Chapter 169 Hours.

Chapter 169: 169 Hours.

"A reward, eh?" I said, my fingers playing with her hair once again. "And I wonder just what it is you’d want?"

Rhea shuddered, her eyes growing lidded, her soft lips parting with a soft moan of pleasure.

"Ohhhhhh Miles," she groaned, tilting her head back as I stroked her head. "That’s... mmm..."

"Feels good?" I said.

"Mmmyeeaaaah," she moaned.

I chuckled.

Of course, I knew Rhea enjoyed having her head petted. That dog DNA she’d shot into herself gave her some interesting reactions, but this was probably my favourite.

I moved behind her chair, sliding my hands down the sides of her head, my thumbs stroking the rise of her dog ears while my fingers massaged and rubbed the sides of her head and cheeks.

"Ooooooh," Rhea moaned, wriggling in her seat, her hands clasping on her lap and thighs rubbing together. Her cheeks glowing with a blush.

"Oh M-Miles. That’s... that’s so g-goooood."

"You like that?" I asked.

"Soooo much," she moaned.

"Nothing too good for my mad inventor," I told her as I squished her cheeks, my hands moving back up and rubbing her hair again.

"Mmm. Lower, bossman," Rhea said.

"Lower?" I said teasingly, sliding my hands down to her woolly collar, brushing the soft, downy bounce. "Like... here?"

"Mmmm. Looooower," Rhea basically slobbered.

"You mean like... this?" I said, sliding my hands down her front and filling my palms with her breasts.

"Ah!" Rhea gasped, arching, pressing herself eagerly into my grasp. "Oh Miles! Yes! Like... mm... like that!"

"I don’t know, Rhea," I said, teasingly squeezing and massaging her breasts. "I should probably head out to deal with the Mind..."

"He’s... mmm... he’s not going anywhere. He thinks he’s safe. So... so come on, Miles. Gimme my reward for being such a... a good girl."

"Good?" I laughed, my thumbs rubbing her nipples through her sweater. "Rhea, you’re a very bad girl. But you know what?"

Rhea tilted her head, her soft lips parted, panting, her eyes hot and misty with desire.

"Wh-what?"

"I can work with that," I said, leaned down and kissed her.

"Mmmm," Rhea moaned, instantly surrendering to my kiss, her body quivering like she’d just touched a live wire. She squirmed in delight as I continued to massage her breasts, my lips molding against hers, kissing her hard and passionately.

I broke the kiss suddenly, our lips fairly popping apart.

A twitch of my powers swung her chair around and I scooped her out of it.

Rhea squeaked.

"M-Miles! I..."

"Where’s your bed?" I demanded. "Or do I have to bend you over a table again and fuck you on it?"

Rhea giggled.

"Mmm. That does sound fun! But..."

Leaning over my arm, she pressed something on her desk. With a hiss of hydraulics a part of the wall lowered itself, revealing a wide bed with a plush mattress and thoroughly dishevelled sheets.

The sort of bed someone doesn’t so much sleep on as collapse onto, and only because coffee and energy drinks are no longer enough.

Regardless, it’d do.

I kissed Rhea again, the lovely doggirl yielding at once, melting against me, opening her mouth to surrender to my tongue pushing into her mouth, wrestling with hers.

"Mmmmm!" Rhea groaned, arching a little in my grasp, pressing herself against me as I carried her over to the bed and put her down on it.

I broke the kiss, straightening as I grabbed my shirt, pulling it off, soon followed by my pants.

I took pride in my appearance. A good bad guy needed a decent physique. Some guys were satisfied with molding the rubber of their costumes to look like abs, but I always strived for realism.

Always be prepared for when clothes took inevitable battle damage.

And by the way Rhea’s eyes ran up and down me, it looked like I’d succeeded. It did my ego good to have such an attractive woman look at me that way.

"Oh fuck, Miles," she breathed.

"Take off the sweater," I said.

"Is that an... order?" Rhea said, licking her lips.

"Damn right it is. From your evil overlord to his minion."

"Mmm. Is that right?" Rhea said as she grabbed the hem of her sweater, teasing it up and off. "Am I your naughty minion? Your busty mad scientist? Your pet bad girl to serve you in all your nefarious deeds?"

"Damn right you are," I said, and fuck but I couldn’t help but admire her as she pulled off the sweater, revealing the plush orbs of her breasts and the softness of her stomach. "And you love it."

Rhea giggled, grabbing her belt and unbuckling it.

"Well, I can’t deny that, my nefarious master."

Oh, she was playing a dangerous game by being such a tease. Time to really show her who was boss.

As her belt came loose I suddenly flicked my finger, my magnetic powers yanking her pants off by the buckle.

Rhea yelped, rolling onto her back, kicking her legs in the air as he pants flew off, leaving her in nothing but some lacy panties.

"H-hey! Miles," she cried.

"Call me master," I said, moving over her, kneeling on the bed over her, one hand planted beside her head, the other cupping her mound.

Rhea gaped, a shiver coursing through her. She bit her lip, her lashes fluttering.

"M-master?" she said.

Oh fuck, the need in that word. The pure lust. Goddam but I loved this.

"That’s right," I said, leaning down and kissing her.

Again Rhea moaned, arching as I rubbed her through her panties. Her hips rocked as I stroked her, my lips working against hers.

Hot. Passionate. Kissing her fiercely.

Her moan made her breasts bounce, her lower half bucking eagerly as my finger stroked her.

I hooked my hand suddenly in the band of her panties, tugging them off and leaving her naked.

"Oh m-master," Rhea purred hotly. "Fuck me like your baaaaad girl."

Sounded like a plan to me.

I moved over her, already rock hard. I engulfed her breast in one hand as I pushed into her, Rhea keening with pleasure, arching beneath me as I began to thrust.

Slow at first. Making her gasp and moan. Her hips rising, riding my cock with growing urgency.

"Mm. Mmmm. Mmm," she groaned happily, bucking beneath me, relishing every thrust of my cock.

Fuck she was tight. Fuck she was good!

I wasn’t doing very well playing the aloof villain, and the feel of Rhea squeezing me was rapidly pushing me over the edge. The taste of her mouth as she submitted to my kiss drove me forward with fierce urgency.

"Mm! Mmm! Ah!" she gasped between kisses. "Oh M-Miles! Have I... ah... have I b-been a good girl?"

"So good," I grunted. "You’ve been very good for master."

Mmm, she liked that.

I felt her tighten, her whimper rising in a whine. Her arms wrapped around me, clutching my back, her hips rocking frantically beneath me.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck yes! Master! Master! Oh yessss! Give it to me! Ah! G-give it to me! Fuck me! Oh master. Master! Oh yes! Masterrrrr!"

I couldn’t hold out.

As Rhea cried out with her orgasm I thrust into her a final time, my own came right behind hers. I groaned in delight, plunging into her, quivering with the ecstasy of that final climax.

I slowed atop her, drawing it out as the aftershocks rocked her.

Finally she slumped on the bed, panting hard and fast, her pale face flushed with pleasure and her eyes lidded with delight.

"Liked that?" I asked her.

"Soooo much," Rhea moaned. She gave me a lazy smile, tilting her head coyly. "Mmm. Ya know, Miles? I think the perks might be my favourite part of this job."

"I do love to keep my minions happy," I said.

"Mission fucking accomplished," Rhea cooed, reaching up and wrapping her arms around my neck once more.

"I really should get after the Mind," I noted.

"Yeah. You should," Rhea said, leaning up and kissing me.

Ah well. He wasn’t going anywhere.

And for the next few hours, neither was I...