Bob secures his possesion

Moving back and forth, Bob could feel his climax coming, he smacked Sombra’s ass hard and squeezed both cheeks tight with his hands.

“Cum whenever you feel my release in you~” He spoke boldly before letting out his load and as commanded Sombra moaned out and tightened her hands on her thighs, still obediently holding them, her insides naturally tightened out around Bob’s dick.

Both of them panted, as Bob slowly sat back on one of the stools while letting Sombra let go of her thighs, she just laid there for a moment before gathering herself. Her mind seemingly catching up through the haze of lust to the previous command to act naturally, she sits back up facing Bob and stretching her arms, fixing her clothes to be a bit more comfortable.

As Sombra does that Bob looks at her, admiring his new “possession” but one thing that bothers him is the signature on her shoulder, for all he knows the signature could be accidentally erased causing him some trouble…

Then an epiphany strikes him, while a savvy engineer here, he now owns one of the most cunning minds around.

“Tell me Sombra, is there anyway for me to move my signature into a more secure place that can’t be removed from you?

The question caused a spark to return to Sombra’s eyes as he tapped her chin in thought for a moment. “You could sign my artificial cortex digitally in a sector that is secured from everything ranging from EMP to any outside connections, I have to consciously let someone override it” she explained the best she could.

Bob nodded at that understanding most of what she said, slightly amazed at the level of technology Sombra had embedded in her. He reached for one of the secure tablets, disconnected it from Talon intranet and handed it to Sombra, who quickly hooked it up with her cortex and found the right place for his signature. “There you should be able to sign here, I assume you want to handwrite it?” She offered him with a smile and then handed him the tablet with the pen tool. Bob didn’t wait long and signed then confirmed his input. Sombra disconnected from the tablet.

Now there was one thing to try, he reached out for a gauze and some cleaning soap and scrubbed off his signature off of Sombra’s shoulder. He quickly stepped back, nervous shiver running through his body but Sombra didnt look any different.

“So…” He started carefully. “Does anyone own you?” He asked.

Sombra responded with a sly smile “ofcourse, you own me”.