Her Cyborg

by Nellie C. Lind

  Shade pulled away and looked deep into her eyes. His facial expression was serious, and it was almost as if he was trying to read her, to understand her. She noticed that his gaze returned a few times to her throat before he locked his gaze with hers again. Did he know that his action had scared her? Was he able to understand that? She didn't know, and she wouldn't know for a few more hours. Not until he could talk.

  Phoebe remained still. She watched him as he continued exploring her. He reached out his big hands and grabbed her face between his palms. Her tension eased slightly as he touched her nose, chin, and eyebrows. His gentle caress made her moan. It felt so good to be touched and it made her long for more, but she had to be patient. Right now, he was like a child who was discovering the world. There was nothing coy about him. He seemed to be curious about everything and didn't hesitate to touch anything that caught his attention.

  Once he finished studying her face, his hands moved down and his gaze lowered to her breasts. His eyes went big, and when he licked his lips, heat filled her core. Phoebe knew where this was heading. He wanted to touch them, but she knew the people behind the one-way window would see it. That was the last thing she wanted.

  She grabbed his hand that was reaching for her breast. “Come with me.”

  His gaze jerked up to hers. Confusion filled his eyes when she backed away from him. He reached out to pull her against him again, but Phoebe grabbed his other hand and tried to get him to stand.

  “It's all right,” she said with a smile.

  Even if he didn't understand her words, she hoped he understood the calm and gentle tone in her voice. She encouraged him with her smile to follow her, and eventually, he rose from the bed. She led him toward the door. She opened it and they entered the hallway. He followed her without a doubt. His gaze never leaving her.

  Chapter 3

  Everything felt strange. It felt like he had been asleep for a long time. His mind was fuzzy, he couldn't think straight, and yet, he somehow knew he had just awakened. Many thoughts came and went, but he was unable to catch a glimpse of them. Just when he thought he had one in his grasp, it disappeared somewhere in the distance, fogging his mind again.

  But he didn't care, none of it mattered. What did matter was the beautiful red-haired woman in front of him. She had a tall and slender figure. She seemed strong, and yet, delicate as a porcelain doll. Her facial features were perfect with her big, green eyes, straight nose, and plump lips. To him, there was no other and never would be. Nothing would take him away from her. He would protect her with his life.

  He knew by instinct that he belonged to her. Everything about her appealed to him. Touching her wasn't enough anymore, though. It had been enough for the first few minutes after his awakening, but he needed more now. A lot more. It was like he couldn't satisfy his hunger for her. The ache between his legs grew along with his desire. He needed to ease it and he knew that only she could make that happen.

  She was leading him somewhere, but he wasn't interested in knowing where. Instead, he wanted to touch her, feel her, and worship her body. She said something and smiled. It was a smile to die for, but her words didn't make sense. It was almost as if he knew their meaning, he just couldn't place them, but the sound of her voice was like the most gentle touch.

  He couldn't keep his hands to himself, but her movements made it difficult for him to touch her. He wanted her to stop walking. The aching in his body kept growing and a feeling of despair grew within him. If only she could stand still for just one minute!

  Without a warning, he grabbed her by the arm and pushed her gently against the wall. Surprise crossed her eyes and he knew he had to be careful. He had managed to scare her once already. He never wanted to do that again. She was as new to him as he was new to everything.

  He pressed himself against her and laid her arms around his shoulders. Her body heat and nearness fed his starving desire. He grabbed one of her legs and placed it around his waist. He bent down a little and pressed his aching need against her core. A moan escaped their mouths and she closed her eyes for a short while. He smiled to himself when he realized that she liked this. He did it again and tried to show her that he needed her to touch him, but she didn't comply. Instead, she giggled and her cheeks turned red. He became still and looked at her face. She looked so cute with the blush on her face. It made him burn even more for her.

  She shook her head and gently pushed him away, making him let go of her. She said something again. He still had no idea what, but he knew what the shaking of her head meant. She wasn't going to let him touch her. She couldn't be serious! Didn't she see how much he needed her? He would burst from need soon. Any other day, he would have listened. He would never go against her wishes, but he was incapable of listening now. His need was painful and all he wanted was to strip her naked right here and right now.

  She looked down the hallway and pointed there as she continued talking. She tried to pull him with her in that direction, but he didn't want to go. There was nothing down there that wasn't right here in front of him.

  He silenced her by pressing his lips against hers. For a split second, she tensed but it didn't take long until she eased into his kiss. He opened her mouth with his and pressed his tongue against hers. Happiness sang inside him when she didn't stop him. Maybe she understood his desperate need for her. He had no idea why it was so intense. All he knew was that she had to take care of him and she had to do it now. If she didn't, he would scream out his frustration.

  He felt his heart pound. He breathed fast and sweat broke out on his skin. His body even trembled and the feeling became more and more uncomfortable by the minute.

  She said something again between his two kisses, and this time, he managed to understand one word. She had said “room”. He stilled and looked down the hallway as she pointed again.

  Room.

  Yes, he knew what a room was, but why did she want to go there? This place was just as good. There was no reason whatsoever for them to go to a room. He leaned into her again and showered her throat with kisses. He heard her moan and pride filled him. He was making her feel good. The way she rubbed herself against him told him so too.

  “Camera,” she panted.

  He met her gaze when he realized he had understood another of her words. A second word that hadn't sounded like a pointless sound.

  Camera? What the heck was that? And why did it matter? Couldn't he just finish this?

  She turned her gaze to the side and looked up. He followed her gaze and noticed something not too big, metallic, and black hanging down from the ceiling.

  Camera.

  Images and information streamed into his mind from the second he laid eyes on that strange black thing. For a short while, he stood as if frozen while he stared at it. Within seconds, he went from not having a clue what that little box was to knowing everything about it.

  Camera.

  Yes, it was filming them and someone was able to see everything they did. That red dot near the lens told him so.

  He looked at her again.

  Room.

  Camera.

  Yes, he understood. It didn't take long for it to hit him. She wanted to get away from the camera. She wanted to go to a room somewhere down the hall. He made a decision. He moved away from her, grabbed her hand, and lifted her into his arms before he ran down the hallway. Phoebe squeaked with surprise, but he saw excitement in her eyes.

  Chapter 4

  The moment Phoebe told him to stop in front of their temporary apartment, Shade put her down and lunged at her. She had seen his frustration while he had run through the hallway, but she wanted to get inside the room to get away from the unwanted audience she knew was somewhere behind all the cameras.

  Getting out the key card from her pocket wasn't the easiest when Shade's arms wrapped around her waist. She felt his arms move around on her body while he pressed his lips against her throat, kissing, and licking her sensitive skin. The sensation made her moan and almost drop the
key card, but somehow, she managed to open the door the second before Shade stripped her t-shirt from her body.

  She closed the door behind them and saw him throw the t-shirt to the floor before he reached for her again. She had been told the first hours of his life would be all about needs and emotions, but she hadn't expected it to be this wild. His eyes were big, he breathed fast, and he was in a hurry. He didn't let her move toward the bed. Instead, he pressed her against his body as if he couldn't get her close enough. His desire shone right through him. His desperation and need were just as clear. He was restless. He had wanted to take her in the hallway, but somehow, she had managed to get him into the room. Maybe he had understood what she had said. It had seemed like it after a while and it had made her happy. His understanding of words was awakening faster than she had expected.

  Something told her this would to be fast and hard, maybe even against the wall instead of the cozy bed she had looked forward to, but she didn't mind. Instead, she smiled and kissed him back when his lips pressed against hers. The feeling of his tongue against hers sent waves of pleasure through her body, making her moan.

  It didn't even take a minute before he had her naked. His underpants went next. She saw him kick the clothes away with his foot without ever taking his hands or lips away from her.

  His heavy breathing and warm breath against her skin turned her on in ways she had never experienced before. This was what she had longed and dreamed of for so long, to finally be in the arms of her imaginary lover. She enjoyed feeling his soft skin under her fingers, gently caressing his back while his mouth and hands explored her body. She felt his hand on her breast. He squeezed it before his fingers found her nipple and rolled it between his fingertips. Phoebe arched her back from the sensation as the sharp pleasure from his touch went right through her. It made her head spin and her body tremble.

  He lowered his hand and lifted her right leg. He placed it on his hip before he lifted her other leg from the floor and placed it on his other hip, holding her entire weight up with his strong arms and pressing her back against the wall.

  She was more than ready for him. She had been ever since he had opened his eyes. She felt him move closer, first feeling with his shaft as if he was making sure that she was ready, and when he found the right place, his hips thrust forward, determined, but gentle.

  Phoebe gasped when he entered her. Another wave of pleasure hit her, filling her from the inside out. She watched him lean his head back with his mouth open. A deep and masculine moan left his throat that made her shiver with pleasure.

  His hips started to move, slowly at first before he increased the pace. Each stroke he made inside of her made her forget more and more about the world around them. His embrace was solid and warm. There was only them. She felt safe in his arms, but there was also no escaping. He was strong and determined. He knew what he wanted. All Phoebe could do was lean her head against his shoulder, close her eyes, and feel.

  He seemed to lack restrictions. He was wild, loud, and Phoebe knew that if anyone interrupted him, they would regret it for the rest of their lives. The cyborg would make sure of it, but at the same time, she knew no one was that stupid. A newborn cyborg wasn't to play around with when it came to bonding with its bound one. Phoebe had never heard of a failed bonding, but everyone knew what would happen if one did fail. The doctors were clear on the matter. Never leave your cyborg, don't let him experience fear, doubt, or pain during the first crucial days of his development because those feelings would later drive him. A dangerous cyborg was more dangerous than a human could ever be. They were stronger than humans, capable of developing an intellectual mind beyond the human capability, and they never forgot - anything.

  Once the bond was made, the cyborg would never want to leave its bound one. Why would they want to do that when their love for their bound ones surpassed everything else? They would die to defend their bound one, just like she knew Shade would do. He bonded himself to her in this very moment. His moans, his solid grip on her, his desire, and the pleasure that was written all over his face told her so. He showed his need for her clearly and Phoebe loved it, not only that, she loved him. She always had, even when he had been just a fantasy. The only difference now was that he was finally real and his touch was like no one else's. This was her place, in his arms, to love him, to care and to cherish him. She always would.

  Shade tightened his grip on her and his thrusts became even more determined. She knew he was close and so was she. A few more strokes was all it took before her body ignited. She felt herself tighten around him as her orgasm rocked through her body and that was it for him. His moans of pleasure turned into a roar as he came. His body shook violently and the feeling of him tensing inside her as he filled her with his release made her smile and love every second of it.

  Then silence and hard breathing followed.

  She felt the perspiration and the heat from his skin against hers. He was warm all over, but so was she.

  Slowly, he lowered her legs and Phoebe couldn't help but wonder if an awkward moment would come next. At first, she barely dared to look up to gaze into his eyes. She expected to see confusion once she did, but instead she was met by a sated smile. She placed her hand against his cheek and the happiness her touch seemed to bring him went straight to her heart. She was already completely devoted to him and she looked forward to the month she would spend with him here. They would have so much fun together. She would make sure of it. She would teach him everything he needed to know during the day, and during the night, they'd hold each other tight, maybe during the day as well. She doubted she would be able to keep her hands away from him, and she doubted he would mind. His slowly rising shaft told her so. He was getting ready for more and it didn't surprise her. She knew cyborgs had a faster recovery time than human males.

  She grabbed him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. “Come.”

  He didn't protest.

  He had no clue what a computer or a car was, not even what a book or a flower was, but that would soon change. Within a few hours, he would be able to talk and understand the world around him, but for now, he had only eyes for her. He still hadn't looked away from her even once to take a look around the room. Right now, he needed to feel loved and happy, and she intended to give him that. All night long.

  Chapter 5

  Phoebe yawned and opened her eyes. She lay on the bed inside her temporary apartment. She was naked under the blanket that covered her. When she looked at the clock that hung on the wall, she saw that it was almost noon. She had been asleep for almost seven hours. That wasn't very long considering how exhausted she had been after the wild night with Shade. He had worn her out completely with his need and desire. He hadn't let her go for five seconds. He had been like an extra shadow she couldn't get away from, not that she had wanted to. She couldn't remember how many times they had made love, but her sore body told her that it had been many times. Her lower parts still hadn't recovered from it, but the soreness didn't bother her. It was a gentle reminder of Shade's wild embrace. He was everything she wanted and more. He had been amazing, loving, and caring. He had been strong, determined, and raw. He had been gentle, sweet, and cute. He had even been happy and they had laughed a lot together even if he hadn't been able to understand much of what she had said. She had enjoyed watching his pleased facial expressions after every orgasm, but eventually, she had slipped away to the world of dreams. Tired, exhausted, but happy.

  She turned her head and found the bed empty. She tensed and her eyes went big. Her heart started to race. This wasn't good. She rose from the bed and covered herself with the blanket.

  “Shade?”

  No answer came.

  She hurried to the living room and relaxed when she saw him standing by the window. He didn't have a single piece of clothing on him and he stood with his back toward her. Her gaze lowered to his muscular behind and she swallowed loudly. The sight of him spread sweet heat through her body as she remembered what they
had done just a few hours ago. And now, she couldn't help but stare at the body she had given him with the help of Doctor Jade Silva and her team of doctors. His body was according to her wishes. He looked like he could lift her up with just one hand, and since he was a cyborg, she knew he could. He had the strength of at least ten grown men.

  “Shade?”

  He didn't turn around. He didn't move. Phoebe hoped nothing was wrong with him, that he hadn't malfunctioned. Seven hours was a long time for a newborn cyborg to be on his own. Who knew what he had done during her sleep. His development happened fast now and wouldn't slow down for a couple of days. She should have been there for him. She should have forced herself to remain awake. But now, she could only hope that everything was fine.

  She approached him, not really sure of what to do.

  “You woke me up,” he suddenly said.

  Phoebe froze just two steps away from him and stared at his back. He had spoken and without difficulties. It was the first time, and she loved the sound of his dark and deep voice.

  “Yes,” she answered.

  “Why am I here?”

  Phoebe gulped. What did you answer to a question like that?

  “Because I love you,” she said after a short silence.

  Shade turned around and looked at her with his marvelous glass-like eyes. They shone the way cat eyes shone in the dark and that made him even more appealing to her.

  “I love you too. I belong to you. I feel it in here.” He pressed his hand against his chest.

  Phoebe nodded. His emotionless expression made her wonder if he didn't like being in love with her and belonging to her. She hadn't really given him a choice in the matter, but at the same time, things couldn't be different. A cyborg had to have a powerful bond with its bound one. That was the law and there was nothing more powerful than love. A cyborg who lost its bound one rarely survived the loss, but those who did survive became shadows of their former selves, and most went crazy. So, it was either a bond or death for them. The loss of the bond made them dangerous, unpredictable, and unstable. Those who refused to bond themselves to new bound ones joined the Fighters, a group of ownerless cyborgs that lingered somewhere outside of town.