Original Sin

by Midway, Bridget

  “Don’t you ever say or think that you’re a bad doctor. Lars didn’t care one bit about us. You do. You care about our safety and well-being. You’re thoughtful and kind and sweet.”

  “And I’m having sex with my patient.” She covered her eyes with her hand.

  “No. You’re making love to a man, a man who needs you.” He assumed his position over her body in between her legs. “I need you, Sonjie. I need you.”

  Sonjie let him have the last word on this. Even though A-B-E-L was fine with all aspects of their new relationship, she still couldn’t wrap her mind around it. Although it felt so right, she knew deep down that this was wrong.

  One thing she loved about A-B-E-L was his slow and easy way with her. In all other aspects of his life, especially with fighting and training, he could be meteor fast. With her he took his time like he wanted to savor her, her body, her touch, her sounds.

  As hard as she had fought the feeling, she did love A-B-E-L. However, her heart tugged toward C-A-I-N, too. For as gruff as the other man was, with her he could be tender. Always honest, she never had to guess about his feelings.

  With her bittersweet orgasm, she was more confused than before. Now it was Sonjie’s turn to second-guess herself.

  * * * *

  Sonjie ignored the stares she got as she sauntered down the main corridor hallway with an old, stiff-legged sexbot trailing behind her.

  Finding the relic shocked her anyway. When she'd searched the storage facility on the lower deck, she had suspected that the robots would have all been destroyed. Behind a few crates sat one with its dark, curly wig sitting askew on its head. She would have to do.

  The squeaking sound the sexbot made whenever she bent her knees couldn't be ignored. Sonjie did her best to hold her head up high and march down the hallway. When the wobbly robot banged against the wall, causing the ogling crowd to laugh in hysterics, she lost her small bit of dignity.

  Cursing under her breath, she turned to it and wrapped its rubbery arm around her shoulder. The bot smelled dank, like mildew and old plastic. She knew C-A-I-N wouldn't go for this substitute for a real woman, but she had to try. The only way her conscience would be clear would be to satisfy him. She'd made a mistake with A-B-E-L. She couldn't do the same with C-A-I-N.

  At his door, Sonjie removed the thing's arm from around her and pressed his call button.

  "Yeah!" he answered gruffly.

  Not having sex really did raise his hostility level. Thankfully Sonjie had pumped herself with her medication so that if C-A-I-N upset her she wouldn't have to leave with a pounding headache.

  "Dr. Tuumlar here. Please let me in." She waited but heard nothing.

  "Tuumie?" he finally said.

  She cringed. "Yes, Dr. Tuumlar here."

  The door slid open but he wasn't standing on the other side waiting for her to run into his arms. Surprising. As much as he had been on top of her, she would have thought he would have anxious to see her.

  Or maybe she was projecting. After a hot night with A-B-E-L the night before, she still felt her skin tingle as though she glowed. She wanted C-A-I-N to notice, too. There were a lot of things she wanted him to notice about her.

  Finding him sitting on his bed, she took tentative steps into his room. Her gaze fell to his hands, then his large bare feet. Clad in only a pair of black shorts, his body looked even more incredible up front than behind a shadowed glass.

  "Surprised to see you here, Doc," he said.

  Sonjie scanned his living quarters. And she thought her space was barren. In the center of C-A-I-N's room sat his enormous bed, wide, low and flat. She imagined him lying naked on the center of it while he masturbated to whatever porn feed was going through the TV reception that day.

  Black tiles covered his floors. In the corner she found a chest-high dresser. Fixed at the top of his bathroom doorframe was a silver bar. She was sure he did chin-ups on it. Probably installed it himself.

  One thing she couldn't say about his room. She couldn't say he kept it cluttered and dirty. Just the opposite. She found not one thing out of place. The man lived as though the High Commander could inspect his quarters at any moment. C-A-I-N truly was a soldier's soldier.

  Sonjie slammed her knees together to stop the slow leak dripping between her legs.

  What was it about this man that stirred her? He was nothing like A-B-E-L. A-B-E-L could send her skyrocketing to an orgasm with just his eyes and the gentle way he used his hands.

  C-A-I-N epitomized rough-around-the-edges.

  "You had mentioned something in our session yesterday." Sonjie crossed her arms over her chest.

  "Was it about the way you tasted?" He cocked a smile. "By the way, you're very, very good, Doc." He licked his lips.

  Sonjie had to look away before her embarrassment surfaced above her cool demeanor.

  "Related to that." She paced. "You said that you've never had female interaction. I've brought you something."

  C-A-I-N furrowed his eyebrows and peeked around her. As soon as Sonjie heard the squeak she knew the robot was on the move.

  "My—my—my name is C-C-C-Candy," it stammered. "I will—will—will please you b-b-b-beyond your wildest d-rrrrrreams."

  "What the fuck?" C-A-I-N sprang from his bed and hustled to the sexbot. "You can't be serious." He stood next to it.

  Candy's eyes rolled in her head, first going down to the floor, then slowly rising back up. The sound of C-A-I-N pacing next to it made its eyes roll over to him.

  To make her more presentable, Sonjie straightened out her wig. Dust covered her tight dingy white T-shirt and her short metallic-blue skirt.

  "She will satisfy your sexual urges." Sonjie smiled as she made the sales pitch. "She is disease-free and the mechanic checked out her internal mechanisms. They seem to work fine."

  His eyebrows shot up. "Oh really?" Turning back to her, he said, "Sit down in that chair, Candy."

  The sexbot obliged.

  C-A-I-N disappeared into his kitchen and returned with a two-inch wide and about seven-inch long meal-ready-to-eat tube of a red liquid, probably soup. Crouching down on the floor at her feet, he reached under her skirt and ripped off her panties.

  Sonjie was immediately reminded of when C-A-I-N had done the exact same thing to her just a couple of days ago in the interview room. She still couldn't find her panties. She suspected he kept them as a souvenir. Maybe C-A-I-N was sentimental. Or maybe he was just that perverted.

  Then C-A-I-N spread Candy's legs open with a hard jerk. The force sounded a cracking noise to echo in the room. Candy's wig flipped around to her face again but this time Sonjie felt no need to straighten it.

  C-A-I-N had made it clear he wouldn't satisfy his sexual urges with this appliance. Sonjie watched to find out exactly why.

  "Let's just test your theory." C-A-I-N parted Candy's manufactured labia. Squeezing the tail end of the tube to stiffen it, he slipped it inside of the mechanical woman, slowly, inch by inch.

  Sonjie stood on her tiptoes to get a glimpse at what he was doing until she heard a loud smacking sound that sent the giant falling back onto the floor.

  The red goo inside of the tube covered C-A-I-N's chest and arms. Between Candy's legs, her vagina clamped shut so tight and fast that it caused her to crush the MRE C-A-I-N used.

  Now the robot couldn't stop. It was as though her pussy hadn't eaten a meal and was making up for lost time.

  "By gods, I didn't know it would do that." Sonjie stared at the hideous display.

  C-A-I-N stood and ran to the back of Candy's head. Tossing the wig off, he opened a small compartment at the top of her bald head and hit a switch, which caused her eyes to close and her body to stop moving.

  "Why the hell do you think she was in the storage facility to begin with?" C-A-I-N faced Sonjie. "You hadn't heard that one of these things nearly chopped off some poor guy's dick?"

  "I thought it was just a joke."

  He pointed to the dripping empty packet still stuck between
the thing's legs. "Look funny to you?"

  "I'm sorry."

  Keeping her gaze away from his, Sonjie, with great trepidation, reached for the flaccid tube between the mechanical woman's legs. One slow tug caused it to clamp down on it again.

  So Sonjie made one quick jerk, nearly toppling the sexbot onto the floor. C-A-I-N held onto its shoulders to keep it steady.

  "I'll clean up this mess and take her out of here." Sonjie tossed the plastic wrap into a nearby trashcan.

  "And then what?" he asked.

  "What do you mean? "

  "The purpose of your trip was to bring me some satisfaction. You've failed. Does that mean you're going to follow through or are you going to leave me high and dry?"

  Her mouth moved but nothing came out of it. Being called a failure made her feel like he'd punched her in the gut and extracted all of her air. She would bet every moon and star in the galaxy that he'd chosen his words carefully to evoke a specific response.

  "Lock doors," he bellowed.

  What followed came the loud clanking sounds of the doors being secured with Sonjie locked inside with him.

  "Let's finish this conversation in the bathroom." He padded by her without an explanation.

  Of course Sonjie deduced that he would need to clean the mess from his chest that the sexbot had made.

  "I'd rather stay out here and wait for you." She folded her arms. She made her place by Candy as though she'd planned on using the adult toy like a weapon.

  "I'd rather you didn't make this more difficult than it already is. You brought me a dangerous man-eating toy, Dr. Tuumlar. The least you can do is carry on a conversation with me while I wash off this shit." He pointed to the red goo still dripping from his chest down to his shorts.

  "Fine. I'll stand at the doorway." She conceded as she followed him, keeping at least ten paces behind him.

  "Fine. I won't file a report that says you brought me a dick-eating robot that could have laid me up for months."

  She tried soothing the constant itch at the back of her neck. C-A-I-N certainly liked to play dirty.

  "It was an honest mistake."

  He stepped into the bathroom. Sonjie continued keeping her distance, now standing at least five feet from the doorway. She caught the top of his head when he bent over, then got a glimpse of him fully nude as he strolled to the shower stall.

  Her mouth watered from the brief sight but she had to hold it together. The man had already threatened a claim against her. The last thing she needed was to go before a review board from a complaint a cyborg made, one that the High Commander had been asking about for the last few weeks.

  A loud rush of water sounded before C-A-I-N submerged himself. "Mistakes can be…"

  His voice trailed off after he closed the stall door.

  "What was that?" she asked, raising her voice above the loud spray.

  He repeated himself but it still sounded garbled. Walking with slow, careful steps, she eased into the bright bathroom. Surrounded in nothing but white from the ceiling to the walls and down to the floors, the lights over the sink made the room even more blinding. One thing did catch Sonjie's attention: no mirrors.

  And something else that grabbed her notice was his smell, his very masculine scent that overpowered the air in his living quarters. The hot shower only intensified his musky scent.

  Sonjie rubbed the back of her neck and tried not to imagine him standing naked in the stall.

  "I didn't hear you, C-A-I-N," she began. "What did you say?"

  In an instant, the water shut off and he whipped open the shower door, exposing his nude body. Droplets of water cascaded down his chest. Sonjie summoned every bit of strength inside of her to resist the urge to lick her lips as she wondered what it would be like to lave the water from his body.

  "I said some mistakes can be fun," he said with a smirk.

  Not liking the idea of being so close, Sonjie turned to leave.

  "So what were you hoping you would accomplish with that Candy machine?" he asked when her back was turned.

  Keeping her back to him while he dried himself, she answered, "What were you hoping to accomplish with your little stunt yesterday?"

  Nothing. No answer. Then she felt heat, a smoldering heat when he pressed his body against hers as she stood in the doorway. His hands braced against the doorframe as he leaned over her, his head next to hers.

  He whispered, "Which stunt? When I jerked off or when I made you come?"

  Beyond her will, she let out a moan that she desperately covered up by feigning a gasp. She turned on her heel and backed from him. "I should have reported you to Officer Gerson. What you did was assault."

  "And yet you didn't. Why is that?" Slowly and methodically, he approached her, a towel wrapped around his waist and a lecherous intent gleaming in his eyes.

  Damn, he looked good!

  "I needed time to assess the situation, gather my thoughts for a comprehensive report, think about the ramifications of your incarceration would have on our mission."

  Yes, those reasons all sounded good to her and plausible.

  "I believe the word you're looking for, Doc, is orgasm. You didn't squeal to Cotton because I gave you what you've been dying for just using my hand."

  "I'm plenty satisfied right now, thank you very much." And she wasn't saying that to get C-A-I-N to stop coming toward her. She meant it. Sex with A-B-E-L was unbelievable. He embodied everything she would want in a lover: kind, generous, caring, skilled.

  Then again, she knew she couldn't continue with A-B-E-L. Not only was he her patient, but he was also government property. The latter proved to be more lethal than the former reason.

  C-A-I-N caught her with her back against the wall. He took her hand, leaving the other free, and pressed it against the cold wall, holding her by her wrist over her head.

  "Should I be jealous of your delicate hands or have you found another lover?" He cocked his head as he stared at her.

  She didn't answer.

  "Someone I know?" he pressed.

  She didn't answer.

  "If it's Cotton, I swear I'll kill him and shove his balls down his throat. He's not good enough for you."

  The rage in his eyes both excited and frightened her. Her heart sped up with his harsh words.

  "I'm not having an affair with Cotton," her mouth finally willed her to say.

  "Good." With his free hand, he traced the neckline of her shirt with his finger. "I can't imagine anyone else touching you and giving you the type of pleasure you deserve, you need."

  She felt his need rising under his towel. His hard cock pressed against her stomach. Feeling him so hard, thick and long, made he pussy quiver.

  Damn, Sonjie, fight it! Fight it! Don't make the same mistake twice.

  "I should go." She tried pulling her hand from his grasp.

  "Why?"

  Before she could answer, he nuzzled his face into the side of her neck. He dragged his full lips over her heated flesh. The connection made her clitoris throb.

  "People saw me coming in here with the sexbot."

  "So?" He continued kissing her neck and the side of her face.

  "They'll think that I'm in here watching you make love to that thing."

  That's when he pulled his head back.

  With an intense but mischievous stare, he said, "Good. Let them think that. Let them see that my Dr. Tuumlar is a sexy woman." He took in a deep inhalation. "I can smell you. You're excited." He took her other hand and pressed it against his raging hard-on again. "Every time. Every fucking time I'm around you."

  She swallowed uneasily. "It's because I'm the only woman you interact with on a daily basis. Perhaps I can see to it that you're escorted to Sector G-P61 where you're able to find real human escorts."

  "Don't deny what's between us, Sonjie."

  And when he said her name this time, her nipples hardened to a painful extent. Relief would only come if he took that damn itchy bra off of her and caressed her breasts wit
h his hands and mouth.

  He engulfed her mouth with his, kissing her so hard and passionately that breath escaped her and she subsisted on the tiny morsels of air he provided.

  She hadn't realized she had a firm grasp of his penis until she felt his towel had dropped from around his waist and her fisted hand held up the material.

  When she mustered enough strength she pulled back from him, although he still had her hand trapped against the wall.

  "I can't do this," she said.

  A range of emotions ran through her. Guilt, excitement, fear, anger, lust, love. She couldn't want this, want this man, this cyborg, her patient.

  "Hit me," he demanded.

  She furrowed her eyebrows. Her blood ran cold at his request.

  "You heard me." He let her go long enough to yank off her T-shirt and toss it to the floor. "I want you to hit me. Make this okay for you."

  "Hitting you won't do that." She attempted to free herself by running to his door. Then what? She couldn't leave. He had her locked inside of his den, not to mention that he'd stripped her of her top.

  With one hard pull, he broke the clasp on her skirt. It fell to the floor, pooling around her feet.

  "Please, don't." Her pleas came out weak.

  She wanted to stop him, stop this madness, but her body prevented her from accepting nothing less than his undivided attention.

  "Damn it, Sonjie, feel something! Do it!"

  She reared her hand back and slapped him across his face. The sound ricocheted throughout his small living space. Her hand stung from the contact with his hard cheek and chin. Seeing him look so stunned and the surge of power that went through her, Sonjie felt a wave of pent-up frustration and anger releasing through that one hit.

  "What the hell was that, a love tap?" C-A-I-N said, goading her. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra with one quick hand motion. "You're one of the top scientists in your field and you're treated like the office sexbot. Dr. Urlean used you. He laughed at your discoveries and your advancements. Whether you want to admit it or not, you need to be fucked." His large hand cupped her breast.

  She slapped him again and again. The more she hit him the faster her heart pounded until she thought the organ would stop working.