by Piper Stone
Rogue
By
Piper Stone
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Rogue
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This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
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Chapter One
Earth—2165
Noire
You’re a shameful dirty slut who needs punishment. You’re worthless and deserve harsh discipline.
I shivered, almost saying the sentiment out loud. My ex-boyfriend and I had argued almost daily, his push to have me submit in every manner the final straw. When he’d left, slamming the door in my face, he’d issued the statement, as if I cared. Sadly, the damning words had been with me for two years, perhaps the only reason I was able to slide into a different personality, forgoing every rule that had been drilled into me since I was a child. I wasn’t the kind who accepted any form of discipline, my formidable reputation had squelched any chance of promotion within my ranks, and it had probably even negated the possibility of me finding a new relationship.
Not that I wanted one, especially after the asshole who’d made that very statement to me the night he walked out of my life.
Good. Fucking. Riddance.
He had said a hell of a lot more than that, including the fact I was some kind of freak.
Granted, I would never be normal. I could never crave a traditional relationship. I’d never dreamed of a white dress and a lavish wedding. I was flawed, damaged, even broken. At least that’s what the psyche evaluations had insinuated two years before. The stringent psychological exams were required by the government every five years, just another method of making certain no one broke the rules. I’d fooled them all, assuming a conservative personality while interviewing for the revered position with the Cyborg Rehabilitation Officers’ Network, CRON for short. If I hadn’t, I would not only have been denied the position, but possibly shoved into a looney bin.
What the fuckers didn’t know wouldn’t kill them. Right?
I parked my vehicle in what I knew to be a safe place, hidden from possible detection. The streets were dark, this section of town considered to be on the seedier side, only small sections having been rebuilt after the last war. I knew the area well.
And I was terrified out of my mind.
I’d heard about this place months before, even circling the area in my efforts to capture reprobates, the vile cyborg creatures who’d broken through their programming, threatening the lives of innocent human citizens.
Although I often wondered if they were truly innocent at all.
I’d seen so much violence and heartache during my tenure as an officer of the law. Times were dangerous for everyone, freedoms taken away in an effort to hunt down and imprison the dissidents and murderers who’d destroyed our former way of living. The realities of life after two horrific world wars had left me cold inside, our beautiful cities destroyed. It would take decades more to rebuild, but I continued to wonder about basic humanity.
What limited light there was created ominous shadows, larger than life figures that seemed to reach out at every corner, ready to devour all those who crossed its path.
I was more like a frightened little girl, no matter the tough personality I portrayed. I’d been told I needed protection, a man I could fall in love with. That didn’t seem to be in the cards. What dates I’d had since the jerk had never ignited my passion in any regard. That’s why I’d debated more than once coming to the secret bar at all.
In my world, women were required to be escorted out at night, the reason being that females needed protection—or what I called political propaganda. Between the rogue cyborgs and other monsters finding a way in through the walls of security, no one was safe in the darkness.
Unless they had a weapon.
I didn’t need a bodyguard tonight. I had enough firepower to handle any situation at my disposal. I simply needed respite from the doldrums of life.
Black Velvet had a decent enough reputation, easily checked with certain on the down-low connections. The location of the bar was off the radar, even though my gut told me the majority of police officers simply knew and looked the other way. As long as no crimes were committed, they left the bar and its patrons alone. I shuddered and glanced into the rearview mirror, making faces at the girl hidden underneath the extensive costume makeup. I’d selected to come on a night when everyone was required to be hidden behind some form of a mask—the only reason I’d felt comfortable enough to dare step foot inside. A masquerade party of sorts for the daring souls longing to find solace, if only for a night.
A scattered laugh left my ruby-stained lips before I found the courage to slide out of my vehicle, glancing up and down the street. There was no one in sight, although I suspected eyes were watching, but they weren’t of the human kind. Even the clandestine bar had its share of cyborgs, although from what I heard, the Black Velvet owners had taken great care in training the flesh and blood machines to satisfy their clients in order to pass as human. I laughed bitterly at the thought. I’d been trained to either arrest or kill rogue cybernetic units on sight and here I was, going to a bar in which I could share drinks and dancing with one or more of them.
Even fucking—if I would be that bold.
Another shiver slithered down my spine. I had to be out of my mind to come here, but my fantasies had been skewing my daylight hours, forcing me to make an interesting choice. Attending a party at the bar and maybe finding someone to share a few steamy hours with seemed safer than agreeing to an illicit encounter. At least I’d been recommended by the only girlfriend I had, her good word the only reason I’d be allowed entrance. She’d bugged me for three months to walk on the wild side. A slight smile crossed my face. Sheila’s transfer to another city had left me feeling more alone than ever.
My heels clipped on the broken pavement as I headed for the dilapidated sidewalk, pulling the collar of the coat around my neck. Where I was going, I couldn’t afford to be recognized by another CRON officer searching for reprobates. I knew where some of the machines lived, especially in this section of town. They weren’t on my target list, even though they were fully aware of my title and position and by all rights, I should arrest them. However, some had proven to be damn good informants, so I ignored them. They simply allowed me to be more efficient in exchange for keeping their secret.
I moved quietly, keeping close to the burned-out buildings until I turned a corner, almost hyperventilating. The single light was a sweet beacon of relief. The card Sheila had given me months before would allow me direct access to the sec
retive club-like atmosphere. Once inside, I would merely become a customer searching for relaxation and a stiff drink.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
Sweet Lord above, could I actually do this? Maybe I wasn’t the tough girl after all. No, this was just about having a few drinks and mingling. I could leave any time I wanted. Trembling, I smoothed down my skirt for the fourth time before managing to place my hand around the doorknob, turning it after a full thirty seconds.
The bouncer was delicious eye candy, standing at over six and a half feet tall; he gave me a body check, searching for any weapons. Even that was titillating.
“Don’t cause any trouble,” he muttered before pocketing the card. Obtaining another one would take a permanent customer’s personal invitation. Given the butterflies in my stomach, I wasn’t certain there would be another time.
Taking several deep breaths, I checked the coat and smoothed down the leather skirt yet again before glancing into the main room. The crowd of people wasn’t as huge as I’d anticipated, no doubt because of the recent raids occurring in close proximity. Still, the music was intoxicating and people on the dance floor lively.
I knew if my secret getaway was discovered, my job would end without a question asked and there would be no redemption. However, I craved the freedom of living life the way I wanted, hungering to flirt and drink the night away. I’d read about such luxurious evenings in ancient magazines, highlighting pictures of swanky bars and clubs, full of musicians and women in decadent clothing. Black Velvet certainly wasn’t The Ritz, but I could pretend to be anybody I wanted tonight.
I felt like a little girl lost, especially when dozens of faces peered in my direction, both males and females checking out the new stock. I was nothing more than a piece of meat. I almost chickened out until I remembered everything that Sheila had told me, time and time again.
“You can be anyone you want without fear of being watched or criticized. You can pretend that life outside the walls is everything we’ve read about; blue skies and green grass, picnics and parties. Plus, you’ll find a hunky man who’ll give you a hard spanking.”
I would never forget her raucous laughter, her green eyes lighting up any room she entered. She’d been the only person in my life who’d heard all the wretched stories about my ex, pushing me to find someone else. I brushed my fingers across my lips, trying to push back a moan bubbling up from my throat. I made my way through the crowd, hearing at least a dozen scandalous comments. Everyone was hungry tonight.
A moment of shame slithered into my system, a reminder that I shouldn’t be doing this for a solid half dozen reasons. What if a machine approached me? Would I actually allow a mechanical creature to fondle me? I’d certainly know the difference between a human and a body full of steel. I had enough experience, for God’s sake. I chuckled for a second, the laugh giving me more confidence. This was one night, nothing more. I didn’t have to come back and no matter if I allowed myself to play, I wasn’t using my real name. My fake date would never know anything about me.
I scanned the perimeter, drinking in the neon-infused atmosphere. Flashing lights appeared out of the shadows, following in time to the almost tribal strains of music. There seemed to be employees everywhere, keeping a watchful eye on the customers. At least I felt safe.
I found a seat at the bar, nodding to a young man serving drinks. He appeared as the rest of the staff did, dressed in all black. Everyone who worked here was rough around the edges, in my opinion, hiding behind some sort of a mask. Mine was simply dazzling makeup and a wig. I’d always wanted to be a blonde.
I felt all eyes on me from anyone within close proximity. My pussy clenched, vivid images floating back and forth, every one of them filled with pictures of strong and very handsome men. My legs were quivering, a clear indication that I was in way over my head. My ex’s words floated in the back of my mind.
Maybe I should just go.
Oh, no, the jerk wasn’t going to win. I was going to enjoy myself.
Fuck me.
Use me.
The words slithered back and forth, and anxiety was kicking my ass, a reminder that I was really a good little girl inside. I couldn’t just find a man. I wasn’t even certain any of them would be interested.
“I assure you that nothing will happen without your consent.” The deep voice was soothing, full of a comforting lilt.
I stole a glance at the bartender, chuckling when I saw his amused face. “That obvious?”
“I can always tell a newcomer. Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. Why don’t you have a drink and simply enjoy the scenery?” he suggested.
“Good idea. Whiskey?”
“A woman of discernable tastes. Comin’ right up and your first one is on the house.”
A simmer of heat washed over me, sliding straight up to my cheeks. I’d never felt so vulnerable in my life, but tonight was going to mean a new beginning. I could dream for the rest of my life or finally live out at least one of my fantasies. The crystal of whiskey arrived within seconds and the first sip was soothing, calming some of my nerves.
After three sips, I finally found the courage to swivel the barstool, gazing at the people gyrating on the dance floor. The various costumes were creative and colorful, far surpassing my makeshift outfit. I hid behind my drink, almost praying that no one asked me to dance. I wondered what Chris, my partner at work, would think if he caught me here. Would he turn me in to the CRON captain? He did tend to follow every rule. Nope. Chris would never, ever learn my secret.
After a few minutes, I shifted again and a man sitting at the end of the bar caught my attention. He was stunning enough with thick, dark hair and a look about him that screamed domination. His face was partially covered by a black mask and given his slick midnight attire, his persona oozed danger. My nipples tightened as he studied me, taking his time sipping the drink he had in front of him.
My pussy clenched, forcing me to cross then re-cross my legs. The wafting scent of my pussy juice gave me a series of shivers. He was rugged and gorgeous, and the kind of man sinful desires were made of. What little I could see of his face was chiseled to perfection, a strong jawline and voluptuous lips.
He finally walked in my direction, taking the seat next to me. My pussy was already wet with anticipation.
His dark and hungry gaze roamed down the length of me, finally settling on my eyes. A slight smile crossed his face seeing the glitter and sparkles adorning my face. The vivid colors had been drawn in different patterns, from butterflies to dragons, all in an attempt to hide the real woman inside.
Perhaps this was the real girl, the one longing for a passionate affair with no strings attached. I only wondered if I could actually go through with something so lurid. A moment of second guessing filtered in, filling me with worry. I should leave now before any real crime was committed.
“You’re a very beautiful woman,” he said in a casual fashion, not crowding my space, simply giving me a compliment. He inhaled, holding in his breath as he closed his eyes, a sensuous smile crossing his face. “Exquisite.”
“Thank you.” Electricity sparked between us, leaving my nipples aching. The attraction was off the chain, sending white-hot heat trickling into my pussy. I’d never had this kind of reaction with any man.
He swirled the liquid in his glass before taking a sip and I couldn’t help but study the outline of his sculpted muscles straining against his tight shirt.
“Did you come here by yourself?” The deep baritone was like smooth velvet.
“Perhaps,” I offered, turning my attention back to my drink.
“A woman who enjoys taking chances, even if she could be punished for her actions. If I may ask, what is your name?”
“Eve.” Punished? I shivered from the word alone. That wasn’t going to happen.
“Good to meet you, Eve,” he said, the husky timbre seductive in nature.
“And you?” My nickname suited the girl inside. I concentrated on his massive hands, musc
ular with long fingers. I envisioned the very same hand cupping my breast, flicking his finger back and forth across my nipple. The erotic thought left me breathless, sitting still becoming uncomfortable as pussy juice trickled into my panties.
“Simply call me... Master.”
“Master? What exactly are you the master of?”
He chuckled, his eyes narrowing. “Punishment for bad little girls who disobey the rules.” He swirled the tip of his finger around the thick rim of his glass. I could almost hear his perfectly manicured nail clicking.
For a few seconds, I was at a loss for words, and that never happened to me. “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”
Fuck me. Use me.
I was actually thinking the words. Whew. I inhaled his exotic scent and was thrown even further into a delicious and very dark game. And the best part?
He was all red-blooded male.
“I’m certain that you can, but here you are, disobeying the simplest rule by coming to a bar all by yourself. Are you looking for discipline?”
“Oh, hell, no!” I shuddered at the thought.
“You either know that you need structure in your life or you’re playing a game. Which is it, Eve?” His dark eyes drilled into mine. “I don’t like game-players of any kind.”
“I’ve always known I needed rules in my life, but I have difficulty following them.” I was sitting with a stranger, yet the words were easy to say, even easier to admit. It was as if this man was seeing right through me, past the makeup and cheap wig, but I certainly wasn’t ready for any kind of discipline.
“Then you do need a firm hand. A hard spanking could certainly help you begin your path to salvation.”
Salvation. The word seemed almost out of place if it weren’t for the fact that’s exactly what I’d always felt. “I don’t think so.” I moved off the seat, unsure of my arousal for this man. A spanking? The guy was out of his mind.
The man calling himself Master rose from the seat, towering over me. He wrapped his hand around my wrist, fingering my skin. Tingles raced down my spine, sending a shower of electric sparks into every cell. I was so attracted to him, more so than I cared to admit.