Cyborg Fury: A Science Fiction Cyborg Romance (Burning Metal Book 2)

by Lisa Lace

  “Thank you.” Natasha breathed the words. Her hands shook so badly that she almost couldn’t hook up all the wires and tubes. She closed the door and pushed it until she heard a click - then pushed it again just to be sure it was closed.

  “Goodnight, Fury.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Deep in the middle of the night, when the excitement of the day had dissipated, there was a stirring in the basement of the Daniels house. Natasha had gone to sleep long before.

  Fury’s interface turned itself on without being activated. A bright green box that focused on and identified the objects around him overlaid everything. Fury queried his system for any new information, but his library was months old. The only fresh data was his interaction with the woman. He began to process the day’s events.

  Fury had not seen Neil Daniels for days. He didn’t know where Dr. Daniels was, and no one had assigned him a new commander. Without a clear chain of command, Fury was prepared to start giving himself orders, if necessary. But the woman called herself a similar name, and he was willing to play along with her. Fury had seen Natasha here before, but she hadn’t acted like a superior. She had screamed and flailed like he was pointing a weapon at her.

  After Natasha had disappeared up the stairs, she had briefly reappeared to retrieve a device from the work table. He had been programmed with a directive long ago to avoid looking anyone in the eye. He saw no reason to disobey this command, but he remained aware of her presence.

  Her uniform looked nothing like that of his previous commander. Fury activated his scanners to learn more about this new superior officer. She wore tiny garments underneath her outfit. One of them wrapped around her waist and clung tightly to her ass. In the front, it dipped down between her legs. The structure of wire and fabric she wore around the top supported a pair of perky, round breasts. His infrared filter revealed that these articles of clothing covered the hottest parts of her body. He was not able to finish a complete analysis before she disappeared again.

  When the woman returned, Fury once again used his system to process her. Facial recognition did not register her, and he could not download external information about her. His computers were active but not connected to the network. He was going to need time to evaluate her thoroughly.

  She ordered him to leave his cell. Fury followed orders and stepped to the center of the room. Just as he was about to scan her again, his system shut down. He had no files to access, no directives, and even his weapons system was down. He was alone.

  The woman touched his arm with light and gentle fingers. He could feel her pulse, slow and steady before it increased to a quickening staccato rhythm until it synchronized with his. She watched a small device on her wrist as she went through this process, but he could not understand the purpose of it.

  “Return to your cell, please,” she said.

  Fury didn’t move. His built-in computer did not give him a precalculated conclusion. He was not sure if he should obey or disobey the woman. Something began to invade his thoughts. It was an idea that didn’t come from his processor. Before the seed could germinate in his mind, his interface activated again. It warmed up immediately and put the ever-present green boxes around potential targets. Though nothing in his system required him to follow the woman’s orders, he had complied so far.

  He decided to return to his cell as ordered. The woman had to lean into the box so she could reattach him to the machinery. He could feel the brush of her hair and smell her scent. The woman’s breath felt hot against his neck as she leaned in closely to connect his biochip. Her entire body trembled, quivering against him as she worked.

  A wave of heat took over his body, emanating from between his legs and rising through his body. His interface, which alerted him about any major malfunctions in his body, didn’t register an anomaly. Fury had no name for the sensation and no orders telling him what to do.

  The cell door closed, and the life support system deactivated him before he could perform further analysis.

  Chapter Twelve

  Too distracted to focus on her job, Natasha struggled through the beginning of the work-week. She barely listened to her patients when they came into the exam room, instead finding herself preoccupied with looking at the hard bodies under civilian clothes. Some had discovered a great enthusiasm for food, beer, or both, and their once fit bodies were beginning to go soft. For the out-of-shape cyborgs, Natasha prescribed a demanding regimen of vigorous exercise.

  There were others whose only hobbies were continuing to train like they were still soldiers. They had straight spines, firm arm muscles, and broad shoulders. They reminded Natasha of the cyborg in her basement, whose toned body couldn’t be hidden by any clothing.

  The line of thought made her realize that Fury was shockingly fit despite his time away from Cyborg Sector. Natasha wondered if her father had let him out to exercise. She would have to review the logs again.

  “What do you think I should do?” The patient’s question startled Natasha back to reality.

  “I’m sure everything will be okay. The real world can be a big adjustment,” Natasha blurted out. She had a canned response to almost every problem presented by her patients. They could solve most of their problems with perspective and time, but she didn’t want to let a deranged cyborg slip through the program either. “Why don’t you go over your symptoms with me again?”

  After Natasha had finished talking to the cyborg, she returned to the front desk and looked at her schedule for the rest of the afternoon. “Rough day?” Brittney asked.

  “You could say that. I’m not sleeping well. I can’t seem to keep my attention on my patients.” Natasha slumped against the counter as she scanned the appointment chart.

  “That’s understandable. You’ve been through a lot. You have to give yourself time. Don’t forget that we’re going out tonight.”

  “What? I think I forgot already.”

  Brittney sighed. She had expected this reaction. “Mexican and margaritas with the girls, remember? You already said you would go, so you can’t back out now.”

  “Oh, right.” It was only a vague memory at this point. They had scheduled the outing before John had come over, and her brain had been too full in the meantime to think about girls night out.

  “It’s going to be great. You’ll see!”

  When Natasha pulled up to The Spicy Jalapeno on the south side of town, she wasn’t sure anything was going to be great. The restaurant was strung with many small lights, and colorful signs hung everywhere reminding patrons of the drink specials. The atmosphere reminded her of an eternal Cinco de Mayo, and it turned her stomach. Finding the rest of her group was easy. They sat at a long table in the center of the room where young, dark men were already putting large glasses of alcohol into their hands.

  “Yay! Natasha! I’m so glad you’re here!” Brittney jumped up to give her a hug. “Sergio, get my girl the biggest margarita you have!” The young waiter grinned and hurried off to the kitchen to comply.

  “I’m not drinking too much tonight, Brittney. I still have to drive home.”

  The blonde waved off her concerns. “Don’t be silly. One of us can give you a ride if you get too sloppy.”

  They sat at the table with several other women from the office. Chitchat began soon enough, starting with hearsay about when the next meeting was and which department would get audited next. The conversation quickly moved to who was sleeping around in the office.

  “I heard that Jordan and Sandy were caught fucking in the copy room.” The news came from Barbara, a heavyset woman who ran a reception desk in the large building. “They were up on the machine when the boss walked in on them!”

  “That must be a new thing,” Georgia spoke up. She was a skinny brunette with large glasses. “I’ve heard that Jennifer has been crawling under Mr. Harrison’s desk and giving him blowjobs for months.”

  “That would explain her sudden promotion,” Natasha muttered. “I can’t blame her. It isn’t
like she had enough talent to climb the corporate ladder herself.” She felt catty talking behind someone’s back, but the other women laughed. Natasha found herself starting to relax. She had missed interaction with other women.

  “And what about you, Miss Sexy Nurse?” Barbara asked with a gleam in her eye. “A little bird told me that you’re making regular trips down to the Tech Department. Does John know how to light up your circuit board?”

  Natasha choked, and her margarita nearly shot out of her nose. “Who told you that? I talked with him for a moment in the break room, but that was it.”

  The large woman shrugged. “It’s just one of those things going around, I suppose. Were you flirting or something? We all know that you separated from your husband. You have a right to fool around if you want to.”

  Though the rumor was wrong, Barbara’s attitude about it was correct. Natasha didn’t have to follow any rules. Soon she would file divorce papers, and Nick had not let wedding vows stand in the way of a good time. Natasha wasn’t sleeping with John, or even flirting with him. But she could if she wanted to. Hell, she could fuck the entire office.

  Since her mind was preoccupied with thoughts about Nick and relieving her anger, Natasha didn’t notice how quickly she sipped the margarita. Sergio had followed directions and brought her a large one. She could wrap both of her hands around the bowl and still have room left over. The room spun around her slightly, and she put her feet flat on the floor to stabilize herself.

  “Are you all right?” Brittney asked.

  Natasha tried to nod. The entire restaurant seemed to move instead of her head. “I’m feeling great, to tell you the truth. It’s been a long time since I had a drink.” Despite the dizziness, Natasha felt relaxed and happy. And incredibly horny. She glanced around the room, but there were no large, sexy men waiting for her to jump them. “I think it’s time for me to go home.”

  “I’m headed that way myself. I’ll give you a ride,” Brittney offered.

  By the time the blonde pulled her blue coupe to the curb in front of the Daniels house, Natasha’s drunkenness had subsided to a pleasant buzz. She tripped slightly as she got out of the car.

  “Do you need me to come in with you?” Brittney asked.

  “No, I can take care of myself. I’ll see you tomorrow!” Natasha waved a little too enthusiastically and let herself in the front door.

  The house was quiet, as usual. Natasha could lay in bed and watch TV until she fell asleep, but she craved something more exciting than television. She didn’t know what she was searching for, exactly. Dropping her purse on a dining chair, Natasha slowly and carefully descended the stairs, clinging tightly to the handrail.

  Fury hadn’t moved from where she had left him on Sunday, standing in his cell. There was no hesitation tonight as Natasha punched in the code and swung open the door. Her hands were steady as she removed the tubes and wires. “It’s time for you to come out.”

  The cyborg hesitated again, just as he had the other day. Natasha was tipsy but hadn’t lost her memory. “Come out,” she repeated.

  The bright blue of the cyborg’s eyes focused on the far side of the room, but his gaze slowly slid down until he was staring at Natasha. Without breaking eye contact, Fury stepped out of the cell, putting his body directly in front of her. Natasha had to tip her head almost all the way up to meet his gaze.

  Natasha gulped with fear. Was this the part of the movie where the unpredictable cyborg murdered a woman in her basement? She would be no match for Fury. If he decided he wanted to crush her in an instant, she would be helpless to stop him.

  A tingling sensation rippled through Natasha as she realized how close he was, and she immediately took a step backward. The cyborg matched her movement, striding forward once again. “You are a great big hunk of meat, aren’t you?” she whispered. Then she shook her head. She wasn’t here to gawk at the soldier.

  “I forgot my equipment upstairs. I command you to stay where you are until I return.” Natasha was taking a risk by leaving Fury out unsupervised, but it would only be for a minute while she retrieved some syringes she stole from the office. Without waiting for a reply, she moved back toward the stairs.

  “No.”

  The finality in his voice made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Natasha turned around to face him. “What did you say?”

  Cyborgs did not say “no” when authorized superiors gave them orders. Something was wrong. Natasha had wondered many times why the cyborg was named Fury. Now she was beginning to understand.

  “You heard me. No.” Fury marched toward Natasha until they were once again only inches apart. “Come here.” With a swiftness that made him impossible to resist, Fury reached out and grabbed her by the hips. He pulled her to his body, pressing against her so tightly that she could feel the bulge between his legs.

  “Fury, return to your cell.” Natasha could hear the weakness in her voice. She knew that she had to regain control of the situation. At the same time, it felt good to feel his heat thrusting against her. How long had it been since someone had both desired her and made her want him as well?

  He didn’t bother speaking again, instead covering her mouth with his. It was warm and wet and promised of things to come. She would have expected a cyborg to be cold and stiff, to not remember what to do with a woman, but Fury knew. His tongue slipped between her lips to explore her mouth. She allowed her tongue to do the same.

  Natasha forced herself to break away from the cyborg, resolving once again to order him back into the cell. She would have to lock the door and never open it again unless there was someone else with her. Before she could speak, his hands worked their way up to the hem of her shirt. With a single loud, rending sound, he tore it from Natasha’s body.

  “Fury!”

  The cyborg was on a mission, and he was not going to listen to someone else’s orders. He yanked at Natasha’s jeans, which were more stubborn than her tiny cotton top. The button snapped and flew across the room. Her pants came off and lay in a crumpled heap on the floor.

  Without a conscious decision, her hands began fumbling with the clasp on Fury’s khakis. She wanted to see what his pants were hiding and explore the cock inside, which seemed eager to get out and explore her as well. The hardness was distracting as her fingers brushed against his erection. Natasha couldn’t get his pants off.

  Fury’s hands deftly worked as they whisked off her bra and panties, leaving her exposed and naked in front of him. Natasha pulled her hands away from his waistline in a futile attempt to cover herself, but he grabbed her wrists and yanked them back out of the way. His bright eyes roved over the landscape of her body, drinking her in eagerly. The cyborg tipped his head back and roared, a sound of rage and instinct that rattled through the house and settled in her bones. The sound penetrated to her core, making her instantly wet.

  Natasha had no more chances to remove Fury’s clothes. He ripped at them himself, careless of the sounds of shredding material and popping stitches. The muscles that she had dreamed of and fantasized about soon came to fruition before her eyes, gleaming in the fluorescent lights. His wide shoulders tapered to a toned waistline. A treasure trail of dark hair brought her eyes farther down to his cock, which stood erect and waiting for her.

  There was only a split second in which the two of them stood together, taking each other in with their eyes before Fury was on her again. He brought her to the floor and positioned himself over her, holding himself up comfortably with his arms. She pressed her hands against his chest. “We could go upstairs,” she whispered. “Do this in my bedroom.” It was a desperate move. She didn’t want him to stop, but maybe the distraction would be enough to control the situation again.

  “No,” came Fury’s husky reply. His eyes seemed dangerous as they glared down at her and put her instantly under his spell. “We’ll do it here and now.” He plunged inside her, eager for his cock to explore her core. He pulsed and gyrated, thrusting until every inch of his shaft was burie
d deep within her.

  Despite the shock, Natasha felt her body reacting to the cyborg’s needs. The nurse knew she shouldn’t let him do this, but she was powerless to stop him even if she wanted to. And she didn’t want to. The cyborg had told her what to do, and the redhead only thought about pleasing him. He knew what he wanted, and she had no choice but to give it to him.

  Natasha spread her legs wide, allowing him to go in deeper, faster, pushing himself to her center. Fury filled her as he crammed himself inside to the base of his cock, balls smacking into her ass with each thrust. The size of his erection matched the size of his body, strong and thick, and she needed it desperately. Her arms went around Fury’s neck, lifting her head up and preventing it from hitting the hard floor. Natasha wrapped her legs around him, letting him have everything she had.

  The cyborg picked up the pace, pounding her faster as he came closer to cumming. The nurse released herself to him, tightening her pussy until she found her body tensing like a clenched fist. She grew wetter, coating his hard shaft as it invaded the hot depths of her body. Her nipples became hard as they rubbed against his chest. Natasha’s throat grew dry and a ball of energy coalesced inside of her.

  Fury was slamming her into the concrete now. Her pain only heightened the pleasure as the male behemoth took what he wanted. She needed this. She deserved this. She was going to come, and she didn’t even need foreplay if she could get a good hard fuck from a real man. “Fuck me,” she moaned. She didn’t know if he understood her, but a shiver went down her spine. “Fuck me harder.” The cyborg was not only taking, he was giving Natasha what she had been craving.

  The cyborg complied with her demands, pumping faster and harder as he plowed her against the hard floor. The friction finally made her lose control. Natasha burst inside, seeing stars as her center of pleasure rippled around him. She cried out and clutched Fury’s back, digging her nails into his muscles. His cock grew even wider as her pussy contracted around it, and Fury moaned as his seed spilled inside her. The two of them collapsed fully onto the floor, a pile of sweaty, naked bodies. She could feel the heat and wetness of his cum as it spilled out.