Page 32 of Smart@ss Cyborg

Her brain lights up in the areas for alarm and discomfort and curiosity as I bend my cybernetic knees and kneel before her, beside the bed. Gently I take up one of her feet in my hands.

Electrical signals blast to her somatosensory cortex. This isn’t unexpected, as this is where humans process touch. But her anterior cingulate cortex begins to shimmer, stimulated like I’ve never seen before.

She squirms slightly.

I look up at her. “Is this uncomfortable?”

She shakes her head. “It sort of tickles.”

“Ah,” I murmur thoughtfully. “Touching your feet is exciting your surface nerves and causing you to experience spasmodic movements. Fascinating.”

“Uh… yeah,” Becky agrees, tugging back on her foot to escape my touch.

“Allow me to apply firmer pressure,” I urge, reluctant to release her yet. “That should encourage your cerebellum to contact your cortex and tell it to suppress its reaction. The tickled sensation should be dulled.”

With this explanation, Becky settles gratifyingly fast and the moment I press my thumb testingly—but firmly—against her metatarsal arch, she moans.

More confidently and just as firmly, I draw my fingers down the top of her foot. My thumbs drag along her inner parts, heel to toes, then I gently stretch each of her toes, working the knots out of the bottoms of her feet. Next I rub her ankles, making her squirm and murmur wordless sounds.

I would worry that she sounds pained, yet her brain is releasing copious amounts of serotonin. The resulting endorphins are easing all of her body’s muscle tension and dulling her pain receptors.

If I didn’t know her feet had been paining her and that her current reaction is merely her expression of relief, the moans she’s emitting would lead me to believe she’s in the throes of intense pleasure.

My body is incredibly interested in the depth of her response. The more she writhes and makes throaty vocalizations, the more I begin to experience tightness and pressure and heat in my groin. “I’m experiencing the urge to mate with you when you make noises and buck like that,” I inform her.

“I’ll fuck your brains out if you’ll keep rubbing my feet,” she pants.

My fingers stutter in their workings.

“Don’t stop!” Becky cries.

“Sorry!” I tell her. “Your offer caused my processes to malfunction.”

To my utter delight, breathlessly, Becky laughs.

With great enthusiasm, I keep massaging my wife.

CHAPTER 11

“I’m not certain that having my skull’s contents forcefully expelled during mating should be enjoyable, but if it happens as a result of achieving pleasure with you, I believe I would like this,” I tell Becky, rubbing her feet with even more vigor and zeal.

She makes a noise in her throat. I can’t tell if it’s a laugh or a gurgle, either from pain or bliss. It sounds strangely like a mix of both.

Also strangely, it’s still an attractive sound to my ears. I decide to make conversation to distract myself so that I don’t breed my mate before I’ve fully seen to her rubbing needs. I cast about for a topic, and with my gaze on her lower limb, naturally my mind considers her here. “Earlier, you expressed that your back was paining you. When I’ve rubbed your lower half to satisfaction, I wish to offer you my back muscle rubbing services as well.”

She gurgles in an affirmative fashion.

Pleased, I make more conversation as I rub her. “Compared to other human females, you have very large ankles,” I share thoughtfully.

Becky’s dazed smile slips off her face. She stares down at me for a heartbeat. Then she bursts into tears.

Holding her foot in my palms, I move my bewildered stare between her lovely limb and her lovely face. Which is swelling before my eyes—a reaction due to the saline content in her tears, I believe. “What is the matter?” I ask in confusion.

“You—”she starts. She hiccups and covers her facewith her hands.

I pet her thick ankle that I suspect is edema swollen. I want to ask her about this condition, but first I want to discern the source of her emotional distress. “Yes, Becky?”

She is still hiding her face. “Youarea jackass!” she cries.