by Cynthia Sax
Mission Menage
Cynthia Sax
Captain Raylee lives a safe, controlled life. She ships cargo using only heavily protected Federation routes, she doesn’t form relationships with anyone or anything living, and her lover is a sexy android with spare parts and a backup brain—and he’s always hard on command.
But Raylee’s perfect android lover has a dangerous human twin…
Vegas, a Federation operative, thrives on risk and intrigue. Years ago, he planted a robotic clone of himself on his future mate’s ship. With a war now brewing between the Federation and enemy forces, Vegas boards Captain Raylee’s vessel, determined to seduce both his woman and his android while completing his daring mission.
In the darkness of space, lines blur between man and android, safety and risk, lust and betrayal. One failed mission could destroy them all.
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Mission Menage Copyright © 2011 Cynthia Sax
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Electronic book publication November 2011
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Mission Menage
Cynthia Sax
Chapter One
“We can’t get lost again, Ship.” Raylee leaned back in her captain’s chair and gazed at the stars strewn haphazardly across the black blanket of space. “I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“We’ve never been lost.” Ship’s disembodied voice was curt. “I, unlike my nonessential crew member, always know where I am. I am a class-A freighter—”
“And I’m the nonessential crew member. I get it.” Raylee tapped her controls and the route map zigzagged across the viewscreen. “You claim you know where we are, but do you know where we’re going, Mr. Fitzgerald?” She held her communicator up to the termination point. The coordinates matched those on the work order.
“I don’t respond to that name.” Ship blew air through his vents. “I am Ship. You are Captain. We are not friends.”
“Ahhh…” Raylee nodded her head. “So you don’t know where we’re going.” She grinned. “I suspected as much. Let me help—”
“Our destination is Ungaria, a small planet at the edge of the Alexia system,” the spacecraft broke into her teasing. “And in the eight years, five days, twenty-seven minutes and eleven seconds since you’ve taken my helm, we’ve docked there eighty-eight times, completing sixty-nine deliveries and fifty-two pickups.”
“Eight years?” Raylee’s smile faded. She stared at the empty seats around her, the bridge achingly deserted and heartwrenchingly quiet. “Has it been that long?” A tightness crept across her shoulders.
“It has been eight years, five days, twenty-nine minutes and nine seconds. On July 13, 3015, at two a.m., the pirates attacked—”
“I know what happened on July 13, Ship. I don’t need a recap.” Raylee gazed up at the newly painted beams and she breathed in deeply. The air was tinged with chemical fumes, but she smelled the metallic scent of freshly spilled blood.
“I can’t stay here.” She leapt to her feet. “I’ll be in my cabin.” Raylee strode by the unmanned communications panel, drifting her fingertips over the empty seat. Eight years. Clara would have earned enough credits for that dream home of hers by now. Cheerful chatty Clara. “If we get attacked by pirates…”
“The odds of being attacked by pirates while navigating a Federation-sanctioned shipping lane is zero-point-zero-zero-zero-zero-five percent.” Ship blasted her captain’s chair with cleaning agents, erasing all indications of Raylee having sat there. “And your change of location is not recommended. I’m sensing your cabin is occupied by…an Elephas maximus.”
“I have an elephant in my room?” Raylee pivoted on her practical heels, the excess fabric of her flight suit billowing out around her. “Visual please, Ship.”
A view of her cabin was laid upon the backdrop of stars. Sexy grinned into the camera. His ruggedly handsome face was lit with laughter and there were lines etched around his mouth and his stunning blue eyes.
“I should have never installed his humor chip.” Raylee groaned. “There’s no elephant, Ship. That’s Sexy playing a joke on you.”
“Harrumph.” Ship’s circuits sizzled. “I too can play jokes.” Electricity arced through the air, leaving a trail of light, and Sexy convulsed, his big body shaking. “Oh, how funny the useless android looks.”
“Don’t break him.” Raylee hurried down the corridor, doors sliding open and shut around her. “I don’t have time for repairs.” She passed large, empty cabins she never entered and a dining space she seldom used.
“The android is a nonessential service.” Ship’s voice followed her.
“He is essential to me and the client might ask about him tomorrow. It was a very memorable thank-you gift.” Raylee entered her smaller sleeping chamber, the monochrome sterile space dominated by a huge bed, the headboard gleaming black, and the linens a rich silver. “Hey there, Sexy,” she called out.
“Good evening, Captain.” Sexy greeted her with a wide smile and a sharp salute. His dark hair smoked slightly around his black cap and his artificial skin twitched. “You look…how do I say it?”
One…two…three… Raylee extended her arm and her hand hung in the air. Shit. Five… Her android clasped her fingers and bent his head, his gaze upon her face, his mouth hovering above her knuckles.
One…two… “Like a vision,” she murmured, her voice layering perfectly over his.
“Thank you, Sexy.” As she pulled her hand away, his lips brushed against her fingertips and she cringed. “You look…”
Raylee leisurely perused her android’s fit physique. A white shirt stretched across his wide shoulders and black admiral stripes decorated his sleeves. Tight black pants clung to his hips, pulling snugly across his groin, accentuating the large bulge displayed there.
“You look like everything I should want and more than I deserve.” She slumped down on the edge of the bed and stared at her palms, seeing in the creases the black grime of a breached cargo bay she hadn’t repaired in time. “Yet…”
“You had a tough day, affirmative?” The mattress
dipped as the android sat behind her. He placed his large hands on her shoulders, his warmth permeating the coarse fabric of her flight suit. “Dealing with that insubordinate Crewman Ship.” The lights flickered. “Let Admiral Sexy massage all your troubles away.” He kneaded her muscles, loosening the tight knot between her shoulders.
Raylee closed her eyes, the strain in her body dissipating with his calculated touch. “Sexy, have you ever wanted to do something wild and crazy, something not programmed, perhaps even risky?”
His hands stilled and silence stretched between them.
Tell me these feelings are wrong. Tell me I should be grateful simply to be alive.
“Shhhh…no more talking, Captain,” Sexy purred, his simulated breath wafting against her earlobe, fanning the embers of desire within her. “Let me care for you.” He brushed her long hair over her shoulder and gently pressed his lips against the nape of her neck.
“Oh, yes.” Raylee leaned into his hard body, pushing her skin against his mouth, craving the skin-on-simulated-skin contact and needing more. “Bite me, Sexy,” she urged. “Mark me with your perfect teeth. Give me the pain I need, the pain I deserve. Make me forget.”
“Shhhh…no more talking, Captain.” Her android lover peppered Raylee’s flesh with kisses in a controlled barrage of tenderness as he reached around her torso to open her flight suit. “Mmm…so soft.” Sexy stroked the shallow valley between her bare breasts, her nipples puckering under his artificial touch.
“Too slow, you’re going too slow.” Raylee placed her hands on his pant-covered thighs and she twisted the fabric, yanking the leg fastenings open. “That’s how I want it tonight.” The cool air hit Sexy’s temperature sensors and his cock jutted out hard and erect from his body. This time, it’ll be different. A tremor of excitement rolled over her. “Rip off my clothes and fuck me fiercely, Sexy. Flip me onto my back and ram that big cock inside me again and again until I scream with pleasure.”
“Shhhh…no more talking, Captain.” Sexy carefully undressed them both, removing her flight suit completely before tugging his shirt over his head, the action tousling his dark hair, giving him a wild, untamed look that sent Raylee’s blood pumping.
“Mmm…” He pulled her into his lap, his engorged cock nudging between her ass cheeks, his chest warm against her back.
One…two…three… “You feel so good.” She moved her lips in time with his words. As her brain screamed for something different, her body reacted to his touch, her pussy moistening and her desire escalating.
Sexy stroked down her torso slowly, meticulously. She undulated against him, encouraging him as she would a real lover, and he slid his palm over her cleanly shaven mound to dip his fingertips in her wetness. “You are hot for me, affirmative?” As he fanned her folds with practiced fingers, sweet sensations rippled through her.
“Yes.” Raylee wiggled, teasing his cock with her movements, playing a game she’d never ever win. “Take me, Sexy. Take me rough and hard,” she begged.
He paused. “Shhh…no more talking, Captain.” Sexy pushed one large finger inside her pussy and her muscles clenched, holding on to him, needing that physical contact.
He pumped her with first one, then two, then three fingers, bending them slighting to fill her even more. She rocked forward into him, riding his hand, brushing her clit against the synthetically calloused skin, reaching for the wildness she desired, the spontaneity he wasn’t capable of.
This time, he’ll give me what I need. She’d push him over the edge and he’d lose all control, ramming into her and ravaging her pussy mercilessly. She’d fight and protest and try to escape him, but he’d drag her back and take her again and again, dominating her, possessing her, using her until her pussy was raw and red.
“Sexy.” Raylee writhed.
“I need to fuck you.” The gruffness in Sexy’s voice drove her fantasy. He rested his palms on her ass and pushed her onto her hands and knees, preparing to take her from behind as an animal would, fucking her rough and hard. His cock head brushed against her pussy and she quivered, her thighs shaking.
This time.
He curled his fingers around her hips in the same exact place as he always touched, pressing down with the same exact intensity as he always pressed. Oh God. She squeezed her eyes closed, capturing her tears of frustration.
One predictable fucking…two predictable fuckings…three predictable fuckings… She braced and he thrust into her, filling her completely as he always did, his synthetic balls bouncing against her skin, his grunt of effort for her enjoyment only.
“You are so tight, so beautiful,” Sexy told her as he fucked her slowly and leisurely, a long continuous slide in and out of her pussy. A warm glow of rising passion enveloped Raylee, banishing her disappointment. “I adore you, Captain. You are an angel, a goddess.”
An angel…Clara… “Harder, Sexy, harder,” Raylee urged. “Fuck me so hard, I don’t remember.”
Sexy increased the intensity of his thrusts, slapping his artificial skin against her ass, heating her flesh. The memories and the guilt hung over her. She needed to be punished. She needed pain. “Pinch my clit.”
Sexy froze mid-thrust, and Raylee gritted her teeth. Fuck. She’d forgotten.
“Shhh…no more talking, Captain. Let me love you.” He recommenced his forward drive, his momentum unhampered by the interruption.
She pushed back against his hips, taking him deeper, escaping in the movement. “Rub my clit,” Raylee amended her command.
Sexy spread her pussy lips and Raylee jumped as he found her clit, his rough skin brushing her sensitive flesh. Better. He rubbed in a clockwise circular motion while his cock plunged in and out of her pussy. Much better. She showed her appreciation with silence, swallowing her hot, passion-filled words, allowing him to fuck interrupted.
He rode her in a constant, tireless rhythm, pistoning in and out again and again, until Raylee panted and swayed underneath him, her mind, her worries, her guilt lost in the carnal act, knowing nothing other than the caress of skin against skin, the seductive slide of cock in pussy.
She teetered at the edge of climax, her arousal binding unbearably tight around her. Tears of frustration flowed down her cheeks.
“Sexy,” Raylee pleaded, knowing he’d do nothing different, realizing she was solely responsible for everything, including her own sexual fulfillment. With a sob of acceptance, she bit down on her bottom lip, pinching her flesh with her teeth, the pain pushing her over. “I’m coming!”
Sexy drove forward, compressed air from his android cock pulsing into her.
“Fuck!” she screamed, bucking upward into him, the last tension in her body zapped in a blazing all-encompassing orgasm.
“Shhh…I have you.” Sexy murmured the words she’d programmed him to say and he rolled with her until she lay with her head on his chest, his arms around her. His tanned skin shone with the sheen of her perspiration and his body smelled of her pussy juices.
Raylee looked at the bedside clock. 12:03. She sighed. Five minutes of fantasy left.
“Are you dissatisfied with me, Captain?” Sexy observed, his voice cool and scientific.
“It isn’t you, Sexy,” she reassured him, stubbornly clinging to the illusion that he cared about her, that anyone cared about her. “You’re perfect.” She lifted her chin to study his stark profile. He appeared almost human, with his square jaw and his crooked nose. Only his flat blue eyes reflected the machine. “It’s me. I want something different, but I don’t know what that something different is.”
“I comprehend your concerns, Captain.” Sexy caressed her arms, his fingers in massage mode, vibrating slightly, comforting her. “My model is equipped for this scenario.”
“Really?” Raylee gazed at him, but his blank expression hadn’t changed. “What is your solution?” She frowned. “It has to be bigger than having Federation night on Thursday rather than Friday.”
The android smiled slowly. “Part of the solution is not sh
aring the solution, but you will be pleased, Captain. Your Sexy will please you.” Sexy slipped from underneath her. She glanced at the clock again. 12:08. Back to being alone. He strode toward the bathroom to undergo the sanitization process.
Raylee stared at Sexy’s back, his broad shoulders tapering down to a taut, tight ass. She would be pleased. How? What was he planning?
For the first time in years, she didn’t know. Smiling, she pulled the silk cover over her naked body and closed her eyes to dream of a rough, tough android with a firm hand and a mind of his own.
* * * * *
Vegas slipped into the seedy Ungarian bar, scanning the occupants as he moved silently along the shadows.
A drunk slumped facedown on a table, his sallow cheek resting in a puddle of green liquor, his eyes closed. The leather-clad bartender had his back to him, watching the inter-galactic Olympics on the large screen. The Federation bounty hunter drinking alone at the bar didn’t turn his head, while a hooker, with brunette curls a shade darker than Vegas’ mate’s, cast an assessing glance over the tattooed mercenary, her painted face hard and calculating.
No one watched him. No one watched his contact.
Vegas entered the quiet corner booth and slid soundlessly into the seat across from Ug. “Friend.”
“Grrap!” The big beast man jumped, jarring his frosted tankard of native ale, the green liquid running down the glass, gathering in a pool on the metallic table. “I hate it when you sneak up on me like that.”
“It is what I’m trained to do.” Vegas grinned at his depot-bound coconspirator. “Is she arriving on schedule?” My destined mate, my reward and the female the Federation future-benders predict I’ll love for all time. He stroked the smooth sides of an empty tankard, keeping his expression carefully blank while his heart beat in double time.
“If she doesn’t get lost again, yeah, she’ll dock at daybreak.” Ug raised the pitcher and filled Vegas’ glass with ale before topping up his own. “I like her, friend.” Their gazes met, Ug’s expression uncharacteristically grave. “Don’t fuck this up.”