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Rider, but she also needed a good reason to give him for disobeying his orders that she go to bed.
    It was strange to her, but by the time she found Rider in the small rec center, her whole body was tingling and achy. An area low on her belly was pulsing and she could not get the image of Rider’s hard and hot procreation rod out of her mind. She must be in some kind of heat that was priming her young body to mate, Lisette thought, twisting her hands in the hem of the sheer baby doll nightie that she wore.
     
     
    Rider let the warm Faleron peach liquor slide down his throat as he twirled the glass between his lean fingers and puffed lazily on a tightly packed cherry-root cigarillo. His Trivillyan hide boots were propped up on the boss-metal Rec-table as he reclined in the synthetic leather hover chair. This was the life, he mused, with a heavy-lidded gaze as he absently admired the obsidian shell coloring of his boots while his mind savored the remembrance of a curly blond headed sex bot’s peach nectar voice. Yeah, Rider thought, Cherry’s voice was as husky and smooth as the Faleron liquor and before the trip was over he was going to rub some of the peach liquor on her nipples and suckle it off with a lazy tongue. That got him wondering about the color of Cherry’s nipples.
    “Master, please forgive me for disturbing you.”
    Rider shot to the edge of his chair, barely holding back his startled yelp, as he splashed peach liquor on his pants. His head swiveled. Pink. His sex bot’s nipples were cherry blossom pink . . . No, that was a pink frilly thing that Cherry was wearing and her feet were bare. No wonder he did not hear her approach. Rider’s eyes outlined into intense slits. That’s not all that was bare! “What the hell are you doing here, disobeying my command that you go to bed . . . er, deactivate or whatever!”
    Rider growled this entire sentence with his gaze riveted to little blond curls between lithe white thighs and curvaceously endearing legs. Shit, he was seeing too much of Cherry-girl too soon and he hadn’t really meant to make her jump then tremble like she was. He was just rattled!
    “I’m sorry, Master.”
    Cherry’s blush pink lips were quivering as her diminutive hands twisted in the hem of the delicate baby-doll she wore. Something must be wrong, Rider decided as he wondered what kind of problem a sex bot could have.
    “Come here and explain to me why I shouldn’t, ah, punish you.”
    Yeah, Rider thought that was a good line. He set his glass on the Rec-table in front of him and snuffed out his smoke as Cherry tiptoed hesitantly toward him. He grasped her by her bare hips when she got close enough and he pulled her between his legs, startling her into grabbing the Rec-table behind her with her palms.
    “This had better be good, pudding, or your backside is going to be red.”
    Cherry’s eyes widened in the horrified round gray-lavender look he’d seen before as he relished the pleasurable twinge his cock gave at the thought of spanking Cherry’s bare ass.
    Lisette’s heart gave a lurch. He wouldn’t . . . would he? Though she had not come up with any good reason to be there. She’d hoped, faintly, that Rider just seeing her might, um, distract him.
    “Well?”
    Rider’s long hard fingers squeezed the fleshiness of her hips in front and back, and Lisette froze not knowing what to say. She was afraid that anything she might say would not sound like a sex bot. Then out of nowhere she was being propelled over one of Rider’s thickly muscled thighs as she squealed and grabbed the bottom cushion of the hover chair. That did not help though, as Rider’s persistent forearm pressured her further over his lap until all she could grab was his calf. She wriggled her hips energetically with small yelps, trying to roll off his knee, when the first stinging swat of his wide palm laid flat across her bare flanks.
    “Ohhh!” she screeched in shock, twisting harder as Rider forced her to