. “Don’t be silly, Malachi.” She finally gathered enough intelligence in that pompous brain of hers to lower her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “They’re machines, sweetheart. Sometimes I swear that you forget that.”
“They’re also the reason your income is over six figures annually,” I threw out at her. I shouldn’t have been surprised to see no level of compassion register in her face.
Instead, she smiled softly. “Malachi, dear, don’t get jealous of them.”
“What?” I would never be able to follow Rose’s line of thinking.
Her thin, delicate looking fingers were as cold as the rest of her when she gripped my shoulder and squeezed. “Give yourself credit. I give myself credit. In spite of how successful the companions are, I know that if I hadn’t had the ingenuity to discover your talents and offer you a job, and if you hadn’t been willing to make your home here and continue with your work, we wouldn’t be as filthy rich as we are now.”
She leaned over to kiss my cheek and if she noticed me stiffen, she ignored it. Rose didn’t care about me. Her actions were simply to appease. If anything rang true and consistent about my business partner, it was that she was a cold, heartless bitch, concerned only with the almighty dollar and how many of them she could rub together.
It became clear a long time ago that telling her I didn’t care about the money only made her angry. “Was there something else you needed?” I returned my attention once again to the monitors, which allowed me to watch all of the companions, and make sure nothing ever went wrong.
“There’s always something I want,” she purred, and then scratched my shoulders with her fingernails.
When Rose offered herself to me, she wanted something badly. After ten years on this island, she still hadn’t figured out that there weren’t any sparks between us. I didn’t have a problem admitting that Rose Bontiki was an incredibly gorgeous woman, and on more than one occasion, guests arriving on the island requested her for their companion over one of my creations. Fortunately for our guests, Rose refused to be a companion.
“What would that be?” I asked, and adjusted one of the monitors so that I could see one of the guests in her room.
“Is this how you get your rocks off?” she hissed. “Watching our guests get laid in their rooms? You know if anyone ever caught you doing that…”
“Which they won’t because guests aren’t allowed in this part of the island.” I glanced down at the printout of the guests who’d just arrived this morning. This guest was Natalie Green, from Chicago, a lawyer from one of the larger firms in the Midwest. “And no, this isn’t how I get my rocks off. This is how I make sure that my companions perform properly.” I looked away from the pretty lawyer before her actions did start to affect me. “What do you want, Rose?”
She immediately looked offended. Not that her pouting expression fazed me a bit. I glanced over my shoulder at her but then focused on the rest of the printouts. Then, adjusting the monitors, I focused on each companion who was matched up with our new guests. Occasionally a companion wasn’t compatible with a guest, and I liked finding that out before the companion sensed trouble.
Rose grabbed my shoulder, pinching her long fingernails into my bare flesh while flashing me one of her famous, empty smiles. “I want companions that guests will fight over,” she said coolly.
“Then maybe you should leave me alone so that I can work.” If any guest knew that two people who hated each other’s guts ran paradise, they’d laugh us right out of the
