Rogue: A Dark Cyborg Romance

by Piper Stone

  She’d pressed her face into the blanket, her grip on the material firm. There were no sounds, no crying or whimpering, but the rise and fall of her back was a clear indication the punishment enticed her.

  After warming her up, I caressed her skin again, digging my fingers into her soft flesh. “Whoever led you to believe that you’re broken and incapable of being loved is a fool.” Grabbing the paddle, I wasted no time in smacking both cheeks several times, making them very solid and methodical.

  Yelping, she took several breaths as her body undulated, the force pushing her into the cot. Then she rose onto her hands, arching her back and tossing her head.

  She was begging for more.

  I smacked her again. And again. The sound of the wood hitting her skin was melodic, the thudding noise filling my ears and creating more anguish between my legs. The act made me delirious, even as the savage inside bridged the surface. I was on fire and so very alive, my mouth watering as her skin continued to deepen in color.

  “Oh... I...” Noire dropped back down, panting and shifting her arms over her head. The surrendering posture was arousing, and I had difficulty seeing clearly.

  I moved from side to side, keeping a perfect rhythm as I spanked her in a robust fashion. A ringing began in my ears, the pain in my head intensifying, but I didn’t care. I wanted this. I had to do this.

  I was her salvation.

  And she was mine.

  With every hard smack, her moans increased in volume. She clenched and released her ass cheeks, her hips jutting forward. Her scent was ripe, delicious, and I was crazed with need.

  After ten more, I stopped and took several deep breaths. All I could think about was fucking her like a wild animal.

  Wait.

  You must wait.

  As if I had a conscience. I wiped the back of my arm across my mouth, gulping for air. “Spread your legs for me.”

  Noire shifted, her firm grip on the blanket returning, but she obeyed instantly, spreading her legs as far apart as she was able.

  I dropped the paddle, smiling as it bounced against the concrete. Leaning down, I issued a series of hot breaths, chuckling as it danced across her skin, prickles on her skin following. “Do you prefer pain or pleasure?” Giving her no time to answer, I rolled my fingers down from the cleft between her ass cheeks to her pussy, holding back a moan as her wetness covered the tips of my fingers. She was so wet, her cunt juice already staining the insides of her thighs.

  “Rogue... Don’t.” She spouted the words even as she lifted her hips.

  Swirling the tip of my finger around her clit, I curtailed my actions, reminding the machine that I must have control. I pinched her tender flesh then thrust my fingers all the way inside her pussy. Tipping my head back, I let out a deep roar. In the next few seconds, I became something more than the cyborg unit that had been created.

  I became a beast, capable of doing horrible things. Words were whispered in my ears, or they came from deep within my brain. I was unable to tell, but I knew what was required.

  Fuck her.

  Use her.

  Sodomize her.

  The realization hit me and I pulled back, yanking the paddle from the floor. My needs would have to wait until I regained control. “Get dressed.” Without saying another word, I walked out of the room, slamming and locking the door.

  What in the fuck had they turned me into?

  * * *

  I stormed outside, finding the chilly air acceptable. I was filled with rage, my anger to the point I was blinded. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was going to live a real life, able to sleep in a bed and eat like a king. I would feel value and joy, maybe even love.

  Not now.

  I’d taken her.

  I’d stolen her.

  I’d fucked her several times.

  And all I wanted to do was sully her more, fucking every hole.

  I palmed the side of the building, trying to control the urge. I was being swallowed into a huge black hole, unable to concentrate on anything.

  In the next several seconds, I lost it, my anger sweeping through every cell in my body. I let out a ragged scream as I punched the siding, creating several holes. There was no pain, only explosive rage that bubbled up from the very depths of my soul.

  Just as suddenly as my thunderous temper erupted, it was gone, leaving me with a hollow feeling inside. I tipped my head, staring at the sky. Whatever the assholes had done to me, they were the true monsters.

  Raking my fingers through my hair, I was able to breathe normally again and walked back inside.

  Noire stood by the glass, one hand pressed firmly against the smooth surface. When she saw me, I expected she would slink away, but she stood firm, her expression one of trepidation. I moved toward the door, concerned about going inside.

  “What the hell is going on?” Noire demanded, doing everything she could not to look into my eyes.

  “Nothing. I needed air.”

  “That’s a crock of shit, Rogue.” She folded her arms, glaring at me.

  “What do you want me to tell you, Noire? I’m a machine, just like you said. I’m programmed to do whatever the scientists want me to do.”

  “And what is that? You’re different than when you came to me the other night. You’re... angrier, less human. I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel it. When we were together in that club, you were in absolute control, the most powerful man I’d ever been with. The first night you were in my bed, you were so full of passion, as if life was ready to explode for you. The second night you were even more dominating.”

  “Because that’s what I am.”

  “I can’t explain what I mean. It’s all different now. You’re not the same...”

  “Machine?” I could tell she was concerned, but not for her own safety. “I don’t know why I may be different.”

  “I think you do, but you’re afraid to tell me. Why did you almost burn down the facility? They were going to release you. You had a job waiting and a life. You were their prized cyborg.”

  “A life? What kind of life has any cyborg had? I know the history. I know the issues. I’m aware that our existence is limited.” She’d rattled me.

  “But you’re different than even the others prototypes of your kind. Aren’t you?”

  The question was interesting, but certainly helped me realize that whatever instincts I’d been programmed with had been correct. “I am state of the art, but not for the purposes that were explained to me. They were not going to release me, Noire, but I believe you learned that yourself. If I’d wanted to burn down the facility, there would be nothing but ashes. Yes, I’m angry but not enough to murder humans. At least at this point. I simply left. I was no longer welcome at the facility.”

  Exhaling, she furrowed her brow. “Why? Why would they accuse you of almost torching the place? Why not just say you left?” She shook her head. “I saw what you supposedly did. Everything was ripped apart, just like the moment of anger you just experienced. They lied to you in several ways because they have another mission for you. Don’t they?”

  “They lied because they fear what I can share with the world.” I held my breath, anger creeping inside.

  “And what is that?” she asked, her voice almost inaudible. “What?”

  “The truth.”

  “Talk to me, Rogue. Tell me everything. I have a feeling I know what’s going on. Maybe I can help you,” she insisted.

  “No more talking.” I was finished with the interrogation. The burning desire for her had returned, raging within me.

  “Why?” Real fear seemed to creep into her tone. “You have me here. What do you think you’re going to do with me besides help you become the free man you’ve longed for?”

  I closed my eyes, checking the building anger. “There is no such thing as freedom, not for you and certainly not for me.”

  “I can help you if you’ll allow me.”

  “Then what, Noire? Since I believe you when you say you wo
n’t exterminate me, you’ll take me back, just as you’re required to do. You’ll place me in their hands and you’ll never see me again. I may be a cyborg, but I’m not a fool.”

  “I know you aren’t. I’m not going to hurt you,” she whispered, fingering the glass.

  I unlocked and opened the door. She scuttled backwards, blinking several times. “I’m going to fuck you now, just like you’ve hungered for. I’m going to shove my cock into every hole in your body. Then I’m going to do it again. And I will discipline you. Then I will have you on your knees before the morning light begging me for more.” I stood within inches of her, my prize. “And make no mistake, you will be disciplined for any infraction.”

  The way her lower lip quivered was exactly what I was looking for. This was going to be a beautiful relationship. “You can’t do this,” she whispered.

  “I can and I will.”

  Chapter Ten

  Noire

  I continued to ask the same question over and over again. What had they done to Rogue? He was angry, then calm, full of desire then so humanlike. I was confused, trying to rationalize everything he’d told me. I’d heard his primal scream, the frustration reeking from every pore in his body. I was scared, but not for myself.

  For him.

  I couldn’t lie to myself any longer. He was very dangerous. I tried to think what my father would suggest. He’d taught me many things about his work, but obviously not enough. I had no way of knowing how to handle this. I’d allowed Rogue to fuck me and dear God, I’d hungered for it to continue. He was exactly what the woman inside needed.

  The wonderful rogue cyborg stood inches away, his face full of savage desire. I was shaking, my insides churning, but what bothered me the most was that I wanted this. I wanted this machine creature to fuck me, use me. He’d seen right through my defenses, unlike any human ever had before. He’d figured out my shameful, disgusting cravings, the ones that kept me awake at night, finger fucking myself as I longed to find the right one.

  Him.

  The machine.

  A monster.

  I was startled at my own admittance and as he advanced, fisting my hair, I was shaken to the core by the way I was so damn aroused. My pussy clenched, fighting the drops of juice trickling down into my panties. I could smell my own desire and no doubt, he could as well. My body was betraying me even as he raked his hand down my shirt, tearing into the dense material with ease. I gasped for air as he continued to advance. I’d heard the words he’d said, but nothing was making any sense, including the determination he had to take me. Fuck me.

  “Submit to me, Noire. Everything will be much easier for you,” Rogue said with absolutely no emotion in his tone. He hovered over me, his skin actually shimmering in the light. I knew I was flushed, my nipples giving away my arousal.

  “I will never submit. I just can’t.”

  “You will.” He reached out, flicking his finger across one hardened bud. I took a deep breath, trying hard to maintain my composure. How could my body betray me this way? “Rogue. Let me go.”

  “No. I will never let you go.”

  I smacked at his hand as he fondled my naked breast, squeezing until I cried out. But his touch felt so good, amazing in the way the tips of his fingers felt against my naked skin. I was lightheaded, trying to focus but nothing was clear any longer.

  My wails had nothing to do with pain, only longing to the point I was quivering all over. The sensations were heightened, my body over-sensitized. I gripped his arms, but there was no way to stop him.

  He tipped and lowered his head, inhaling until his breath was raspy. “You are perfect in every manner.” When he tweaked my nipples, pinching, my breath was stolen. “I will give you every moment of agony and ecstasy that you thrive on. Submit to me. Surrender to me body and soul.”

  “Rogue, I...” Why was I so tongue-tied? Why could I only hear his voice, longing for everything he was suggesting? Surrender. I would lose everything I’d worked so hard for.

  Yet, this was everything I’d imagined, being stripped bare and forced to submit, wallowing in the dirt as I was fucked like a dog from behind. The blatant way in which he was taking me, so brutal and savage had been my ultimate dream. Being disciplined, my bottom reddened as often as necessary was exactly what I needed. I wanted to be shackled and kept, used as he deemed necessary and pleasing him in every manner. I craved tasting his cum, savoring the way it slid down my throat. I wanted it all.

  And now it was happening.

  There was no one to see us.

  There were no rules.

  There was no CRON.

  There would be no one to rescue me.

  Dear God. What was I doing?

  “Rogue, please.” Staring into his eyes, I expected to see nothing, no emotion or desire, just a blank stare from a machine, cold and hard just like his body. But the reflection shimmering in them furrowed into my soul. He was raging with hunger, possessed with his need for me.

  He lowered his head, crushing his lips against mine. I salivated as he growled into the kiss, heat exploding between us. Nothing about this cyborg was cold. He was like a primal man, experiencing life for the very first time, his lips plump and soft while his muscles strained against me.

  I pushed my hand hard against his chest, whimpering a split second before he thrust his tongue inside, smashing his against mine.

  Six-pack abs had been replaced by twelve and I dug my fingers against his ribs. All I could think of was clawing my way to his naked skin, able to touch his molten heat. I was a sinful woman, my unbridled lust catapulting me into a different plane. I could feel his cock straining through his pants, the solid push against my stomach giving me quivers jolting into my pussy.

  His hold on my hair remained as he explored my mouth, the tip of his tongue hitting the back of my throat. I could only imagine having his cock filling me, spreading my mouth wide open.

  Much like he was going to do to my pussy.

  Fuck, I was so hot and wet, no ability to focus or think clearly.

  Yanking back my head, Rogue broke the kiss, raking his teeth across my cheek and down to my neck as he growled. The sound floated between us, wrapping around me like a woven blanket. He was never going to let me go.

  Rogue ripped away the rest of my shirt and the cold air of the dilapidated building swept down like fingers from an animal. He pulled my back into a deep arch. I gasped as I tried to breathe, staring up at the ceiling and trying to collect my wits.

  This couldn’t be happening. This mechanical creation wasn’t allowed to touch me.

  But he was.

  And I wanted it.

  Whimpering, I closed my eyes as he slid his tongue between the cleft of my breasts. I clenched his shirt, my legs trembling to the point I wasn’t certain I could stand on my own. I had no idea where I was. Everything had gone black after seeing him in the rearview mirror. While I knew this city, this place was foreign to me in every regard. I knew in my gut that we’d never be found. My world now revolved around him; obeying him, pleasing him, and fucking him. Oh, God! Could I accept this or would I go insane?

  Rogue slathered one nipple with his sizzling saliva, making animalistic noises before sucking the tender flesh between his teeth. When he bit down, the hint of pain coursing through me was invigorating, setting my very soul on fire. He was so strong and demanding, able to crush me between his fingers, but right now, he was gentler than I could have anticipated.

  So human. So amazing.

  Sweet Jesus, the shame was powerful. He was like a drug and I needed a fix, now and no doubt often. A moment of clarity replaced the intense desire, and I pummeled his chest, trying to break free. I was an officer of the law. I couldn’t allow this to happen. Fuck. Fuck!

  Moving his mouth to my other erect bud, he swirled his tongue around and around then slid the tip up my chest to my jawline. He stood at his full height, staring down at me. “There is no escape, Noire. There is no other life but with me.”

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p; “This isn’t life, Rogue. This isn’t even fantasy.” I simply couldn’t allow myself to fall into this. If there were certain truths, I wouldn’t find them here. My attraction had to stay in the shadows and no one could ever find out about us. No one. He was different than when he’d taken me before, more controlled. That had to be it. The programming was locking down his human emotions, turning him into the killing machine and one very obsessed with me.

  “Please try to listen to me. Did they do something else to you, Rogue? They programmed you. I know they did. Remember. Your brain has every incident stored inside. If you can remember, maybe we can figure out how to help you.”

  “There is no help for me, Noire.”

  “Yes, there is. Listen to me.” I had to get him help before he self-destructed and there was only one way.

  He sniffed, hesitating as if taking in and rationalizing what I was saying. I took the chance, the woman devoid of emotion and need taking over, and kneed him in the groin. He howled in pain, stumbling toward the side as I jetted past him, racing out of the room and locking him in. A moment of panic settled in as I gazed at him through the glass. The expression on his face as he staggered to his feet was one of disbelief. Hurt.

  He tipped his head back and roared and the sound penetrating the space was deafening. Every portion of my body was shaking as I scanned the perimeter with quick precision, taking in every aspect of the building. At least three stories, the hollowed-out shell was little more than steel girders and concrete, some debris and trash. And I could swear I heard rats scampering everywhere.

  There was no way of knowing which way was the direction to the entrance, but I took off, praying the lock would hold him. The solid boom as the door was ripped off its hinges sent a pulse of energy dancing into my bloodstream. I had to get away now. There was no second guessing and no other choice. I simply couldn’t be derailed by a...

  The word no longer easily fit in my mind. He was so much more than a machine.

  “Noire!” he yelled, his deep timbre booming.

  My legs pushing hard from adrenaline, I sprinted across the concrete floor, jumping over boxes and wooden pallets, struggling with the terror shooting up the backs of my legs. I heard him in the background, running after me. Was there any chance that I could get away?