by Piper Stone
Lifting my cock, she licked down the underside, dragging the tip of her tongue around my balls in lazy circles. As she pumped the base of my shaft, she sucked on one testicle, her jaw muscles creating a perfect amount of pressure.
I rolled onto the balls of my feet, shoving my cock closer.
Noire moved to my other swollen ball, licking and sucking before taking the entire sac into her mouth. The heat was extraordinary, driving me into a different state of mind. I was nothing but a beast, a monster longing to ravage every inch of her. I wouldn’t be able to get enough of this fascinating creature.
She was all mine, my possession.
I heard a rumble in my chest as she licked back up, taking my cockhead into her mouth. Hot and wet, her tongue drifted back and forth as the growl erupted from my mouth, floating up toward the ceiling. I fisted her hair, holding on as she sucked me, taking me down an inch at a time. I was shattered beyond understanding, completely on fire as she opened her mouth wider, taking more. And more.
I knew I was a dangerous man, capable of doing terrible things. I was strong and virulent, enraged by everything that I’d gone through.
And I could hurt her.
Even as I adored her.
The thought forced me to tamp back my excitement as the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. Her small hand continued stroking the base, twisting and turning, the friction driving me utterly insane. Even her soft mewing sounds escaping around the thick invasion was a powerful intoxicating moment. Taking several deep breaths, I held it, enjoying the pressure on my chest. The effect was calming, a reminder that for tonight, I was very much a human.
Noire moved up and down, suckling sounds erupting my concentration. I gazed down at her with hazy eyes, struggling to regulate my actions. I could have control.
I would have control.
She seemed to sense my concerns and pulled back, peering up at me. There was no mistaking her rampant hunger even as she questioned what was happening between us, how this could happen. I could read her mind. All she could think about was the fact I was a machine.
An android.
A cyborg.
A scrap of metal.
But as she rose onto her knees, licking drops of pre-cum from her lips, I could see something else.
Her submission.
* * *
Noire
I had to be dreaming. There was no way I was fucking a machine who’d broken into my home, taking me without hesitation. None.
But I was.
And what was worse? I wanted it. I was like a wild animal in heat, craving the darkness that only he could provide. He’d seen right through me, all the lies and masks, all the innuendos and fears. He. Knew. Me. The actual real woman. Master. The forbidden bar. I simply couldn’t think straight, but the husky and very commanding voice I could never forget. How had he been at the club? Maybe they’d already released him to the world.
The thought was far too incredible to comprehend.
I am your master. The scattered words reverberated in my mind as I touched my lips. The kiss had been surreal, more passionate than any in my life. I was still shaking from his feast on my pussy, his actions forcing my body to react wildly. The orgasm had been the most amazing of my life.
I was woozy, lightheaded, and unable to discern reality from my intense imagination, but whatever this was, I wanted it more than breathing.
I reached for his cock again, sliding my finger across the slit, my cunt quivering with need. He allowed the move, staring down at me, watching, his eyes drilling into mine.
The cyborg brushed his hands through his hair, his chest rising and falling. “I need more.”
“More?” I didn’t need the answer. I knew exactly what he meant.
All of me.
Panting, I moved backward on the bed, uncertain of what he was doing. My heart raced and even though I tried desperately to control my breathing, bursts of air floated past my lips in ragged pants.
I hadn’t really captured his rugged good looks before. He was exquisite in design, broad shoulders that commanded a room, a carved chest, and a muscular abdomen that was sculpted to perfection. He was all hard body and in truth, all male. Even the dark stubble on his face was attractive, highlighting his shimmering eyes. The taste of his cock was musky and salty, the scent pungent. I savored the flavor of his cum, wanting my mouth filled. I had no understanding of how this was happening, but I wanted more.
A range of emotions swept through me as he leered down, pushing his pants past his chiseled hips. Lust. Shame. Fear. He’d ravaged me, violating my asshole and I wanted to beg him to shove his cock there. How could I want this? He was capable of tearing a machine apart, let alone a man.
Or a woman.
But I didn’t see that in his eyes. What I did see was total and complete domination. I was his possession. Instead of being terrified, I was enraptured.
When he crawled onto the bed, there was a sense of purpose on his stern face. He had the most penetrating eyes as he lifted and turned me with one hand, plopping me in the opposite direction. When he wrapped his hand around my hair, yanking back my head, I gasped and dug my nails into the comforter. What the hell was he going to do?
“You thrive on punishment,” he stated, his tone slickened with a dangerous tone.
“I...” I’d opened up to a stranger, telling him everything I desired in a few seconds. If I’d known the man at the club was a machine, I would never have...
Was I lying to myself?
A flicked of shame rolled through me, making it difficult to face my desires.
He didn’t bother wasting time waiting for me to answer. As his massive hand smacked hard against my bottom, I was pushed forward from the force. I was so shaken that there was no pain, only a moment of being stunned.
Then he did it again.
And again.
Moving from one ass cheek to the other, his spanks were swift and harsh, yet more controlled than I would have imagined. I was thrown into an alternate world, the rational side trying to pull me back into reality, but I no longer wanted to be there. I enjoyed this. How could I? Oh, sweet God. I clenched my eyes shut, trying to figure out why this seemed right. No, I craved this to the point I was jutting back my hips, begging for the next severe smack.
Discipline. Domination. Sex.
Shame.
My mind was completely muddled.
Pain trickled up from my calves, shooting up along the backs of my thighs. I could feel the heat on my bottom as the spanking continued. He wasn’t slowing down. This... cyborg was punishing me for all my wretched deeds, for being a bad little girl.
This amazing machine let go of my hair, placing his hand on the small of my back as the punishment continued. Electricity danced off the end of his fingers, rocketing into my cells and muscles. This was the exact way I thought it would be after the jazzed connection from before. But how? This made no sense.
“Don’t!” I huffed, flailing my arm.
“Hold your position or your punishment will be worse.”
I whimpered and whined, my body shaking. Pain turned into anguish and I pleaded with him to stop. I could no longer see or even think clearly as his strikes became like a perfect orchestra, moving back and forth. I’d never experienced such rhythm. I realized my legs were sliding open. Wider. Even wider still. I hunkered down, pressing my face against the bedding and the air wafting across my swollen pussy lips became an aphrodisiac.
You shameful hussy. You worthless woman.
The voice of my ex-boyfriend screamed into my ear, the name calling continuing.
Bitch. Slut. Whore.
I was all those things and more.
His fingers came down on my cunt, smacking me once, twice then a third time. I was so startled I yelped and every part of me was tingling. He repeated the move again and I concentrated on the sound of his wrist snapping. Damn, it felt so good until I was slip sliding into total nirvana.
“Now, I fuck you.”
The words were so crisp yet so matter of fact, as if there was no decision to be made. I took several deep breaths as he rolled me onto my back, leaning over me as he pushed my legs up and out to the sides. I palmed his chest, trying to gather a sense of this creature as he lowered his body until the tip of his cock was hitting my slickened pussy.
He gazed down at me, unblinking. I didn’t need his voice to command me to yield to him, surrender to the massive cyborg who would take all of me.
I was shaken. I was enthralled. I wrapped my legs around his hips, my entire core on fire. When he pushed the tip inside, spreading me wider, I jerked up from the bed. There was no way I could take his girth. He was larger than any man I’d had before, but as he slipped inside, spreading my muscles, I gasped from exasperation as well as bliss.
Tipping his head back, he let out a strangled moan as he began pumping in and out, slamming his hips against me. He filled me so utterly and completely that I closed my eyes, trying to control my rational mind. There was no way.
He pulled all the way out then thrust in again. And again.
This felt so good even though everything about this was wrong. I wasn’t allowed to be with a cyborg. I couldn’t touch one, let alone have sex.
Sinful.
Shameful.
I was wallowing in ecstasy as the hard fucking continued and just when I thought he would explode deep inside, he pulled me up and onto his lap, straddling him. He cupped my bruised ass, his grip firm and his eyes imploring.
I licked my lips, squeezing my cunt muscles. The angle had driven the tip next to my G-spot and I was shaking from adrenaline as well as desperate need. I began to ride him, concentrating on the way my slickened pussy accepted his thick shaft. I finally let go, my arms draped around his shoulders, moving in a crazed fashion. His burning eyes never left me and barely blinked as I continued, going up and down, my breasts bouncing.
He was so hot to the touch, his skin as if on fire. His condition matched mine, electric shards shooting up the backs of my legs. The harder I rode him, the firmer his grip became, and we moved together in perfect unison.
“All of you. Mine.”
His words burned into my very soul but there was no answer, no logic that would make this situation anything but what it was, a fantasy.
A growl leaving his lips, he pushed me off and stood, twisting and yanking my body to the edge of the bed. I took several gulping breaths as he planted my knees far apart, smacking my ass twice more. I knew what he meant and what he was going to do.
As he ran his finger between my ass cheeks, I tried not to tense, but every part of me was shaking. He wiggled his thumb into my dark hole again, just like he’d done before, seating the entire digit all the way inside. There was no pain, just an acceptance of what he was about to do.
He slid his other hand between my legs, fingering my clit, flicking the tip back and forth. Then he pinched. I was shocked how delicious the pain really was. I clung to the bedding, arching my back as he replaced his thumb with the tip of his cock. I held my breath, lights flashing in front of my watering eyes as he pressed his shaft inside, hitting the tight ring of muscle.
He hesitated for only a few seconds before driving the entire length inside, gripping my hips with both hands. The pressure was tremendous and all I could think about was how to explain this, even to myself. Could I look myself in the mirror? Could I handle the outcome?
I almost burst into laughter until he pulled out, slamming into me again. And again. There was suddenly no sound but skin slapping against skin, drowning out the wild beating of my heart.
“Pain. Pleasure. Discipline. Domination.” The deep baritone of his voice chilled me. He was so right. I was being taken like a wild animal, savagely and I’d never been happier. Harder. Faster. I was taken to a surreal moment, no longer capable of thinking anything.
He’d captured me.
He’d taken me.
The man who called himself my master.
And I was more satisfied than I dared to admit.
A machine...
Chapter Six
Noire
An odd ringing noise drew me from a deep slumber. Opening my eyes, I winced and rolled over, covering my head with the blanket but the sound persisted. After a few seconds, I realized it had to be coming from my communications band. I slapped my hand on the pillow, freezing as an image rushed into the forefront of my brain.
A naked man, a hard spanking and... Sex. “What?” I rolled over, staring at the window, trying to rationalize what continued to float by in an endless loop. He was sexy and exciting, and he’d taken me. Wait, he’d broken into my apartment and...
Panting, I blinked several times in an effort to figure out what the hell was going on. The cyborg! Shit. Jerking to a sitting position, I tried to remember where I’d left my weapon. It certainly wasn’t where I left it every night, next to me on the nightstand. I held my breath, fighting the fear trickling up from my toes. Everything was quiet, at least for a few seconds, but my heart was racing to the point I had difficulty breathing. “You’re losing your mind.” The slim light of daybreak made me pause. I’d actually gotten some sleep, albeit not dreamless.
Images of the sexy machine filtered into my mind once again. Even my nipples were aching, sore as if they’d been toyed with. Of course, the dark little bar. I’d fused the dream and the real experience together and I had to admit, the one with the cyborg was even better than the human male I’d spent time with two nights before.
Although they were definitely a lot alike.
A nagging remained in the back of my mind. I shifted my hand between my legs. The insides of my thighs were sticky. “No. No!” Laughing, I tugged the covers closer to my neck, trying to think rationally. Okay, so I’d had a very wet dream. That had happened before.
I brushed the back of my arm across my mouth. I’d even been drooling. What was going on with me? Fuck. The sleeping pills. The ring occurred again, shaking me to some sense of normalcy. I certainly hadn’t imagined hearing the call.
Doing my best to shake it off, I struggled to get out of bed, grabbing the band from the counter in the bathroom. “Richardson.”
“Sorry to disturb your beauty sleep, but there’s been another occurrence.”
My captain was exasperated, more so than I was used to. The man never broke a sweat. Ever. “What is it this time?”
“The Cyborg Services Facility.”
“Don’t tell me the damn reprobate we brought in escaped.” I had to fight to keep from laughing. That would certainly put me into a nasty mood.
“Not even close. Get your ass in gear because you and your partner are on this case. We have a live one on our hands and this time, the cyborg is considered lethal.”
* * *
“Tell me exactly what happened again?” I stood in the middle of the hallway of the cyborg facility and I had to admit, at least to myself, that the level of destruction was shocking. The entire place looked like a cyclone had blown through. Even a portion of the building had been burned after chemicals had been tossed and dumped. I eased my way over a pile of broken glass, shaking my head given the level of destruction.
I could see the cyborg’s face in my mind. The night before had been a dream only, fabulous but just a dream.
Or maybe I was losing my mind.
I’d checked through my entire apartment, no sign of a visitor in the middle of the night. The only reason I thought what I’d experienced hadn’t been just a fantasy was because of the scent of sex covering every inch of my body. Still, I was in a fog, trying to recollect details, finding it much more difficult than I wanted to admit. Given the cyborg had actually escaped, all the excuses I’d found seemed impossible. I was trying to keep my shit together.
Still, there wasn’t a single person I was going to tell the story to. They’d never believe me. Now this. I rubbed my aching eyes, trying to make sense of everything. I made a mental note to toss the pills. If I had this kind of reaction t
o them, I couldn’t risk another round. I had to stay alert, especially given the weight of this case. A prized cyborg escaping. This had to be news at eleven all over the world.
I recognized the room, the very location I’d locked eyes with what had to be the most human-looking cyborg I’d ever seen. His face would forever haunt me, but his jeweled eyes were devastating in their beauty and depth. I’d thought about our encounter far too many times. Why? What did the machine matter? I fought a whimper bubbling in my throat. I certainly didn’t believe in coincidences and the fact this unit had escaped only hours after our... connection was disconcerting.
I’m coming for you...
And he found you, used you.
It wasn’t possible. There was no chance that the cyborg unit had that level of human desire or the programming to hunt for sexual purposes. At least that’s what I should be thinking. What had occurred between us was the kind of passion reserved for humans. And what about the club? Did he just meander into the establishment, find a hot woman to spank and have sex with? Right. I bit back a laugh. There was no defining what had occurred.
What if it’s true? The nagging voice inside my head was active today.
If I was determined to believe it for a second, then I had to think objectively. What I did remember was his absolute obsessive qualities, as if he’d been commanded to come to me. Unfortunately, the timing of the cyborg escaping and what I was beginning to believe was an actual visit to my apartment were far too coincidental.
Chris narrowed his eyes, giving me ‘that’ look. I brushed it off, offering a nod of my head. I needed additional time to process before I bought the fantasy.
My thoughts drifted to everything my father had told me, all with a sense of pride. He knew that one day, machines and humans would work alongside each other, creating a new world.
Sorry, Daddy. I have a terrible feeling that you’re wrong.
He’d certainly never mentioned that we could fuck. A warm flush swept up from my clenching pussy, sliding ever so slowly into my neck. I swallowed several times before wiping the beads of perspiration from my face.