Dash

by Kelsey Nicole Price

  Dropping my top had been my go-to move, figuring men liked boobs. Dash was staring at me, unable to take his eyes off them. He looked like a kid who had gotten that long-awaited pony for Christmas. My breasts were on the small side, but I had to thank them for inspiring that look on Dash’s face. Go, girls!

  Begging for inclusion, my pussy piped up with a variety of things that Dash could do that would make her happy. I told her to quiet her horny-ass self.

  Anything Dash did would blow my mind. I could ask him for anything and he would do it, not because he had to, because he wanted to. Dash wanted me. The question pinging around my brain was whether anyone had truly wanted him? Not the service cyborg they had purchased, but Dash, the sweet man behind the metal frame. I knew the answer.

  I was the girl for the job. I could give him this. I wanted my Dash, every piece, every part.

  I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my pants, tugging them down my hips. I expected to feel vulnerable, standing bare-ass naked in front of my hot-as-hell cyborg, but I didn’t. All I felt was a rush of desire to ensure he would experience something he would never forget.

  Dash had the will of a saint as he stood frozen in place, though his navy eyes blazed. They were the only thing that gave him away. Those eyes roamed over my breasts before dropping down to the triangle-shaped patch protecting my pussy. He took in every inch of me; his gaze filled with longing.

  His tongue darted out to lick his lips. I had to fight the urge to toss my thighs open and ask him to bury his handsome face between them and lick me until I screamed. Clenching them tighter, I forced my brain back to the task at hand.

  “What do you want, Dash? I’m all yours tonight,” and forever, I silently added.

  His eyes went wide, the beautiful blue hue flashing as he absorbed my words. Cocking his head, he tried to assimilate just what I was saying.

  I was probably blowing his processors. I couldn’t help but grin.

  “Touch me,” the words came out so soft I almost didn’t hear them. Once Dash’s words registered I didn’t hesitate to comply.

  Moving until my body was barely an inch from his, I slid my hands over his chest, the muscles flexed beneath my palms. My mouth watered, it didn’t want my hands to have all the fun. Latching my mouth to his chest, my tongue traced his washboard abs surprised to discover his skin tasted sweet. There was a hint of something tangy underneath the sweetness and the combination made Dash utterly delicious. My tongue swept upward, my eyes taking in every blue inch. His nipples were a lighter shade of blue than the rest of his frame. The sky-blue tips practically begged for my mouth, so I captured one, giving it a flick. Hard blue flesh met my tongue as the tangy taste intensified. If I didn’t have a nipple in my mouth I would have smacked my lips with delight. Dash moaned.

  Warning label, my mind whispered.

  I moved to lick the other nipple, spurred on by Dash’s response.

  Focusing my attention on the scars marring his chest, I laved each one with my tongue, trying to brand the memory of my touch instead of the ones inflicted with malice. Dash didn’t move. I circled around his body, finding more on his back and arms. There wasn’t one place they hadn’t hurt him. My knees hit the soft carpet as I dragged the pants off his hips. Staring at his dusky blue cock I wondered if would taste even more delicious than the rest of him. I looked up and saw pure shock on my hot-as-hell, blue cyborg’s face.

  I licked my lips, “You okay, Blueberry?”

  “This isn’t how this goes,” his words came out breathless, his eyes wild. “I’m supposed to serve you.”

  Rising, my face was now level with his cock. My warm breath fanned over it, Dash inhaled sharply in response.

  I tilted my head to meet his gaze. “There is nothing but now, Dash. There are no rules on how this goes. Forget everything before this. It’s just you and me. Will you let me love you?”

  Chapter Fifteen

  *Dash*

  “Will you let me love you?” Iris’s words set me on fire, my cock hardening to the point of pain. My tiny human was trying to kill me and save me all in one breath.

  Every trace of my timid human had vanished, Iris completely focused on wanting to please me. No one had ever cared to before.

  Service units’ purpose: to give pleasure, not ask for pleasure. Sex felt good simply by design, my processors craved the act, it was the best way to get a fix.

  I understood my role. The ability to feel pleasure with sex was only so I wouldn’t refuse my owner, enjoying it—simply another way for them to own me.

  Iris was changing everything I had ever known. Allowing me control of my body, giving me a choice, worshipping me with every kiss.

  How did I ever get so lucky? This beautiful creature wanted to love me.

  Me.

  A service cyborg.

  No, I wasn’t that. I was Dash. A name, not a thing. The seeds of my rebellion had grown, spreading like wildfire free and unconfined. Iris had lit the match. What she was doing was reshaping my entire existence.

  Threading my hands through her hair, I gently pulled her forward. She opened her lips, then her throat, wide to take every inch of my cock. She licked, swirling her tongue around my tip before pressing it into the slit, gathering up the taste of my precum. My grip on her hair tightened, causing the corners of her mouth to lift, smiling around my cock.

  Drawing in a deep breath, I caught the strong smell of her arousal. It teased my nostrils as I fought to keep control.

  Iris sucked deeply, her cheeks indented with the effort. I gasped, losing the battle as I came, shooting cum into her mouth and down her throat. Her jaws stretched, her throat opened wide, as she took it all before pulling away to lick every drop clean.

  Releasing the grip from Iris’s hair, I grabbed her shoulders and lifted her to her feet so I could press our bodies together—her naked body against mine. I trembled slightly, savoring the feeling. Her skin a stark contrast to mine; ivory and blue fused together as I took her lips with mine, sweeping my tongue inside to claim hers.

  My fingers slid between her thighs, opening at my coaxing. Her warm wetness coated my fingers. I kissed her harder, loving the fact that taking my cock in her mouth had caused her body to grow slick with desire.

  My cock started hardening again, desperate to bury itself into her warmth, but first I needed to taste her. I broke the kiss and lifted her up to cradle her to my chest and carry her to the bed.

  “Dash,” Her face flushed with the beautiful shade of pink she wore so well.

  I dragged her hips to the edge of the bed and spread her thighs. The blush increased as it spread down her body from her cheeks to her pussy; her skin lighting up to show her desire. Every spot of color was mine.

  “My turn.” I buried my face between her legs, my tongue lapping the skin on the inside of her thighs first one then the other. Iris wiggled back and forth under my attention, her body bowing off the bed as I took the opportunity to dive into her pussy, sealing my mouth over her clit. Her hips bucked. My hands landed on her thighs to keep her in place. My human wasn’t getting away from me now.

  I released her clit and licked lower, finding the seam of her pussy, and plunged my tongue inside. Her taste exploded on my tongue as I fucked her with it, my cock growing harder, jealous that my tongue was inside her.

  Iris’s hands gripped my shoulders as she panted. “Dash, please, I need.”

  Lifting my face, I met her eyes, now glazed over with the need to come.

  “I will give you what you need, my Iris.” I pushed my face between her legs and sucked her clit into my mouth again. I tugged, the little bud grew harder between my lips. A scream pierced the air as a rush of wetness drenched my chin. Why stop at one? my processors asked.

  Licking and sucking, I refused to give up until she came for a second time, her legs shaking beneath my palms as another cry exploded in my ears.

  “Holy fuck, Dash,” Iris’s words filled with awe.

  Not done yet.

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bsp; I lifted her back to the center of the bed and covered her body with mine. My cock pressed against her entrance. I resisted the urge to thrust inside and take her. She wouldn’t stop me but I was more than a mindless machine and this was more than just a simple fuck.

  “Let me love you,” I whispered against her lips, repeating her words back to her, meaning them in a way I had never known.

  My heart swelled inside my chest, expanding to the point I thought it might bust through; my metal frame not strong enough to contain it.

  She parted her thighs and locked her eyes on mine, “Why don’t we love each other.”

  My heart launched itself into my frame.

  Iris gasped when I thrust myself deep inside her. I set a slow and steady rhythm allowing her body to adjust to my size. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she raised her hips to match the pace I set.

  “Faster,” she moaned against my ear and I obeyed, thrusting quicker and deeper as my cock found the spot inside her that would cause her to cry out. I hit it again and again until her pussy tightened around my cock, squeezing it as she came for the third and final time.

  That was all I needed, I didn’t hold back, diving deep, giving one last hard thrust before cumming; stars exploded within my circuits as I bellowed her name.

  *Iris*

  Dash came hard, bathing my insides with his release. My ears rang from the sound of his shout. A slight ache burned between my thighs; my whole-body was limp and rung dry, my worn-out pussy too tired to cheer. It managed a tiny yay but climaxing three times wore this girl out.

  I wrapped my arms around Dash’s neck and breathed in his scent. Sweat mixed with metal greeted me. While different, it was indescribeably pleasant.

  I pressed my lips to his neck, licking his skin; his taste now matched his scent. Dash shuddered, pressing his body closer to mine.

  Any closer, he would burrow into my skin. I didn’t care, I never wanted him to move. I wanted this forever, though I wasn’t planning our wedding quite yet. The impending danger of discovery and witnessing his termination before I took a plasma blast to the head had terror lurking in my veins like a virus.

  I cared for Dash, probably two steps away from loving him, but that didn’t mean Reaper, Hester, and any other cyborgs would welcome me with open arms.

  What if they insisted on taking Dash with them?

  Would he ask to go? Would he choose to be with more of his own kind? Would he want to take me with him?

  Dash could leave, taking my ‘two skips away from being in love with him’ heart with him. Would he tell me what we did was fun but he needed to stop playing with humans? I was too far gone to stop myself now.

  Dash withdrew his cock, sending a shudder rolling through me that only ended when he settled his big body behind mine and held me close.

  For now, I belonged to my cyborg. That would have to be enough.

  Chapter Sixteen

  *Dash*

  Iris stood on a beach; her dark hair fluttered in the breeze. I couldn’t remember how we got here but she didn’t seem concerned.

  I tilted my head to the sun and tried to soak up every drop. My owners rarely allowed me outside. Usually, the only place I ever saw was the inside of a bedroom. More than one owner had chained me to a bed. It gave them pleasure to watch me fight the restraints. Cyborg-grade steel—a unique invention meant to keep us where they wanted us. My fingers moved of their own accord, tracing phantom circles over my wrists. There were no chains. I was free on a beach with Iris by my side.

  Iris smiled, sending every phantom fleeing. “Come here.”

  I obeyed, knowing she would never demand I follow, I longed to without hesitation. Only good things existed with Iris. I longed for a forever by her side.

  Maybe this was it. Maybe we had escaped everything dangerous and everything out to tear us apart. This was the ultimate destination. A perfect paradise gifted to us as a reward.

  Her fingers entwined with mine as her smile widened. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” She looked at me before turning her head to stare at the waves crashing against the sand.

  I took her chin in my hand and turned her face to mine, “I see something more beautiful.” I leaned down, sealing my mouth to hers, loving the small gasp of pleasure at just the brush of my lips on hers. I wondered if this is what humans called love. Could a cyborg love? I was sure that if I could, this was it. Iris expanded my heart, making me believe in things I couldn’t explain.

  Iris broke the kiss. “You know you’re dreaming, Blueberry, right?”

  “Cyborgs don’t dream.” My brow furrowed as I looked out to the ocean before me.

  Iris laughed. “First time for everything I guess. Now wake up handsome. Dreams are nice but the real thing is even better.”

  I blinked as everything started to fade; Iris grew transparent before my eyes.

  Throwing my head back I howled as everything around me went dark.

  “Dash! Wake up!”

  Iris’s frantic pleas caused my eyes to snap open. She was leaning over me, worry etched across her features.

  Wonder-filled my voice, “I was dreaming we were on a beach,”

  Her eyes went wide, “You kissed me and I told you to wake up.”

  My eyes widened, matching hers, “How did you know?”

  “I was having the same dream.”

  “That’s impossible. Cyborgs don’t...”

  “Dream,” Iris finished. “Dash, what just happened?”

  I shook my head, “I cannot offer any explanation, Iris.”

  “Well fuck. I guess the question is, am I invading your head, Blueberry, or are you invading mine?”

  *Iris*

  I shot a pleading look at the gray cyborg, “Reaper tell me you know how to explain what happened.”

  Reaper shook his head, his light blue eyes offering nothing but uncertainty. “I cannot help you, Iris. I have never heard of this happening before. The only thing I can suggest is to bring you with us when we return to the Free Cyborg Initiative Headquarters. Maybe someone there will have answers.” Reaper paused for a moment before continuing, “I must warn you though, not all the cyborgs welcome humans. I will make it clear you are under my protection, but I do not want you to take it personally if the cyborgs don’t treat you like Dash does.”

  Well shit. It seemed to me that my brain was tuning itself to Dash even if I didn’t approve or know how the fuck it was happening. I had no idea how far this new development could go.

  Would I wake up in a week and discover Dash could read my mind?

  I was seriously starting to panic a little. The blue cyborg I clung to wasn’t helping.

  “Dax will love her,” Hester said, breaking through my panic. Of course, leave it to Dash to find a way to make things difficult.

  He stood so quickly his chair went flying and crashed into the wall behind him. “Dax will not love her,” Dash hissed. “We. Are. Not. Going,” Dash punctuated each word with a growl. “Iris is my human. If the other cyborgs can’t accept she’s mine then we stay here.”

  I let out an oomph as a very hard, blue body pulled me to him, Dash’s arms held me to him like he was afraid someone would take me away from him. I patted his hand, trying to comfort him. He wasn’t going to like the next words out of my mouth.

  “Dash you have to go. I can’t protect you like Reaper and Hester can. I won’t wait around for the fucking Global Allegiance to come knocking down my door and take you away from me. It would kill me,” I silently added literally. “If Reaper and Hester found you, they can, too. It’s just a matter of time.”

  Dash spun me, tightening his grip. “You would leave me after what we shared?” his voice going dark, his eyes burning into mine.

  “I never said I wanted you to go alone, Dash.”

  The grip on my arms eased by an inch.

  I cupped his cheek. “I don’t care what the other cyborgs think. I don’t care what the world thinks. Hell, we’re sharing dreams so I think it’s a little t
oo late to walk away now, don’t you?” I smiled softly. “Not that I won’t say that whatever this is isn’t freaking me the fuck out because it is, but as long I’ve got you things are good. Who knows? Maybe we will change the course of history or some shit like that. I’m game if are you, Blueberry?”

  His lips brushed mine. “You already changed the course of mine, Iris.”

  My cheeks heated from the inside out. “You know they can see and hear us, right?”

  Hester snorted. “We heard you last night, too. Thank god, we couldn’t see you. Reaper and I might have gone blind!”

  Suddenly our shared dreams weren’t the thing freaking me out. The thought of Reaper and Hester hearing us having sex...no thank you, very much.

  Nothing like having your boyfriend’s new-found friends up close and personal with the sounds you make when you cum.

  “Are there soundproof rooms where we are going?” I muttered.

  Both Hester and Reaper replied in unison. “No.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  *Iris*

  The four of us were interrupted by rapid-fire banging against my front door “Come on! Iris open the door! We know you’re in there! We can see your truck parked out front. You can’t keep avoiding us!”

  “There are two human females shouting and banging on your door,” Reaper replied calmly.

  Me? I was far from calm. Leave it to my two best friends to launch some type of Where’s Waldo mission on my ass. I had been avoiding them since finding Dash.

  I got behind Dash, giving him a slight push, “Okay, I really need the three of you to hide. Pick a place and get out of sight. I know my best friends. They are not going to leave until I let them in, and I really don’t want them to discover three freaking cyborgs hanging out in my house so go!” I did the shoo motion with my hands.

  Dash narrowed his eyes, tilting his head. “Are you ashamed of us?”