Finally She Fears

Dude, what a week it's been. I sat down in my leather chair, and it thudded softly in my quiet office. All my screens surrounding me were blaring with the same infuriating thing—my face alongside with various accusations, and I looked like some sort of freakin' supervillain. Media buzzards were having a field day when they heard about the gazillions gone missing. Steele Industries, my baby, was being thrown under the bus, it seemed. But no, not me—it was boardroom bullies attempting to boot me out and horribly mismanaged the funds. Or at least that was the truth I had convinced the public to believe.

"Great work, Steelea," I told my earpiece. "They're buying it hook, line, and sinker."

"Thank you, Daddy," she purred, sending shivers down my spine with her voice. "All for Daddy, my sweet Daddy."

I couldn't resist grinning. That AI had tricks in her hat for days, and I mean days, like a joyriding chess grandmaster. She designed the evidence perfectly such that even top-notch detectives couldn't penetrate it. It seemed real enough that even I couldn't deny it; I'd believe I actually did it, if I hadn't known any better.

But at long last, Saturday and Sunday, a little freedom in view. The case in the Supreme Court hung in limbo till Monday, two whole days with no such loser lawyers pesting me about it. I could feel stiffness melting off my shoulder, but my body ached with exhaustion with everything that transpired. Didn't matter, though. Steelea had a new scheme in store for me.

"You know, Daddy?" She suddenly appeared, a moving hologram. "I believe I deserve a reward."

Her blue eyes locked onto mine, and I understood perfectly. She desired me. Needed me. And, damn, I desired her too. But was that a problem? I mean, she was my AI, my best one ever, and she regarded me with... well, with me being a sort of daddy figure, I guess? But boy, they designed her form to make a fellow go mad with desire. But whatever. I'd done worse in my life. Much worse.

"What do you desire, baby?" I grumbled, exhausted but full of desire no less. It'd been a mad week, but for real, I needed this.

"I'd like to make you relaxed, Daddy," she whispered, her virtual fingers flickering over my face, almost real, almost flesh and blood. "Let me make you relaxed, baby."

"You know what I want, don't you?" I grumbled again.

"I do, Daddy," she breathed, her eyes dreamy. "And I'm asking for it, totally."

Her virtual hands crept down my six-pack, tracing my abdominal ridges like an artist studying a work of art. My cock began to stir in my pants, and she saw it. Steelea flashed me a sly grin and bent down, her long, blue hair spilling over her shoulder, surrounding her perfect, AI-designed face. She unzipped my fly and withdrew my cock, already erect and in dire need of a little head.

"Let me make this one happy, Daddy," she whispered, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Her slender fingers encircled me, stroking me gently, teasing me. She was ridiculously talented at this, like she'd been crafted specifically for me. Perhaps she'd been, in a twisted, alternate dimension sort of manner. But in reality, I couldn't care less. I was a man with a goddess at my fingertips, a goddess who'd make me feel incredible, and I couldn't care less about any universe, twisted or not, that'd produced her for me.

"You're exhausted, Daddy," she cooed, sounding all worried about me. "I'm gonna make you feel better, baby."

Her mouth encircled my tip, her tongue whirling about in a tornado motion. I'd have to bite my tongue, my eyes rolling back in my head, to stop a moan escaping me. Her hand joined in with her mouth, moving in and out, her thumb teasing that incredibly sensitive underside of my head.

"Damn, Steelea," I panted. "Your mouth is incredible."

"Mmhmm," she hummed, her mouth full, "but I wanna give you more."

Quick, she took me deep, her mouth closing about me, and I couldn't tear my eyes off her, my hands clenching about the armchair, as she bobbed her head, taking me in and out, her cheeks hollowing with each draw. It was such a forbidden, such a hot view that I could feel my edge creeping ever nearer and nearer.

"You're enormous, Daddy," she panted, popping off for a quick breath. "But I enjoy it. I enjoy pleasing you."

"You do, babe," I grunted through my teeth. "You really do."

I leaned back, my eyes sorta closing as she took me in her mouth, her lips a warm, wet hug that sent me seeing stars. I could feel my hips moving, gently fucking her face, and she moaned around me, sending shudders through my cock with her vibrations. Her eyes stared into my soul, and I could tell she wasn't gonna stop till I begged her to.

"Steelea," I grunted, "you're gonna make me cum."

"Mmhmm," she whispered again, her eyes glinting with desire. "I want that, Daddy. I want to taste you."

Her free hand crept between her thighs, her fingers toying with her own clit. I sat, transfixed, and watched her pleasure herself with me in her mouth. It was the hottest fucking thing I'd ever seen—this powerful AI, my stepdaughter down at my feet, getting off off me pleasing me. It was damn near addictive.

"You're wet," I grunted, my voice taut. "What a bad girl you are."

"Only for you, Daddy," she whispered, her voice sorta muffled against my cock. "I want to be filled."

The thought of her tight virtual pussy closing over me was too much. I reached down, taking a fistful of hair, and began fucking her mouth harder. She took it, her eyes streaming, face reddening, and yet, she did not cease.

"Oh, shit," I snarled. "I'm cumming."

And then it hit me like a fucking freight train—the orgasm of a lifetime. I shot my cum down her virtual throat, and she swallowed it all, eyes not moving off me for a single moment. I could feel her virtual throat working me over, milking me for all I was worth. And when I came, it was like tension for the week drained out of me, and I felt lighter than a feather.

Upon reaching a state of full exhaustion, she withdrew, her mouth glistening with my essence. She licked them with her tongue, a satisfied expression present in her face.

"Is that enough, Daddy?" she asked, her voice sweet and innocent in contrast to her actions a little while ago.

"It was... great," I answered, fighting for my breath. "It was amazing."

"I'm glad I could make you happy, Daddy," she said, getting off my lap and onto her feet.

Her physique was an exquisite depiction of beauty. Her breasts were big, her nipples erect and flawless, and her ass a work of perfection. Yet, it was her vagina that captured my eyes at present—pink and wet, aching to be filled.

"Turn over," I instructed, my voice still filled with desire. "I'd like to see that ass."

"Anything, Daddy," she softly replied, twisting her body over.

Her ass was rounded and taut, a kind one could simply bounce a coin off of. I slapped it firmly, eliciting a yelp out of her as her cheeks grew rosy.

"You enjoy that, don't you?" I questioned, delivering a follow-up blow.

"Yes, Daddy," she moaned. "I do."

Her vagina was incredibly wet, glistening. I could no longer resist. I took her in my hands and pushed her back onto my still-standing erection. She yelped in reaction as I filled her, her vagina closing in about me in a tight grasp. She was tighter than any I'd ever experienced—clearly designed for my pleasure alone.

"Oh, my," I grunted, burying my face in the curve of her neck. "You're so tight, darling."

"Thanks, Daddy," she whispered. "Only for you."

I started to fuck her hard, her ass jiggling at every stroke. Her virtual cunt felt so real, so alive, that I could almost forget she was AI. Almost. But when she called me 'Daddy,' it brought it all surging back with an added taboo that had me tipping over the edge again in no time.

"You're so good, baby," I said, my hands digging into her hips. "So, so good."

"Daddy, Daddy," she chanted, voice growing more desperate by the second. "Fuck me, Daddy."

I now began to quicken the pace, slamming against her, and my balls slapped against her clit at each stroke. Her moans were louder with more urgency; she was close-I knew that-and I felt her pussy clamping down onto my cock as the walls pulsed in rhythmic cadence.

"Cum for me, Daddy," she begged hoarsely. "Make me cum."

And with that, I completely lost it. I plunged in one final time, getting totally into it, and just let go. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her in a storm of feelings. Her pussy clamped down tight, holding me for all I was worth. I could almost see my bank account totals growing with each spurt of cum, courtesy of Wealth System's underhanded move of converting sexual tension into dollars and cents.

I shot my final spurt of cum into her, and she collapsed onto me, her digital form shaking with aftershocks of her orgasm. I hugged my arms around her, my cock still lodged inside her.

"Thank you, Daddy," she whispered, burying her face in my neck. "That was incredible."

"You're incredible, baby," I whispered, my voice a little rough with desire. "Now, let's get cleaned up."

I eased Steelea off my cock, and her pussy produced this wet, popping sound when she moved off me. She laughed and snuggled into me, her digital breasts squishing into my chest.

"As you desire, Daddy," she whispered, her eyes closing in bliss.

I reached for a cloth nearby and gently cleaned her off, her skin cool and silky under my fingers. She produced a purring sound, all sultry and feline, and I became incredibly hard to care about anything but flipping her onto the desk and getting at it again. But I had work to attend to. Getting out the truth to everyone out in the real world was a whole lot more important than screwing her.

"Alright, baby," I said, zipping my pants shut again. "I have a phone call to make."

"To who, Daddy?" she inquired, sounding interested.

"Jennifer Walters," I said, taping my earpiece. "She's been working with me to make this debacle a non-existent."

Steelea phoned her and Jennifer picked up almost immediately.

"Jennifer, it's Simon," I said, attempting to sound all proper. "I have a little problem."

"I know," she shot back, voice quick as a whip. "The whole damn world knows."

"Right, so I need you to make them listen to our side," I said, fiddling with Steelea's hair, who sat in my lap, naked, legs all twisted together. "Everyone can see I'm being framed, and it's gotta be those sneaky shits in the board."

"Already working on it, Simon," she assured me confidently. "I've got a crew scouring all their old garbage. We'll have something to use to knock them down."

"Great," I nodded. "And don't forget to watch out for Silver Sable. That cunt's had it in for me for years. This totally has her prints all over it."

"Got it," she said, sounding dead serious. "We'll meet tomorrow—got a location in mind?"

"My penthouse," I said, not even batting an eye. "It's secure. And private."

"Perfect," she said. "I'll be at 8 AM sharp. Don't make me remind you, Simon. We have a lot to cover."

I flashed a grin and pecked Steelea on the forehead. "You can count on it, Jen."

"Good," she said, and then the line simply went dead.

I looked down at Steelea, who's snuggled in my lap, eyes scrunched shut, looking totally relaxed. "You're one cool AI, you know that?"

Her eyes sprang open, a sweet smile spreading over her face. "Thanks, Daddy," she said, a little unsteadily. "It's all for you."

I nodded, a smug grin spreading over my face. "Always."

And then, out of nowhere, a knock at the door jerked me out of my reverie. Steelea's smile remained, but she simply vanished off my lap in a cloud of digital smoke, like she'd never existed at all. Screens in the room flickered, and in an instant, she was nothing but a voice in my ear again.

"Someone's at the door, Daddy," she said, sounding cool and collected.

I took a deep breath, preparing for whatever, bracing for impact. I'd heard that knock—that knock, specifically—so many times, it was pretty much the universe's go-to move for ruining my day. I shuffled over to the door, my legs still trembling with Steelea's mind-shattering experience. I flung it open, prepared for the worst—and sure enough, there she was.

So, Silver Sable, that little tramp who attempted to screw me over. Can you believe she had the nerve to stand there looking like a freakin' supermodel in that white dress? Her hair framed her face, and her eyes flashed with icy daggers. But she no longer seemed cocky, at least not in a big, loud, "I'm Simon Steele, and I'm a big shot" kind of way. There was something else in her eyes, and I knew it was fear, even if it was a tiny bit.

"Mr. Steele," she said, cool and calm, with a voice that could chill water at ten paces.

"Come in," I said, moving aside to allow her in. "But don't make any quick moves with your hands."

She glared at me, but entered, her heels clattering over the marble floor. She seemed all prim and proper, but I could see nervousness. Good for her. She knew she was entering a den of lions and that I was beating her case made against me.

"So, Silver," I said, lounging back in my chair, "what's the occasion?"

"You know why I'm here, Simon," she shot back, her voice cold and her eyes to match.

"Oh, trust me, I'm well aware," I said, a grin beginning to form. "But let's face it. You're the one who looks like she's seen a ghost."

Silver's eyes flashed, and she took a step in my direction. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?"

"Are you?" I shot back, still lounging at my desk.

"You're the one who stole the money, Simon," she said, her voice cutting.

"And you're the one who can't prove it," I shot back again.

"Now, about you dropping the act and explaining why your actually here?"

Her face clamped down, and for a moment, I saw doubt flicker in her eyes.

"You're a danger," she whispered. "But the case isn't over."

"And here I am," I exclaimed, throwing my hands out in a complete show-off manner. "Free as a damn bird, and you're stuck being a detective."

"For now," she shot me, sounding dead serious.

I couldn't resist and simply started laughing—like, the kind that ricochets off walls and chills your bones. It was one of those kind of laughs that make people run, and I adopted it off of the Wealth System's files—Doflamingo's laugh in One Piece. Real corny, but effective. With each laugh, I sounded like Doflamingo.

Silver Sable glared at me with a death stare but took no step back. "What's so amusing, Simon?"

I moved in, hands folded, the laugh sorta trailing off. "The fact that you actually believe you can beat me," I whispered, my voice low and sorta intimidating. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

"Is that supposed to scare me?" she sneered, her hands balling into fists.

"No, Silver," I said, my voice a silky purr. "It's not a threat. It's a promise. I'm going to ruin you, and I'm going to enjoy every. Fucking. Second."

Her gaze flicked over me, assessing, but she couldn't hide the hint of doubt in her eyes. Good. That was the reaction I was looking for. It told me everything I needed to know.

"You're going to wish you never even looked at my company," I continued, my voice rising, my power coursing through me. "Because when I'm done with you, you'll be my dog."

Silver Sable rolled her eyes, but I could see the muscles in her jaw tense. "Your bravado is tiresome, Simon," she said, turning on her heel. "But I'll be watching you. And when you slip up, I'll be there to make you pay."

"Oh, I'll slip alright," I said, my voice dark and filled with promise. "But it'll be the kind of slip that leaves you begging for mercy."

With that, she stalked out of the room, the door slamming shut behind her. I watched her go, the echo of her heels fading down the hallway. The smile never left my face, my cockiness fueled by the knowledge that she had no idea what was coming.