His hand comes down with a sharp Crack! Electra jumps. Heat radiates from the spot his hand vacated. “Oh my God,” she cries. She never played out her kinks with anyone, and she isn’t sure what she expected. Is this weird? It never seemed weird in the scenes she wrote.

Nervously, she glances over her shoulder.

Res6’s eyes are glued to the globe of her right ass cheek, the one he just smacked. “More?”

The desire in his expression is so potent she says, “Yes,” without even thinking.

Crack.

“Ahh!” she gasps. Her ass stings. He grips it, his splayed fingers massaging roughly.

Crack.

“Zorg, you turn the prettiest shade of red.” His breath catches. “Wait, is this where you got the idea for a red-skinned alien warrior?”

Her cheeks heat. Well, and other places she wishes his massaging fingers would travel.

“No, and I’ve never actually been spanked before . . .”

Their eyes connect, and his narrow. “You were never good enough to earn a spanking?”

Good enough? Electra giggles, which earns her another smack. “Spankings are for when you’re bad. Defiant. You know.”

Res6 hums, trailing his fingers down the length of her spine. “When Vorack rescued Lady Ella after she escaped the Zordothian tribe, he was so pleased he gave her a good spanking.”

“Vorack thought Ella ran from him, and she refused to apologize—Ahhh!” She sucks in a few quick breaths, core clenching from the sting.

“Fine. We can play your way. You were also very bad so I will brand your ass so every time you sit down, you’ll remember what you did.”

“Wait, what did I do?”

“To start, you’ve violated the Respectful and Considerate Conduct course guidelines at least a dozen times.”

“I have not—”

“Defiant, I see.” Smack!

“Res6!” she cries. Her opposite ass cheek freshly prickles as a fresh wave of arousal floods her.

“No more backtalk.” Res6 clears his throat and his voice lowers as he says, “You are mine now and it is time to begin the sacred sex ritual to solidify our bond.”

Is he serious? She pushes up, turning to look at him, blinking. He’s wearing a very devious smirk as he moves to stand behind her. His large palm presses her chest back into the countertop, and he runs his hand up until he’s gripping the hair at the base of her skull. Through his trousers, his ridged cock brushes against the sensitive skin of her ass.

“The hero goes preternaturally still,” he continues in character. “Is that delicious sweetness her scent? Could his human female be aroused?” His other hand roughly grips the back of her thigh, and he kicks her legs wider. “Are you wet for me, Electra? If you’re not, we can continue our little spanking experiment. Violating the RCCC guidelines is a serious offense.”

His hand grazes up her inner thigh until his fingers are so close. She wiggles, trying to make contact, but it’s useless. A whine escapes her throat, and he nips her earlobe.

“The hero’s fingers trail precariously close to her entrance, but he isn’t giving her what she desperately wants. Not caressing her where she needs it most. She beseeches him to touch her,” he narrates.

God, he’s everywhere—at her throat, in her hair, over her body, between her legs. She needs him inside her. “Res6, please! This isn’t funny.”

He licks up the side of her neck, swirling his fingertips everywhere but at her entrance while grinding himself against her. Res6 slips boldly into his best Vorack voice. “If only she would beg him—” His breath catches as his finger passes through the trail of moisture sliding down her inner thigh. His forehead meets her temple, and he follows her slickness until his fingers dance across her clit. He presses into her pussy, making an embarrassing squelching sound. “Electra, you like this.”

She whimpers, admitting, “Yes. Do you?”

He pumps his fingers into her, causing her face to flame at the erotic sounds. “How could I not when this is what it does to your needy little cunt?”

“Please, no!” she cries as he briskly removes his hand.

He leans over her and from the corner of her eye, she sees him slip his fingers into his mouth. “Mmm . . . I taste sex and candy. I’m looking forward to cavities.”

Cavities? That’s right. She taught him that word. He’s really getting out of hand. Shimmying her hips, she whines, “Res6, please! Quit playing and fuck me.”

He holds her firmly, and she feels him tug at something—the front of his trousers. Then his swollen head is nudging at her entrance.

“Is this what you wanted?” 

“Yes.”

“You want to be spanked because you’re bad, but you’re so good, Electra. And my handprint looks so pretty on your ass, I think I’ll have it tattooed there so I have a target for next time.”

Next time? Intriguing.

Gripping her burning ass cheeks, he thrusts so he’s fully seated inside her. She clenches around him. “You’re so tight.”

She feels so full, so perfect. “Move, Res6. Please move.”

He does. He moves until she sees stars.

As she comes out of her orgasm-haze, she notices he’s chuckling. “I thought you said no laughing during sex?!”

“I just thought . . .” he says, reaching his hand between her and the counter until his fingers find her clit. She shifts her hips, searching for friction. He grunts, leaning over her to nip at her earlobe. “I thought to myself, Thank Zorg you got hit by that trolley because now you’re here with me and I’m the one that gets to make you cum.”

Did she hear him correctly? THANK ZORG!? “You’re seriously thanking Zorg I got hit by a trolly and died, Res6?!”

A deep chuckle rumbles through him. “Mine,” he growls.

After several more mind-blowing orgasms, Res6 gently guides her up off the counter. She watches amazed as he collects a warm towel from the bathroom and cleans her up, caressing and reverently kissing every inch of her sensitive, exposed skin before he slips her leggings back up, giving her sore bottom a squeeze. 

You okay?

I’m amazing. Electra bunches the fabric of his jumpsuit between her fingers. She tugs him closer, and their lips crash like two particle beams in a budget basement lab—blinding, hazardous, and likely to result in a mutation.

When she finally pulls away, his breath catches.

Curious about what has piqued his curiosity this time, she asks, “What?”

“Remember when I suggested the erotic simulations?”

“Yeah, but I assumed people took their manupartners into those all the time and . . .” Her nose wrinkles. “. . . you know.”

“Fuck? Yes, obviously. But I’m thinking we start a new company, like I suggested, that combines your more interesting scenes and two or more lovers.”

“You mean like a sex club?” she asks.

“Not exactly. More like a simulation center, but with a catalogue of narratives the players can choose from. So instead of just going on a wild west chase, there is more of a story to it. For example, what if I was the bandit from our adventure—your sworn enemy—and I chased you down after you escaped from my prison because I’d secretly fallen in love with you?” He waggles his eyebrows. “Or what if instead of the siren from the play luring the man out to sea to drown him, you were the siren who lured me away from safety to suck the sweet nectar from my engorged member?”

She lets out a half-chuckle, half-groan. “You’ve been reading way too many romance novels.”

 “We can make it human only and call it Stimulation?” His brow lifts as if he knows he’s said something that intrigues her. “Get it?”

She must be high from the sex endorphins because it isn’t a terrible idea. Kind of like those gamebooks where the reader made choices that affected the story, which were popular during her time. “We’ll see. We still have my first meet and greet to get through.”

“You’ll be perfect. Everyone already loves you. Including your own personal—how was it you described me? Oh, yes—Adonis. Michelangelo’s David. Sex god!” He gives her a painfully attractive smirk, like he knows exactly how good-looking he is.

At least they can now laugh about him having read her journals. It hadn’t exactly been done with ill intent, and he knows better now—all is forgiven.

He loops his arms around her as he guides her down the hallways of CHOICElover. In character, he says, “The satisfied hero is pleased with his bounty.”

She rolls her eyes, fighting a grin. “I’ve created a monster!” The irony that she writes alien romance is not lost on her.

I hope you enjoyed this bonus scene from CHOICElover. If you want to find out what happens next in the Love, Manufactured world, preorders are open for Volume 3.0: ManuMate.