by Cynthia Sax
He cuffed her ass again and again. His hand warmed. His female’s confessions became shorter. Her pitch rose and then fell, her tone dreamy.
Her skin glowed. Her lush body undulated over his legs. Reprimanding his female was one of the most stimulating experiences of his long lifespan.
That revelation would have been accompanied by guilt except the sounds coming from her lying mouth reflected ecstasy, not agony.
“Lied.” Her voice was barely audible.
Chuckles smacked both of her ass cheeks, giving her double reprimands for the many, many times she’d fabricated the truth. His female cried out. Her spine straightened and then rounded.
He paused, waiting for her next confession.
It didn’t come. His female slumped over him, moaning softly, her form limp, her head hanging down.
Had he damaged her too severely? He slipped his fingers between her legs. Her pussy dripped, her juices flowing over his hand, the wetness reassuring him.
She murmured words he, with his advanced auditory system, couldn’t hear.
“Speak louder, baby.” He stroked her burning ass.
“I said it was so good.” She turned her head and gazed up at him, her cheeks pink and streaked with tears, her eyes lacking focus. “I’m floating, sir.”
She had enjoyed her reprimand. The tension in his shoulders eased.
“You are an illogical being.” His tone was gruff, his feelings for his female fierce.
He drew her upright, positioning her sideways on his lap, with her abused ass touching only air. She cuddled close to him, pressing her face against his chest. Her fingers splayed over his bare skin.
He would kill to protect this little being. A swell of possessiveness swept over Chuckles. She was small and sweet and his.
His female trembled. He rested his chin on the top of her head and petted her back, running his palms along her form, seeking to comfort her.
She became still, curling up against him. Even her tiny toenails were painted a bright pink. He held her while the guidance system flew the ship toward a sparsely occupied planet.
All of the inputs, including the information about the ship’s systems, the recordings of the being-occupied cages in the larger holding chamber, and the monitoring of the space around the vessel, flowed through his processors. It was the cyborg way to be aware of everything around him.
And he had a fragile human female to protect. He brushed his lips against her forehead.
She gazed up at him, her eyes soft. “I’ll be a good female for you, sir.”
“You won’t be a good female.” He swept the tear tracks away from her cheeks. “You will be bad. Again. And I will reprimand you. Again.”
“Yes.” Her sigh contained happiness. “I am a naughty female, sir. You’ll have to spank me. Often.”
And she would enjoy that reprimand. He stifled a sigh. “Try to be a good female.” He kissed her forehead again.
“I’ll do anything to please you, sir.” She glided one of her hands down his chest, over his abs. “Anything.” She curled her soft fingers around his hard shaft.
Pleasure rushed through him. It took all of his control not to come.
“Baby.” He growled.
“I took my punishment with no protest.” She slowly pumped his cock, spreading bliss along his length. “Didn’t I earn a reward, sir?”
The reward was all his. She must process that.
“You should be locked in a cage.” He captured her mouth, plunging into the warm wetness as she worked his cock.
Their tongues tangled and twined, her willing submission pleasing his dominant soul. She squirmed in his lap, twisting her body until she straddled him. Her breath hitched as her ass touched his legs.
“You’re sore.” He pulled his head back and searched his female’s beautiful face. “If I breed with you, there will be pain.”
“I want you, sir.” She pushed her hips forward.
Her hot pussy pressed against his rigid shaft, and he gritted his teeth, his hold on his restraint tenuous. She moaned softly, that sound stimulating him further.
“I can take the pain.” She rocked against him, slicking his flesh.
He gripped her hips, guiding her movements. Her breasts skimmed teasingly along his chest. Pink pigment flowed up her curvy form. The sparkles on her skin caught the light, making her shine.
There was little pressure on his damaged knee. All of his tantalizing female’s slight weight was situated on his fully functional thighs. There was no pain for him, only bliss.
That wasn’t the scenario for his female. The heat of her abused ass permeated his skin, a remnant of her reprimand.
Yet that didn’t stop his illogical little human. She bounced on him, compounding her hurt with that visually appealing action.
When she moved, all of her curves moved with her. He wouldn’t last long, not with that view. His balls already ached.
And she was growing frustrated, huffing from the effort. “You’re too big, sir.” She widened her eyes as she looked up at him. “Help?”
That adorably pitiful look was how she’d trapped the beings currently residing in the cages. She was a menace and no one could resist her.
That included him. He twisted his lips. “You’ve earned another reprimand.”
“Have I?” She beamed, her beauty hitting him like a dagger to the heart. “Oh goodie.”
He narrowed his gaze at her.
“I mean…oh, no.” Her bottom lip curled and her head bowed, her over-the-top contrition not fooling anyone. “I’m sorry, sir.”
She wasn’t sorry. At all. He shook his head.
“You’ve earned two reprimands.” And he would deliver both of them to her immediately. Chuckles lifted her above him, aligning her entrance with his tip. “You’re my baby now.”
He drove her down on him and his cock head surged along her pussy walls. She shrieked, grasping his shoulders, her body stiffening.
She was tight. He clenched his jaw. So fraggin’ tight, fitting him like a sheath held a dagger.
Her ass slapped against his thighs. The long decadent slide stopped. He released his breath, some of his control returning.
“Did I damage you, baby?” He peered down at his female.
Her gaze met his. “It’s good damage, sir.” Her lips curled upward. “So good.”
Did she believe her reprimand was over? He frowned at her.
Because it wasn’t.
“I’ll use you hard.” He warned her. “That lush ass of yours will receive a second spanking while I breed with you. And you’ll have to take it. I won’t give you a choice about that.”
He was one squeeze away from losing all control, wouldn’t be able to stop even if he wanted to do that. Which he didn’t.
“Use me hard, sir.” Her smile spread as though he’d offered her a treat. “Please.”
Speaking with his female was futile. She lacked comprehension of his state. He would have to show her, deliver the reprimand, cause that damage to her.
Chuckles raised her. Slowly. Her pussy lips dragged along his shaft in the most intimate of embraces, the slide of flesh over flesh decadent.
For one long moment, he suspended his female in the air. Only his tip was inside her. Then he slammed her back down on him again, smacking her ass against his legs, filling her with hard cock.
“Yes.” She gasped, digging fingernails into his shoulders. The pinch of pain, accompanied by her verbalized approval, excited him.
His female was no delicate being. She could take the sweet abuse.
He raised her, slammed her back down on him, raised her, slammed her back down on him, impaling her on his cock over and over, setting a grueling, harsh pace. She held onto him, yelping and making other small sounds, her eyes shining.
Frag. She was magnificent, stunning and beautiful, giving and generous with her pleasure, his match, fitting him as no one else could.
He thrust upward, seeking more contact, more of her.
Their bodies crashed together, her breasts flattening against his chest.
“More.” She cried out, arching her back. “Harder, sir.”
He rumbled a reply, past the point of words, and he ravished her with renewed vigor, forcing her to take his cock, every bit of him, using her without ceasing. Her wetness splattered his balls. Beads of perspiration glistened on her pale skin.
Sparkle was everywhere, on her, on him, in the air. It made the experience even more fantastical than it already was, a thing of magic, of wonderment.
He grunted. Not from effort. He could breed with her for an entire planet rotation and not grow fatigued.
The sound was an expression of his great need for her, the yearning of a male for his female. He would please his human, make her his in all ways.
“Sir.” She panted, her lips parting. “Sir.”
He kissed her, tasting her desire, stroking into her with his tongue as he drove her down on his length. All of his systems were under sensuous attack. The slap, slap, slap of her ass hitting his thighs echoed on the bridge. Her bright hair glowed against the backdrop of open space. Her softness engulfed him.
It was too good, too much. Never had he encountered this level of bliss, of yearning, of needing. His form didn’t know how to defend against it.
His balls ached. The pressure on the base of his simulated spine increased. Chuckles battled his need for release, wanting his female to find satisfaction first, not wanting their breeding to end.
“Sir?” She shifted against him. “Need.”
His female required more from him. More pleasure. More pain.
He pulled her downward, filling her completely with his cock, and he squeezed her already tender ass. Hard.
She screamed, writhing, wiggling, fighting his grip on her. Her pussy walls constricted around his shaft, and his willpower snapped, his formidable cyborg restraint severed as though it had been made of mist.
He roared and thrust upward, unable to hold back one moment longer. Cum jetted from his tip, hit her inner flesh. She screamed again. Louder. The most exquisite bliss bombarded him, blasting him into pieces.
His auditory and vision systems shut down. Chuckles blindly held onto his female as she twisted in his arms, his one remaining thought to keep her safe, protect her, not allow her to fall.
She sought to be free, raking her fingernails over his chest, leaving trails of hurt on his form. That pain increased his pleasure, the joy battering his already straining processors.
His female’s body gyrated, buffeting him with yielding curves. He bent his head and pressed his face between her large breasts.
If he was dying—and that could be possible, his ecstasy was too extreme to absorb—he wanted his last breath to be taken where he now was—engulfed by his little female, his baby.
She might be bad, but she was his. He would never let her go.
His female gradually calmed. The attack on his senses ended and his systems rebooted, coming back online. He could hear her ragged inhalations, see the multitude of sparkles on her pinkened skin.
“I’m tingling all over.” Her softly spoken observation held awe.
“Those are my nanocybotics.” His voice was muffled by her bounty. “They will hasten your healing, extend your lifespan indefinitely, communicate to other cyborgs that you’re mine. You belong to me now.”
He would kill any being who dared to touch her.
“Oh.” She threaded her fingers through his short hair. “And do you…do you belong to me now? Will I be your only baby?”
“You are my only baby.” He lifted his head and met her gaze. “One of you is more than enough for any male.”
She was an absolute terror.
That terror gave him a tremendous smile. “Thank you, sir.”
Only she would take that as a compliment. He grunted and wrapped his arms around his female, pulling her snug against his chest.
She made a sound of contentment, burrowing deeper into him. He tightened his hold on her. His cock remained in her pussy. Her breath wafted against his skin. Their bodies were entwined.
“I’m also your captive, sir.” She reminded him, her tone happy, as though being captured was a good thing. “I suppose you’ll have to tie me up.”
She wanted to be tied up. He heard that in her voice.
“Yes, I suppose I’ll have to tie you up.” That prospect appealed to him also. She would be at his mercy. He could touch her anywhere and any way he wanted. Her curvy form would be his to use. “But I won’t do that now.”
He had taken her hard. She required time to recover.
“You’ll tie me up later, sir?” Her question held hope.
“I’ll tie you up later.” He kissed the top of her head. “Rest.” She was human and needed sleep. Being a cyborg, he didn’t require it. “We’ll breed again soon.”
His cock was already hardening inside her.
He pressed his lips together.
It would be a long rest cycle.
Chapter Eight
The next planet rotation, Bettina kneeled in front of her cyborg. He sat in the captain’s chair, his left foot resting on the pack she’d assigned to him.
They were both naked. Chuckles, her sir, had fucked her three times since she’d allowed herself to be captured. Her entire body bubbled with his nanocybotics. She should be sexually sated.
Yet she wasn’t. She needed him again. And judging by how hard his cock was, he also wanted her.
“I’ve been a very good female this planet rotation.” She looked pointedly at his cock and then up at him.
“Hmmm…” He didn’t appear convinced.
“I have been very good, sir.” They were still seven planet rotations away from the unloading site. She would obey him until then. “Haven’t I pleased you?”
He hesitated for one heart-pounding moment before nodding. “You did please me.”
She thought she had. Bettina glowed. “I will please you again, sir.” She glanced at his cock and licked her lips, yearning to taste his nanocybotics-infused cum. “You won’t regret giving me this treat.”
“I already regret it, baby.” His glowing eyes belied his gruffly spoken words. “But you’ve earned a treat.” Her cyborg spread his legs wider, giving her easier access to him. “Suck your sir’s cock.”
Yes. She wiggled forward, the floor tiles cool against her knees. A bead of pre-cum had formed on his tip. She leaned toward him, extending her tongue. His fingers folded into fists.
She flicked her tongue over him. He shuddered. Her mouth tingled.
“You’re delicious, sir.” She curled her fingers around his base and probed his slit with her tongue, seeking more of his metal- and male-flavored essence.
“You are a tease.” The heat in his gaze warmed her all over. “Suck me with that impertinent mouth.”
“I’m exploring.” She gave him an impish smile and traced his rim with her tongue, skimming around his massive girth.
That first fuck had reshaped her body. She wiggled her ass, recalling how stuffed she’d been. He had filled her, stretched her almost painfully.
And she had loved it. It made her feel delicate, dainty, little.
She might be too little. Bettina nibbled on him with lip-covered teeth. It would be a struggle to fit all of him in her mouth, but she would give that task her best effort, rise to that challenge.
She followed a vein along his shaft. He was long also. Her Sir hadn’t lied when she’d asked him, during their first conversation, if he was big.
According to her research, cyborgs were incapable of fabricating the truth…which made her suspect their game wasn’t truly a game for him.
That both thrilled and worried her. She wanted a forever Sir, could picture no one else in the role except Chuckles, but he’d be angry with her when she left him at the unloading site.
Would he hunt her down and recapture her? She nuzzled against his balls. Bolts of energy brightened his brilliant blue eyes. His jaw clenched. Pa
rt of her wanted him to find her…after she’d returned the ship.
Her dad and Duggar would have all of the credits they needed. She would have fulfilled her obligation to Smarts, given the female back her vessel, wouldn’t have disappointed the team. Her future would be her own.
He could decide her fate. She sucked first one of his balls and then the other into her mouth, rolling them with her tongue.
“Baby.” Chuckles’ rumble lifted the short hairs on the back of her neck. “You’ve explored long enough.”
Her cyborg’s patience was wearing thin.
A good female would accommodate him. She, however, had a naughty streak she couldn’t suppress around her male. “I haven’t surveyed under your balls, sir.” She burrowed beneath them.
A big hand clasped her nape. “I said you’ve explored long enough.”
She looked up at him. His expression was stimulatingly stern. Her pussy dripped. “I’ve explored long enough.”
“Suck my cock before I smack your ass.” He released her.
She paused. That wasn’t an effective threat. She liked it when he smacked her ass.
“Suck it now.” His tone straightened her spine.
“Yes, sir.” She hastily pushed her lips over his tip. Stars. He was big.
She didn’t know if she could do this.
Her cyborg didn’t allow any doubt. He sank his fingers into her hair, gripped her head, and pushed her downward, forcing her to take him deeper and deeper and deeper.
His shaft slid along her tongue. His tip tapped the back of her throat.
She couldn’t accommodate all of him. For a heartbeat, she panicked, fighting him. He didn’t release her, but he also didn’t venture farther, holding her in place.
“Look at me, baby,” he demanded.
She met her dominant male’s gaze. Her lips were wrapped around his cock. Her mouth was full of rigid pulsing shaft.
“You’re mine to use.” His eyes glowed. “And I’ll never give you more than you can handle.”
He would never damage her…permanently. She lowered her shoulders, forcing herself to relax.
Her cyborg guided her up and down his shaft. Each descent stopped at the exact moment his cock head brushed the back of her throat.
