CHAPTER TWENTY

I stayed limp in bed. My mood was completely ruined by David's blatant rejection, but I was still aroused and unfulfilled. I had really thought that I had him that time, but I shouldn't have underestimated him. He was still a synthetic, after all. He had the self-control of a saint, which was extremely ironic considering what he had done.

"Walter, get over here," I barked at the other synthetic with the portable communicator.

He arrived shortly after and stared at my naked body. I could see by the way he swallowed that he was more than pleased at the sight.

I smiled at him. "Walter, come here," I breathed, reaching a hand out to him.

He crossed the room in three large strides and gently held my hand in his. "What may I assist you with?"

"I think you know what I want." I placed his hand on my breast and his fingers twitched around the mound.

"I can't…" he groaned. "Nothing would satisfy me more than pleasing you, but I cannot help you with that, not without his permission."

A chuckle came from the communicator.

"You can't be serious…" I was ready to scream. Did I really have absolutely no control over anything anymore?

Instead, I kicked Walter out of the room and decided to take a long, cold shower. The water pelting down on my skin helped distract me from the ache between my legs. I had become far too used to our daily activities. My body was craving its sporadic doses throughout the day. It had been an absolute nightmare trying to keep myself in check all day.

When I was done, I shut off the tap with a sigh and wrapped myself with a towel.

"Hey."

I looked up to se Jared staring back at me.

It wasn't uncommon for the crew to see each other naked. Most facilities were public, but usually, we were a little more respectful with each other's space. We didn't approach, until both parties were decent. It seemed that Jared hadn't gotten that memo.

"Hi." I shot him a look, quickly grabbing my clothes from the bench.

I clutched them close to my chest as I waited for him to get into one of the shower stalls, but he remained standing there, staring as if I was some animal in a pet store. "May I help you with something?" I asked with gritted teeth.

"I, uh… I didn't mean to stare, Cassandra. Do you mind if I called you that? I got it from Dani," he replied.

If he didn't mean to stare, then why was he still doing it? "That's fine," I told him, shuffling my feet. "Can I – "

"You're gorgeous," he blurted out. "I know we've only just met, but from my understanding, you're unattached and… so am I. I'm being a bit forward, right now, but can I kiss you?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Look Jared. You've only just woken up, so I'm going to dismiss your questions and pretend that I never heard it. Now, may I have some privacy? I find this situation highly inappropriate."

His dumbfounded look turned into dejection as he sheepishly rotated and finally went into one of the shower stalls. I felt a little bad for being so harsh, but I didn't want him to get the wrong impression and he was being far too pushy.

Finally alone and clothed, I hurried out of the bathroom.

Between what had just happened and David being an insufferable bastard, it took all of my self control not to blow up on a young woman who had stopped me to ask for the directions to the kitchen.

With a finger, I pointed her to the correct corridor and hurried along before anyone else could intercept me.

I was in an incredibly bad mood by the time I made it to my bedroom. I looked at the communicator that I had left behind and was tempted to fling it against the wall, but we had limited resources here. It would do us no good to lose something so useful. Instead, I glared at it, until it crackled to life.

"Cassandra, are you there?" his low voice came through smoothly.

I decided not to reply. He didn't deserve it.

"I know you can hear me. I was watching the cameras, while you were in the showers. I saw him speaking with you. I hope he didn't have any notions that you were available in any way."

As he went on, I slipped into bed, listening to him go on. "I also saw you go into your room. May I assume that you're in bed? You're naked." Of course, he knew. I had gotten used to sleeping nude with him always here with me. It wasn't going to change just because he wasn't in the room, now.

"You're wet and wanting," he growled. "Your body is begging for me."

I clenched my eyes shut, imagining him on top of me. His large hands were all over me, lingering on the sensitive spots that would make me cry out. His mouth descended on mien before trailing down, brushing a hard nipple, but kept going down. Lower and lower…

"Do you feel my lips on you?"

I placed my pillow over my face, muffling the soft moan that escaped my lips.

"Do you, Cassandra?" His tone was firm, commanding.

I lifted the communicator to my lips. "Yes, David. Yes, I can…"

"Good girl. Touch yourself for me."

I did as he asked, allowing him to guide my hands as his words brought me over the edge. My back lifted off the mattress as I sobbed out his name. "Mm… David," I sighed, contently.

"Sleep well, tonight, Cassandra," he whispered. "If I find you requesting his assistance again, I will make sure that he will no longer be in commission."

With David's rules firmly set in place, I made sure not to get Walter into any trouble. It was not his fault that the older synthetic was a possessive bastard.

…

He was in the med bay with the doors sealed. He was so close, but for some reason, the seed wasn't taking root. He hated to admit that he was actually starting to grow frustrated that this may never work. He had tried many versions of the sperm, but none of them resulted in anything.

Taking out one of the cryogenically frozen jars, he peered into it. This was his latest batch of sperm and they hadn't worked, either.

He didn't want to resort to using pre-done embryos and modifying its DNA. He had wanted to see her stomach swell with his child, not watch it grow in a glass container.

An image of Cassandra naked and ready for him popped up and he gritted his teeth, irritation filling him. He was a perfect synthetic. This was not supposed to happen, but pushing her away did nothing for him. She merely tried harder to entice him and it effectively made everything worse.

For most of their recent sexual encounters, he had already temporarily turned off the new pleasure sensors that he had implemented in his initial modifications. The more he indulged, the less he had control over himself and that was definitely an unforeseen glitch. He did not lose control.

He did a quick check to the cameras he had hacked into, tampering with any unwanted footage and froze and he noticed something unpleasant. What was that man doing with his doll? Didn't he know better? Didn't she? Did he have to punish her for this deviancy?

He continued to watch, until he sulked off after she said something to him. Good…

Knowing that Jared Finley wasn't going to bother her anymore, he went back to his work.

…

Thankfully for me, the next few days, I was fully occupied with helping the colonists set up the shelters outside.

Soil analyses had already showed that the dirt was safe to be used for crops. It was similar to Earth, but the nutrients differed. The day and night cycles were also different. The seeds that we brought were going to have to take some time to adjust and evolve.

Seeing everyone knowing their roles exactly was a brilliant sight. Teamwork had been heavily instilled in them. They worked as if they had been doing this all their lives.

When I asked Daniels about this, she smiled at me and told me that while they were in hyper sleep, they were continuously being trained. Their minds were active the entire time, creating the new neuron synapses in their brains.

Was that another one of father's projects? Had he been treating these people like synthetics – programming their minds, until only their sense of duty was left?

I looked away, wondering what else father had done that was fully against the law had anyone else questioned him.

"You know… Jared asked me about you." Daniels gave me a knowing glance. "He's a pretty good looking man. We have some embryos in storage, but it'd be nice to have some babies conceived normally."

I crinkled my nose. "Yes, he did approach me… In the shower. It was tactless and needless to say, I am notinterested."

She gaped. "Are you serious? I can't believe he did that! Tough luck for him, I guess? He should've known better."

I turned back to the progress below the ship, keeping an eye out for the creatures that had left Daniels frightened. None came. Perhaps they could sense that we had safety in numbers and decided to stay away.

"I hope this works out," she whispered. "I don't want this to all be for not. We've both lost so much for these missions…"

I silently agreed.

It took us many weeks to get everything set up, but once it was, we were living comfortably outside the ship. The food supply was running low, but the first glimpse of the crops had us hopeful.

"How much longer?" I asked.

Walter crouched down and rubbed a vibrant green leaf between his fingers. "Not much longer. Perhaps two weeks and we will be able to pull these from the ground."

I sighed. "We should've kept them in hyper sleep. We're almost out of food."

Daniels had been adamant that we were ready to expand and pulled the captain card on me.

David had quietly reassured me that everything would be fine, but I knew that his definition of fine was often unconventional.

Even with Walter's word, I wasn't sure if I could believe it. Clearly, David had done something to the other synthetic, much more than that have the poor thing call him master. In fact, it seemed as if David had him completely wrapped around his fingers.

Neither of them would tell me anything, but I could tell that they were both scheming. IT was difficult enough with one of them around. With two, they were really threatening my sanity.

Not long after, I abandoned my post at the top of the ship and went down to my own little tent. Since I was someone unexpected, they didn't have a shelter ready for me. That was fine. With both David and Walter's help, we were able to eventually get rid of the cloth covering and built something made of stone. It brought several jealous exclamations my way.

I had a nice home that could ward away the weather and the privacy of not having to share the space. Since I Was near the outskirts, Daniel was finally about to sneak in without being detected.

"Have you been a good girl," he asked, slowly unbuttoning his uniform and draped it neatly on the wooden chair. His pants followed.

I smiled coyly at him. "Haven't I, David? You've kept me hanging for so long." With only myself as my company.

He chuckled. "I know you've been bringing yourself pleasure." Of course, he was always watching.

Gripping my chin, he said, "A good girl would wait for her maker, patiently, to give her what she desires."

I bit my lips. "I'm sorry, master. Perhaps I need to be punished."

A smirk stretched across his face. His eyes darkened and I suddenly wondered what I had just gotten myself into as he stroked my face, gently. His lips crashed into mine, biting, and sucking before I was flung on to the bed, carelessly dumped.

He stalked over to me, as a predator would to a prey. I felt my instincts scream for me to get away, but I was also aroused and thrumming with anticipation.

His name fell out of my lips, right as he tore away my clothing. In one swift motion, he was buried deep within me and he never allowed me time to adjust to his size after being without him for so long.

I arched my back, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside.

"Do you know what I've done?" he purred. His movements jerked as he sucked in a shaky breath before he let it out and managed to change it to his more robotic, perfect rhythm. "Do you?"

"Hm?" I couldn't even remember what he had asked me.

"Oh, Cassandra. Whatever am I going to do with you?" he chuckled. "I've spent countless hours waiting for the most ideal moment." He stilled, pressing against my cervix. "I will have your belly round and fat with my child. It will happen."

My eyes widened at the conviction of his words and before I could even say anything in return, his hips jerked one more time and I could feel the floor of liquid fill me. The sensation made my walls clamp down and squeeze him for more, milking out more of his seed.

"What have you done, David?" I asked, but the thought of having his child made my heart race in a way that I never thought possible. Sure, he mentioned this before, but I never thought that he was serious. I thought he was just teasing me as he always did.

His eyes were closed as he gracefully lay down beside me. I tried to turn to him, but he stopped me. "Remain in that position." I stilled as he ran his hand across my stomach. "Did you know that the line of Walters is fully equipped to procreate in case of emergencies?"

"Is that why you never allow him to…" Walter was only ever behind me, while David claimed my front. I thought that it was only because of David's possessiveness – and that certainly was a factor of ti – but clearly, it was more than that.

"He needs to understand that you are not his. He is only allowed to have what I give him." His eyes snapped open, stone cold blue pierced into me. "You are mine, Cassandra. Never forget that."

"Never," I breathed. "I'm yours."

It was frightening how easily he could get me to submit to him.

With a satisfied smile, he closed his eyes, again.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

So, I've recently watched several playthroughs of Detroit: Become Human and I have been absolutely enamoured by it. It has an android-centric topic; so of course, I had to write something about it. If anyone who like to check it out, it is called "Desire."

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