The Cyber Seductions Box Set Books 1-3 (Sci-fi/Futuristic Romance)

by Hawk, Reagan

  Jonas eyed the man, wondering if he’d always been a sleaze or if this was relatively new. As he raked his gaze over him, he suspected he was born that way. “Got it.”

  “You know the rules?” the man asked. “When you’re done, put the droid in the decontamination chamber to disinfect her for the next guy. No burning ’em, no beatin’ ’em and no takin’ apart to see their insides. You break it, scratch it or dent it, you buy it.”

  Rolling his eyes, Jonas nodded. He knew the rules. They were the same at brothels universally. Hell, brothel owners had less rules when you asked to fuck an actual girl rather than their droids. Guess it really did come down to the bottom line and droids cost more than human women to replace. A sad truth on most planets, present one included. “Yeah, yeah, I know the spiel.”

  The owner pulled a vial of serum out and popped it into a standard issue medical injection gun. “Arm.”

  Jonas put his arm on the counter, allowing the brothel owner to inject him with serum specially made to help a man achieve multiple erections over the period of several days. There was an instant rush as the chemicals were absorbed into Jonas’s bloodstream. Warmth spread through his body, centering in his groin. His cock pulsed with need and he knew his walk to his rented room would be stiff and slower than he’d like.

  He nodded his thanks and headed down the dark, dank hall in the direction of his rented room. The door to the room was wood and the paint was peeling from it. Spending almost all his time on space vessels and space stations, Jonas often forgot what wooden doors were like and wasn’t sure why anyone bothered with them anymore. He twisted the knob and entered the room. A woman spun around, her expression guarded at first.

  Odd.

  All the sex droids he’d fucked had lacked any expression beyond sexual excitement. He lifted a brow at the sight of her. She was breathtaking, but wearing too many clothes for his liking. “Undress.”

  She tipped her head, appearing almost confused by his request. “W-what?”

  He sighed. She was smoking hot, but if she was defective, he’d demand a new droid. Sexy or not, he’d paid good money to have the edge taken off his sexual needs. Either she’d obey or he’d find another model that would. “Take off your clothes now. I want to look at you.”

  Reluctantly, she followed his order. As each layer of clothing fell away, Jonas found himself engrossed more and more in the woman. There was something captivating about her. He put a hand up as she reached the final layer. “Slowly, I want to enjoy this.”

  She listened, inching the material over her body. He stared at the hot little number before him. Her breasts were just the way he liked them, handfuls of smooth globes with the ripest of pink berries just waiting to be sampled. His mouth watered with the need to lick them. Her waist was narrow and her body lean. She looked to be about five or six years younger than him, but he knew better. She was a droid. She’d probably come off an assembly line a year or so ago.

  She stared up at him with wide eyes, looking almost timid. It was refreshing. Normally, the pleasure droids he paid for wore virtually no expression. “I like the innocent look, keep it,” he said. “When I fuck you, tell me you’re a virgin. Play the part, got it?”

  She nodded slightly and waited for him to instruct her, as a good little sex kitten should. He didn’t pay for sex with flesh and blood women because he didn’t like having to take any extra time with them. Even the ones who claimed to just want a hard fast fuck really wanted more and too often they got crazy notions in their heads when they caught on to the fact he was with the Star Union. Droids didn’t think past the orders given to them. Their pussies were always wet, willing, ready and tight. They tended to be cleaner in more ways than one than the real deal and they didn’t beg to be taken off world or want a commitment.

  “Get on your knees and put my cock in your mouth,” he commanded. His cock, already hard from the serum, was ready to burst if he didn’t get relief and soon.

  The droid’s mouth gaped open for a moment and he thought she might actually refuse him. She took a tiny, hesitative step in his direction.

  “I can get the brothel owner in here, if you want me to.” It was an empty threat, but one he knew would make the pleasure droid respond. There was no way he’d ever put anything through the torture he’d heard the owners could, and would, inflict on their girls. Even if the droids couldn’t actually feel pain, Jonas wouldn’t bring the wrath of the owner down on them. If he hadn’t been hard up for a good, long fuck, he wouldn’t have even set foot in the place.

  Without a word, she walked to him as he unfastened his pants. She watched his actions with a strange curiosity about her. He’d never seen a droid react in such a manner before.

  Once his cock was free of its confines, she dropped to her knees and stared up at him with the most amazing pair of blue eyes he’d ever seen. She was beautiful, more beautiful than any pleasure droid he’d ever encountered. Also more lifelike than any he’d been with before. And he’d certainly commissioned a good number in his days. He’d fucked his way through countless droids.

  Chapter Two

  The droid’s tongue darted out and Jonas’s cock twitched. Damn, she was hot. “Mmm, baby, keep looking up at me like an innocent little virgin, and I’ll come all over your face before we even get started.”

  A slow smile crept onto her flawless face and he grabbed the back of her head. The tiniest of sighs sprang forth from her as her hands slid above his exposed thighs. He grinned down at her. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like it if I came all over your face and then rubbed the head of my cock in it. Wouldn’t you?”

  “Mmmhmm,” she murmured as she took hold of his cock. She toyed with it, examining it as though she’d never held one before. She focused on his ball sac, her tongue darting out and over it slowly at first, then faster. Each swipe of her hand was pure magic. He hissed, grabbing her jaw. “Open up, baby. I want to fuck your mouth.”

  She obeyed, taking his shaft into the silken depths of her hot mouth. Flicking her tongue quickly on the underside of his dick, she damn near drove him past the edge and he’d only just entered her mouth.

  Jonas grabbed the wall to steady himself as she added slow sucks and light teeth action to her repertoire. “You’re killing me. That’s a good girl. Suck it harder.”

  “Mmmhmm.”

  Clutching the back of her head, Jonas moaned as she took him deep down her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in and he drew back a bit, surprised by her even having one. Normally, he’d mouth-fuck a droid as hard and as furiously as he would a pussy or ass, but this beautiful creature before him demanded a more subtle approach. Much to Jonas’s surprise, allowing the female to take her time with him, caress the base of his shaft as she worked wonders with her mouth over the rest of his cock, was actually more fulfilling than mindless thrusts.

  Never before had he received a blowjob quite like this one. His legs shook and the fear of giving in and going to his knees was great. The idea of passing out because of phenomenal droid sex wasn’t something he relished. Sadly, it looked like it might come to fruition.

  Reaching up, she cupped his sac with one hand while she kneaded the base of his cock with the other. Jonas stroked the side of her face, staring down at her as her lips remained suctioned around his dick, almost begging him to finish. “Baby, I’m about to shoot come all the way down your hot throat.”

  She nibbled as she sucked on his dick, causing his legs to weaken even more. If she kept it up, he’d collapse onto the floor in no time flat.

  “That’s it, baby. Suck me like that. Harder, suck harder.” Jonas tipped his head back, savoring the moment. His entire body lit with a fury he’d not known before, and he was left no choice but to bite his lower lip, hoping to focus somehow. “I should have stopped by Fengaria eons ago… Oh, that’s it, use your teeth. Yeah, just like that… Scrape it gently, baby. Scrape it gently.”

  Jonas laced his fingers into the back of the pleasure droid’s long, curly bl
ond hair and let her continue with what she was programmed to do—make men happy. His schedule at Expedition Central kept him so busy he’d had little time to seek companionship. Not that he could even date freely. In his position, it tended to look bad if he romanced his subordinates. Since he was the big boss, all females at Expedition Central were below him.

  The only thing he really required was a good, long ejaculation every now and then. He wasn’t picky. More often than not his hand did the trick. Every now and then the hologram machine proved to be useful, but he still longed for more.

  The pleasure droids were just that—droids. They generally lacked any sort of real emotion and normally felt only slightly like a real woman. This one was different, this one’s mouth was hot, her breasts soft and her blue eyes full of mystery.

  “What do they call you?” he asked, panting slightly as she raked her teeth over his cock again.

  She pulled off long enough to speak. “Nora,” she whispered before going back to pleasing him.

  “I’m Jonas.”

  Nora sucked harder and Jonas’s balls drew up. He pulled his cock free of her mouth and watched as a stream of creamy, white come shot forth from the tip of his dick and onto her outstretched tongue. It was oddly erotic watching her lap up his come, drawing it in and seeming to savor it. The more that shot out, the quicker her tongue moved, catching it all. The sultry moan she let out caused him to jerk slightly as even more semen broke free of him. She drank it down and continued to stare up at him from under hooded eyes.

  The need to pull her up and kiss her passionately was great. As his chest began to tighten, his mind wandered. Feelings he shouldn’t be experiencing for a machine struck at the wall he kept around his heart, doing more damage to it in a short period of time than any one woman had in his lifetime. The very thought of having feelings for a droid sickened him, but he couldn’t seem to stop them.

  Jonas clutched his cock and reached down to stroke Nora’s cheek. “Stars above, you are beautiful. I wish women came this way naturally. If they did, I’d never seek another droid or hologram.”

  He waited a moment for his erection to return. Part of the reason Jonas liked the brothels on Fengaria best was because they provided a token arousal shot upon arrival that was so invigorating, he got hard at will. Unfortunately, he normally only had enough time to spend one night with a pleasure droid, and the shot usually lasted three days, leaving him jacking off endlessly back at Expedition Command Center.

  With his cock hard and the need to sink into Nora great, Jonas lifted her chin slightly. “Mmm, baby, I want to be in you now.”

  “I want a shower,” she said matter-of-factly.

  Jonas was a bit surprised by her response. Never before had a droid requested to clean up after performing an act on him. This was not only new—it was exciting. “Oh, I like the idea of fucking you in the shower.”

  Nora glanced towards the bathroom, looking a bit nervous. That was absurd. Droids didn’t get nervous, did they?

  “I, uhh, I’ll start it for us. Give me a minute and then I’ll call you in,” she said, sounding edgy.

  “Don’t take too long. I want to slide my cock into you and hear you call my name out.”

  Chapter Three

  Nora Towlahns closed the bathroom door and leaned her head back on it. The sound of thumping metal served to remind her just how insane her evening had been. She still wasn’t sure how she’d just managed to end up on her knees before the sexiest man she’d ever seen. One minute, she was running as fast as she could from her crazy brothers, who were trying to marry her off to a junk parts dealer suspected of murdering his last three wives, and the next she was with Jonas.

  Obviously, the place she’d chosen to hide wasn’t a hotel after all. When she’d crawled through the window, she’d come face-to-face with a droid. Instantly, she knew what type it was. Having been born and raised on Fengaria, she knew exactly how to spot a pleasure droid. They were all over-the-top versions of women some geek in a lab had created.

  Their nipples stayed permanently erect and every word they said sounded breathy, almost whisper-like. The heavy amounts of makeup and next-to-nothing outfits also aided in the spotting of them. If that wasn’t enough, one had only to look them in the eye for them to launch into a spiel about how they could “rock your world”, or “give you so much pleasure you’ll never need a real woman again”.

  Hating them was too easy. Being jealous of the droids was pointless. The only thing that made sense was to make small talk whenever she ran across a newer model that was capable of having a semi-sane conversation. They’d told Nora things she never dreamed possible, yet here she was, in a room with a man she’d not only sucked off, but wanted desperately to try everything she’d learned of too.

  Glancing toward the tiny power storage unit in the wall next to the particle shower, Nora prayed the real droid would remain silent. It had been in power-saving mode when she’d mistaken the brothel for a hotel. It didn’t notice her presence at first. Just when Nora thought she’d lucked out for the night with a warm place to sleep, she’d heard voices in the hallway. It hadn’t taken her long to figure out someone was headed into the room and she couldn’t risk discovery.

  Unlike most planets, Fengaria had harsh laws about women and what they could and could not do. Running out on her wedding day was a big no-no, punishable by death. Rather than risk her life by being exposed, Nora had opted to pretend to be the droid. The only problem with her scheme was that the real pleasure droid had selected that moment to activate.

  After a fierce battle, Nora had managed to subdue the droid and shove it into the bathroom. Getting the thing stuffed into the power panel wasn’t easy, and the idea of attempting to re-cram the droid into the tight spot was even less appealing than the first time round. As long as no one got in the shower to activate a particle stream, she was safe. The charge the shower would cause through the main power source to the room would no doubt jump-start the droid. If the droid reactivated too soon, she would be in serious trouble. Not only would Nora face the death penalty for running out on her wedding, she’d be doing so minus two hands and a tongue. Lying and stealing, which the law would no doubt consider taking a customer from a droid, was punishable by limb removal.

  Great, as if dying wasn’t bad enough.

  She’d known better than to start the charade to begin with. But when Nora had come out and found Jonas standing in the room, his blue eyes seeming to soak in her every movement as he shifted, showing off his god-like body, she’d thrown caution to the wind. If she was caught and got off with only having to marry the parts dealer, Nora wanted to know a night of passion—a night with a man so perfect she could savor it forever.

  Now, as she stood in the bathroom, unsure what to do next, she took a deep breath. “You want this. You want to share everything with him. Stop being foolish and…”

  “Let me in so I can fuck the hell out of you.”

  The sound of Jonas’s voice so close to the door took her by surprise. When it opened, her pulse sped. He poked his head around the corner and ran a hand through his shaggy hair. Every muscle on him seemed to ripple from the action. Her body lit in response to the sight of his. At the rate she was going, she’d experience all that a man and woman could do in a few short hours, forever imprinting it on her brain for the sake of sweet memories.

  Jonas’s cock, finally sated, at least for the moment, lay nestled in a thatch of tight black curls. Had she not snuck peeks at holograms of naked men during her studies at the university, she’d have been grossly unprepared to deal with Jonas when he whipped his out and demanded she suck it.

  Her family had been irate enough with her for demanding to be allowed to go to the university, and the idea of having learned valuable tips on sexual practices while there made Nora snicker.

  Money well spent.

  Nora couldn’t stop her tongue from sliding out and over her lower lip as she drank in the sight of Jonas in all his glory. The urge to d
rop to her knees again was great. Somehow, she managed to hold back. Thankfully, he was hers only for one night. Any longer with him and she feared she’d end up begging to always be permitted to taste of his cock.

  Jonas gave her a sexy smile and moved closer to her. “Lick that lip one more time and you’ll find me fucking that pretty little mouth again.”

  “Do you always talk like this or do you just do it with droids?” she asked, curious as to just how brazen Jonas tended to be. Sure, she enjoyed the sexually charged banter, but she knew men could be tender as well. Perhaps Jonas wasn’t one of those types of men. It didn’t matter. He made her body burn with need and her inner thighs damp with thoughts of him entering her. That was all she was concerned about. One last night of freedom, or the end of her life if things went badly, left Nora not caring about anything.

  He narrowed his blue gaze on her and tipped his head. “Nora, you are so very different from the other droids I’ve been with. And to answer your question, I say what’s on my mind and expect you to do the same.”

  She licked her lip again and let out a soft laugh as a pained expression came over Jonas’s squared features. “In that case, I want you to take me and ram that cock of yours into me so many times that I forget where I stop and you begin. I want you to soak me in your come. I want to wear it, to taste it, to rub it on me. I want everything.”

  Growling out, Jonas came at her fast. Before Nora knew it, he had her lifted off her feet and was headed toward the bedroom again. “Computer, turn on the lights, lowest level and add soft music—default settings.”

  Nora giggled. “This isn’t a Star Union vessel. This place doesn’t have a computer that will bend at your every whim.”

  He put his mouth dangerously close to hers. “It has you and you will bend at my every whim.”

  “Will I?” she asked, arching a brow, leaving some of her inhibitions behind her.

  The second Jonas’s eyes locked with hers, Nora already knew the answer to her own question. This stranger who had entered her life only an hour ago did possess the power to make her submit to him. That wasn’t just a shock, it was terrifying.