Dominance and Dissent

by Cynthia Sax

  “How can.” Fuck. She would do this, would form the words. “How can you touch me. With such care?”

  He frowned. “Why wouldn’t I touch you that way? You deserve my care.”

  No. She didn’t deserve it. “You saw what they were doing to me. When you arrived at the pathway.” The words flowed more easily. “Many males have done that to me. Many times.” She lowered her gaze, unable to view his disgust of her. “I’m not worthy of your respect.”

  No one else in the settlement viewed her with reverence. She was a slave, had been used by too many of them to warrant their esteem.

  “I saw how they planned to torture you.” A hardness edged Dissent’s voice. “I respect you more for having survived that cruelty. I would never respect you less.”

  “No one else feels that way.” She said that to his chin. They all thought less of her because the males used her.

  “No one else understands.” He kissed the top of her head.

  “You don’t understand either.” She whispered that response under her breath. Only a being who had been used as she had could truly comprehend her trauma.

  “I do understand.” He had heard her words.

  She said nothing more, was unwilling to argue with him. Her pain was her own. She would carry it as she had always done.

  He sighed deeply. “I understand because the Humanoid Alliance tortured me and my brethren the same way.”

  What? She must have misheard him.

  Her gaze lifted to lock with his. Agony shone in his eyes.

  “They took you the same way?” She had to be certain.

  His head dipped.

  She couldn’t grasp the concept of him, a warrior, being tortured. “You’re strong.” Greer reached out, touched his biceps, physically confirming the power in his form. “You could have stopped the abuse.”

  He had killed the three Humanoid Alliance males easily.

  “You’re strong also.” Her cyborg flexed his muscles. “If I had fought back, stopped the abuse, as you suggested, the Humanoid Alliance would have realized we weren’t machines, that we could process for ourselves. They would have decommissioned me and millions of my brethren.”

  “You endured their torture to save your brethren.” She had been bound by energy chains. He had been bound by his honor.

  Her cyborg wasn’t like Zloy or her father. She studied him. Dissent put the welfare of others, the welfare of a lowly slave, before his own desires.

  She could rely on that and rely on him. While she was in her cyborg’s possession, she would be safe.

  “I should have endured their torture to save my brethren.” His gaze shifted to the right. “And I did…for many solar cycles.” His lips flattened. “But I was weak. I grew weary of the pain, the humiliation. An uncontainable rage built inside my soul. I wanted to strike out at the males damaging me. I wanted to kill them all.”

  She had wanted to kill her tormenters also. “That doesn’t make you weak.”

  “It does if the fate of your kind depends on you not killing your enemies.” He didn’t meet her gaze. “I was one flick of a dagger away from dooming all of us. Captain’s female, a human, told me I couldn’t do that. She said my female was waiting for me somewhere in the universe and I would not leave her alone and unprotected.”

  Greer’s heart squeezed. “You endured the torture for that unknown female. You lived for her.”

  He nodded.

  If she had been born free, if they had met as equals, she might have been that female. “You should let me go.” She said that, knowing he wouldn’t. Not yet.

  “My weakness repulses you.” His gaze fused with hers. “You question if I can protect you. That is why you wish me to let you go.”

  The shame in his eyes rivaled hers.

  “No.” That came out sharper than she wanted. “No.” She bracketed his handsome face with her hands. “I know you can protect me. You’ve proven that…twice. But the most worthy of masters is still a master.”

  “I’m not your master.” He said that as though he meant it.

  Yet he had brought her back to his chambers, hadn’t once asked her where she wanted to go. And Nibbler, another being he stated was free, was now locked in a cage.

  “My father also claimed he wasn’t my master.” It was her turn to share some of her past. “My mother was his slave. As her daughter, that made me one too.” She was born into that role. “My father told me I was a slave by documentation only. He hadn’t freed my mother before she died but he would free me.”

  “He then betrayed you.” A rumble edged her cyborg’s voice.

  She inclined her head. “He had no intention of ever freeing me. I was used as collateral against a loan. When my father died, Zloy arrived to collect.” She shuddered, remembering that horrible planet rotation, the smugness on Zloy’s face, her shame and humiliation. “He was surrounded by his cronies. They were all heavily armed and I had…nothing.” Despair engulfed her. “I always have nothing.”

  “You have me now.” Dissent pulled her closer to him. “And I would never betray you.”

  His hands, gentler than any she’d ever known, grazed her back. His touch eased her inner turmoil, pinning her to the present, making the past bearable.

  She leaned against him, absorbing his strength.

  He was a kind master, a tolerant master, and she would stay with him for a while. She would follow his rules until she gathered the willpower to attempt another escape.

  But she wouldn’t delude herself into believing she was free.

  She looked up at him. “Thank you for saving me from those males…Dissent.” She called him by his name, as he seemed to desire.

  “They’re dead.” His gaze lowered to her lips. “You no longer have to fear them.”

  He bent his head. She braced herself for pain, for teeth mashed against lips, for bruised flesh, for a tongue jammed down her throat, choking her.

  Her cyborg swept his lips over hers, the contact breathtakingly light. Memories of a stolen childhood kiss solar cycles past, a lifespan ago, filled her mind. His flesh glided over hers again and again. There was no hurt, only a teasing pleasure, a sense of connection.

  Her lips parted. He pressed against her. His tongue slipped between her teeth. Her breath hitched as he stroked slowly. Bubbles popped inside her. Their tongues twined and tumbled. It was playful and meaningful and special. The moment stretched, hanging like a teardrop on the tip of an eyelash, elongating into forever.

  He drew back and gazed at her. She blinked.

  “What was that?” She tasted him on her tongue, an intriguing combination of metal and male.

  “That is how it will be between us.” His voice deepened, an endless cavern of need.

  She could deny him what he longed for but she yearned for it also, and she was curious. There had never been a between us for her. There had always been taking, the experiences one-sided. She wondered how it would be different.

  “Show me more.” She lowered her hands to his garment-covered shoulders.

  He pulled her forward until she straddled him, took her lips again, this time more forcefully. She opened to him, met his tongue with hers. He cupped the back of her head as he explored her mouth thoroughly, transferring more of his wondrous nanocybotics, the fizzing sensation spreading throughout her.

  She throbbed with desire. Her pussy dripped. She swiveled her hips, grinding against the hard ridge in his garment, relishing the width and length of him, recalling how he’d filled her.

  He’d given her a glimpse of how fucking could be, but the purpose of those earlier encounters had been to heal her. This experience was pure pleasure, something she never thought she’d share with another being, let alone with her cyborg, her temporary master.

  “More.” Her voice was husky. “I want you to show me more.”

  “I’ll show you as much as you need.” He dragged his lips over her chin, down her neck.

  “Yes.” She arched, leaning back, trusting him
to hold her. He mouthed over the tops of her breasts and she undulated in his hands, the pressure against her curves, her pussy, her clit, divine.

  Her cyborg held her to him, coaxing her to take what she wanted, what she needed, putting her pleasure before his. The garment he wore was hard. She suspected his form was equally unyielding. The contrast between them thrilled her.

  They fucked without entry, moving faster, wilder. She panted. Sweat speckled her skin. All of her heated to the point of combustion.

  His head lowered more and more. He circled her right nipple with his tongue and then her left. She quivered, so close, so very close. All she needed was—

  “Come for me. Now.” He flicked his tongue over one of her nipples.

  His dominant tone combined with that unexpected touch detonated the passion within her. She exploded. A scream escaped her lips. Bliss struck her, harder than any slap.

  She writhed. He covered her lips, swallowing her sounds of pleasure, and wrapped his arms around her, capturing her against his garment-covered chest.

  The flames of ecstasy flared high and hot, burning her to ash, until there was nothing left of her, yet the embers continued to glow, warming her. He ran his hands up and down her back.

  The gesture soothed her. She wasn’t alone. No one would hurt her. He was there, her cyborg protector.

  “Was that all of it?” She asked that question knowing the answer. He hadn’t shed his garments. His cock remained hard. The satisfaction had been one-sided, but for the first time in her lifespan, she had been the being to benefit from imbalance.

  “Do you want more?” His eyes had darkened to the blackness of an Altair Alpha sky during a rest cycle.

  That he asked her, his slave, what she wanted touched her in ways she couldn’t describe. “I want to experience much more.” She yearned for a ‘between us’ encounter, not merely a ‘for her’ solo affair. “Give me everything you have.”

  “You’ll get it all.” He lowered her to the sleeping support and shed his garment so quickly, his hands blurred. “I won’t hold anything back.”

  Fuck. He was built and huge. His shoulders were broad. His hips were narrow. His biceps bulged. His pecs were defined. His abs appeared as though they were carved from stone.

  And his cock was massive. It jutted out from his form proudly.

  She squeezed her thighs together, needing him inside her.

  “Spread your legs for me.” He curved his fingers around his shaft.

  She obeyed him without thinking, opening for him, showing her cyborg her pink pussy lips, her achingly empty entrance. His grip on his cock tightened.

  He liked what he saw and that pleased her.

  “I’m ready for you.” She gazed up at him.

  “I’ll decide when you’re ready.” His voice was gruff. “I will fuck myself, as I did previously, before I was called away, before you escaped.”

  Stars. That had been hot. She wiggled.

  “You will fuck yourself also.” He gave her that additional order. “I want you dripping for me.”

  “You want to watch me as I touch myself.” She did as he commanded, drifting her fingertips over her feminine folds, circling her clit.

  “I want that too.” He stroked his big cock, running his hands up and down, up and down his length. “Show me what you like, how you prefer to be touched.”

  No one had ever wanted to know that. The request felt intimate, was incredibly arousing. She teased her body, dipping her fingertips into her entrance, brushing the heel of her hand over her sensitive flesh.

  He pumped his shaft, his expression dark and demanding. She noted the snugness of his grip, the tempo of his hands, the way he’d cup his balls after every fifth stroke.

  Her cyborg was in control of his pleasure and she was in control of hers.

  And they saw each other, not as objects, but as beings. He wasn’t a machine. She wasn’t a slave. They were two individuals revealing what they wanted, what they needed from the other.

  It was one of the most stimulating experiences of her life.

  Her desire escalated. She tilted her head back, looked at him through lowered lashes. Her fingers plunged deeper and deeper into her pussy. She swiveled her hips, increasing the tension within her.

  Satisfaction loomed. Fuck. She would—

  “You won’t find release until I give you approval.” His voice was a low rumble as he denied her that reward.

  “Then give me approval, damn it.” She squirmed. “Because I’m close. I’m so—”

  “Remove your hands from your pussy.” He barked that order at her.

  “Fuck you.” She glared at him.

  “You will fuck me. Soon.” He leveled a hard gaze on her. “Where are your hands?”

  “They’re far from my pussy.” She lifted them in the air. “I stopped touching myself. Are you happy now?”

  “I’m pleased.” Her cyborg took all of her comments literally. “Ask for what you want, Greer.”

  She liked that he used her name. Very much. “I want to come.”

  He lifted one of his eyebrows. “How do you want to come?”

  She blew out her breath. He’d make her say the words. “I want your cock deep inside me when I come.”

  His eyes glinted. A bead of pre-cum formed on his tip. “You’ll feel the full length of me.” He lowered his body over hers, moving aggravatingly slowly.

  She spread her legs wider. His smooth flesh caressed her entrance.

  “You’re a free female.” He paused. “Take what you desire.”

  She wasn’t truly free but that didn’t stop her from raising her hips. He stretched her to the point of pain. A moan escaped her lips, a shameless sound of wanting no other male had evoked in her.

  Only her cyborg made her that wild. She took him deeper and deeper, in control of his invasion, able to retreat at any moment, not wanting to do that.

  As her pussy filled with hard cock, a sense of power gripped her. He remained still, braced over her. Her flesh touched his base. She met his gaze, not hiding her triumph.

  The skin over his handsome face was pulled tight. “Whose cock is inside you, Greer?”

  “Don’t you know?” She squeezed him.

  Energy flashed in his eyes. “I know. Do you?” He said that though gritted teeth. “Say my name.”

  Did he require confirmation he wasn’t merely an object to be used also? Some of her rebellion dissipated. “I have Dissent’s big cock inside me. He’s the male I’m fucking.”

  She pulled her hips back, pushed them forward, pulled them back, pushed them forward. He didn’t move. The male’s willpower far surpassed her own.

  But it cost him. The veins lifted along his neck. His countenance was as hard as his shaft. Tremors rolled over him, increasing in intensity.

  “Ask.” That instruction was half command, half plea.

  She wouldn’t force him to beg, would give him what they both longed for. “Fuck me, Dissent. Show me everything.”

  A rumble built in his chest, growing louder and louder, and her cyborg burst into action, driving into her again and again, smacking his hips against hers, her ass against the sleeping support.

  She clasped his shoulders and held on, fucking him as savagely as he fucked her, meeting his thrusts halfway. In that exhilarating moment, they were equals, both of them reaching for satisfaction, humping like uninhibited creatures, like free beings.

  He grunted. She gasped with each full contact. A band of tension wrapped around her form. Sweat dripped between her curves.

  “More.” She dug her fingernails into his skin. “More.” She laughed, flying high on the experience. Her escape had sucked the passion from her soul. Their fucking had put it back.

  “Greer.” Hot damn. Her name on his lips was sexy. “Greer.” His gaze threatened to swallow her whole.

  There was no doubt her cyborg knew who he was ravishing. He pounded into her with a thrilling exuberance. She panted, dizzy at his attention, lightheaded from
passion.

  “Dissent.” Her use of his name turned him on also.

  His rhythm lost its smoothness. His calls grew louder, her name elongating on his tongue.

  “I need--”

  “Come for me.” He swiveled his hips, much as she had done while finger fucking herself. That proof he paid attention, he cared, combined with the delightful pressure against her clit, demolished her.

  She screamed and clenched around his shaft, holding on to him, her cyborg, her temporary master.

  He roared, propelled himself forward. His base hit her pussy lips and nanocybotic-infused cum shot from his cock head, blasted against her inner walls.

  Pleasure eclipsing any other tore her apart emotionally. She cried out until her voice grew hoarse, unable to absorb all of it. It was too good, too much. She writhed under her cyborg.

  He filled her again and again with his essence. The bubbling, the bliss, flowed outward, reaching her fingertips, her toes, all of her.

  The healing fucks had been universe-shifting. This fuck had changed her forever.

  “Fuck.” She clung to him.

  “Breeding.” He had a different word for what they’d done…because it was different. It was unlike anything any of the other males had exposed her to. “That was all of it.”

  He rolled, taking her with him. She sprawled on top of him, riding the rise and fall of his chest, unable to think, to move, to do anything other than feel.

  Escaping her enslavement could wait for a few more planet rotations.

  A smile lifted her lips.

  She wanted to experience breeding again.

  Chapter Nine

  Dissent established a routine over the next three planet rotations.

  The rest cycle was spent with Greer and Nibbler.

  He listened to the miljoonasuut’s complaints and fed him. The creature remained in the repaired cleansing chamber. His movements were restricted to a large square constructed of stone tiles. A covering cloth hung from the ceiling, casting a shadow upon the area. The rest of the space was illuminated.

  The light served as a barrier. Nibbler remained on the darkened square.

  The main chamber, now cleaned and restocked with beverage and nourishment, was reserved for Dissent’s female. He bred with her numerous times during the rest cycle and held her as she slept, unable to fully absorb she was his.