Indulgence (98 page)

“I could clean--” Her mouth dropped open as he removed his
body armor. “Sir.” She hopped off the horizontal support, her bare feet
smacking against the tile, her large breasts jiggling, distracting him. “What
did you do to yourself?” She touched the sliver of new skin over his right pec.

“Get back on the horizontal support, female.” He stroked his
hard cock, wanting to bury himself inside her, not chatter.

“Were you looking for the third tracking device?” She
skimmed her fingertips over another one of Crash’s failed searches. “I’m sorry,
sir.” Her head lowered. “I should have told you where it was. I--”

“Turn around.” Rage spun her until she faced away from him.
“And stick that ass in the air.” He pushed on her upper back, forcing her to
bend over.

She gripped the edge of the horizontal support. “Sir--”

“Spread your legs for your cyborg.” He placed his feet
between hers, widening her stance. She tilted her ass upward, giving him a
clear view of her pink pussy lips. Her juices glistened on her flesh. His
curvaceous female wanted him, a cyborg. That never failed to excite him.

He pumped his cock as he gazed at her. Joan was pale skin,
brown hair, not a sharp angle on her lush form. She waved her plump ass, her
girth enough to satisfy even a C Model like himself.

“Rage, sir.” She gazed over her shoulder, the need in her
eyes almost bringing him to his knees.

Rage drifted his fingers over her ass cheeks, around the
dimples in her skin, relishing the feel, sight, smell of her. “I haven’t seen
anything so beautiful in all of my solar cycles of existing.” He slid his hands
in the valley between her curves. “What are you doing to me, Joan?”

“I’m serving you, sir.” Her voice grew husky.

He toyed with her puckered hole. “I’ve heard that some human
females like a male’s cock in their asses.” He didn’t understand it. When the
humans abused him there, the pain was excruciating. “Have you ever taken a cock
here?”

“No, sir.” She trembled. “But if it would give you pleasure,
I-I will try.” He heard the fear in her offer.

His brave little engineer trusted him, put her safety in his
rough hands, and he wouldn’t abuse that trust. “It wouldn’t give me pleasure to
hurt you, female.” He continued downward, dipping his fingertips into her
wetness. “I’m a cyborg, not one of your cruel humans.”

Rage caressed her pussy, feathering her intimate folds, the
delicateness of her humbling him. She was a being of contrasts, her spirit
strong, her form yielding, and she fascinated him. He rubbed his chin against
her shoulders as he played, branding her with more of his scent.

“Hmmm…” She arched her back, squirming under him. “I’ll miss
this, sir. I’ll miss you.”

“No, you won’t.” She talked as though she was leaving him
and he didn’t like that. “You’re mine. I’m keeping you.”

“But--”

“No buts.” Rage rammed two of his fingers into her pussy and
she squeaked. He smiled smugly. That should shut her up.

He ravished her again and again, not allowing her an
opportunity to draw a deep breath, to speak. Her juices ran down his hand,
staining his skin with her musk, with her heat. Intent on driving her as mad as
she drove him, he brushed her clit with his thumb, spread his fingers inside
her.

“Yes. Good. Oh. Yes,” she babbled nonsense, pushing back on
him. “Rage, more.” He added a finger. “Oh. Oh. Yes. So good.”

It did feel good. Rage gave her four more hard pumps and
then removed his fingers.

“No. No. Please.”

He ignored her protests, sucking her juices off his skin.
“You’re fertile, female.” That made no sense. How could she, a human female, be
at the height of fertility for fifteen consecutive planet rotations?

It didn’t matter. Rage pushed his concerns away. They
wouldn’t create offspring. He’d never have more than this female bent over
before him, her ass presented to him like a gift from the designer.

She was more than enough for him, more than he’d ever
dreamed he’d have. He prodded her pussy with his cock head, finding her tight
entrance. Heat radiated from her. Rage slowly entered his female, delighting in
the squeeze of her inner walls around his tip.

Joan muttered words of encouragement, her voice flowing over
him, an endless wave of sound he could lose himself in. He gripped her hips and
slid deeper and deeper, his female encompassing him, an emotional layer of
protection from the hurtful worlds as effective as any body armor.

His base touched her pussy lips, the pinch against his ball
exquisite. Rage closed his eyes, remained still, and simply was, committing
every nuance to his memories, both organic and mechanic, this dual capture
ensuring he’d never forget.

His female massaged him with her pussy, gently closing
around his shaft and then releasing, closing and then releasing. Frag. She was
gifted. Sweat beaded on his forehead, each intimate caress stripping more of
his control.

Which was dangerous. He was a primitive C Model cyborg.
Restraint wasn’t hardwired into his design.

Seeking to reestablish his dominance over her, he rocked,
pushing in and out of her pussy, even this leisurely breeding swaying her body.
Joan moved with him, whispering her approval, her encouragement escalating his
enjoyment. She wanted this, wanted him.

Rage layered his body over hers, sliding his skin along
hers. He was much larger than his little female, covering her completely. Her
head rested in the center of his chest, her curly out of control hair pillowing
his abs.

Her pussy constricted around his cock and he gritted his
teeth, struggling to contain his response, his body wishing to come, to spill
its seed.

It took several moments before he could speak. “You like
being captured by your cyborg.”

“Yes, sir.” Her voice was muffled. “I feel safe, protected.”

“You are.” He kissed the top of her head, increasing his
pace. “No one will hurt you, little engineer.” Not while he was with her.

Rage bred with her harder, faster, smacking his hips against
her ass, giving her an erotic demonstration of his strength. The horizontal
support rocked, threatened to fall over. He clasped the far edge, securing it.

Joan panted, her sentences becoming shorter, her words
making less sense. With his female, he always knew what she thought, what she
was feeling, her emotions reflected in her verbal barrage.

Rage liked that. There was no guessing. When she was happy,
he knew it. When she wasn’t, he knew that too. He could take action, please
her.

“Harder.” She moved backward, into his thrusts.

He obeyed her command, snapping his hips forward, grunting.
His power was subconsciously tempered. Although Rage was lost in a
passion-filled haze, his machine held his actions in check, both sides of him
devoted to Joan, to her safety, her bliss.

“Yes, yes.” She quivered, repeating this over and over.

That wasn’t the word he wanted to hear on her lips. “Rage.”
He drove into her, his ball smacking against her skin. “Call my name, female.
Tell the worlds who is breeding with you.”

“Rage.” She sweetly complied, his name a breathy plea.
“Rage. Rage.”

“Louder.” He matched his rhythm to her cries. She was his
focus, his everything. Her fingers curled on the sleeping support. Her inner
walls closed around him.

The tightness, the heat of her pussy was too much, too good.
“Joan.” He thrust deep and ground against her. She screamed his name, clenched
around his shaft and he bellowed, pouring all of himself into her, filling her
with his seed.

She reared back, slapping her spine against his chest, and
dropped. He hooked one of his arms around her, not allowing her to fall. His
little female fought him, writhing like a wild thing. He held her easily, drove
into her one, two more times, and then became still.

Fraggin’ hell. She destroyed him. Every time he bred with
her.

“Rage.” Her voice was hoarse.

“Easy, female.” He lifted her onto the horizontal support,
climbed onto the surface with her and folded her form into his. She felt right
there, as though she was made for him.

“You have to leave.” Joan returned to her previous worries.
“They plan to decommission you. Do you know what that means?”

He grunted, knowing exactly what that meant. His previous
handlers would gleefully tell him about the cyborgs previously decommissioned,
friends, comrades, sliced into pieces while remaining conscious.

“They’ll kill you.” She shuddered. “In the most painful way
possible. I can survive anything, but not your death.” She wrapped his arms
tighter around her, using him as a covering. “Promise me you’ll escape during
this repositioning.”

That promise would result in his death if she betrayed him.
Rage burrowed his face into her hair, inhaling her tantalizing fragrance. He
needed her help to find the third tracking device. Taking her with him would be
easier if she knew about his plans.

But more than that, he wanted to trust her. He wanted to
believe she wasn’t like the other humans he knew. He wanted her to truly be
his, in all ways.

Rage linked his fingers with Joan’s. “I
will
escape
during this repositioning.”

“Thank the stars.”

He relaxed. The tension easing from her body couldn’t be
feigned. She was genuinely relieved, sincerely wanted him to escape, be free.

“I’ll do what I can to help you, tell you everything I
know.” She wiggled against him, brushing her ass against his cock, reawakening
his need for her. “I created a recording for Crash. He can be trusted, right?”
She glanced over her shoulder.

She was as paranoid as he was. He gazed at her with a
mixture of approval and arousal. “I trust Crash and Gap with my life.”

“Good because you’ll need them.” She nodded. “You can’t do
this alone.”

He was no longer alone. He had her.

Rage listened to her disjointed plotting, not saying
anything about his own. He wouldn’t put her in more danger than she was already
in, wouldn’t share all of his plans with her until after he returned from the
next deployment. Joan was a terrible liar, her concerns written over her
gorgeous face, and he wouldn’t give the human males another reason to attack
her, to torture her to find out what he would do.

He pulled her closer to him. He’d keep her safe.

Rage trusted her.

He admitted he planned to escape. Warmth blossomed in Joan’s
chest. They were now working together, as a couple, to ensure he was successful.

He shifted his weight from his right foot to his left,
standing with his back to her, impatiently waiting for her to remove the third
tracking device. She sprayed his gray skin liberally with the pain inhibitor,
ensuring he felt nothing.

“Did Crash, at least, use pain inhibitors on you before he
searched?”

Rage grunted, which she interpreted as a no. The pain he
suffered, the stripes of new skin over his body were her fault. She didn’t tell
him where the device was, wanting him to ask her for help, not knowing he’d try
to find it himself. She’d put her needs before his and he’d paid the price.

That wouldn’t happen again. She pinched the skin between his
shoulder blades. “Can you feel that, sir?”

He gave another grunt.

Rage wasn’t the most vocal being but that was okay. She
understood him. Joan counted down the vertebrate from his skull. “It’s
positioned over the twelfth vertebrate, sir. I mentioned that on my message to
Crash.”

“You shouldn’t be leaving messages for Crash.” His deep
voice rolled over her. “You’re my female.”

He was a possessive bastard. “I left the message for your
benefit.” She raised the laser scalpel, her hands shaking. This had to be done.
She had to hurt him to free him. “Remain still, sir.”

She made the smallest incision possible. His rich red blood
seeped from the wound, making her light-headed. She wiped the area with a
cleaning cloth, swapped the laser scalpel for the grippers, and carefully
entered his body, navigating between two metal plates.

“Don’t yank the device out.” She located the release.
“There’s a button on one end. Press it and the device will separate from your
bone with no damage.” She extracted it. “See?” She showed it to him.

His brilliant blue eyes gleamed. “Very good, female.” The
cut pulled together, sealed with a layer of new skin.

She pressed her lips against the healing wound.

“What are you doing?” he demanded.

“I’m kissing it better.” She beamed. “As I did with your
wrists.”

“I saw no significant improvement.”

“Noted, sir.” Joan laughed. For all of his grumbling, he
enjoyed being fussed over. “I’m taping your tracking device in place.”

She cleaned the tiny machine, gingerly set it over the
rapidly healing wound, and sealed it with medical tape. Although there was a
lump, the tape blended with his skin. From a distance, no one would detect the
modification.

No one, except for herself, should see his naked body before
he left on deployment. The medical tape was a precaution. She wasn’t taking any
chances with her cyborg’s safety.

Joan moved the elevation platform around Rage’s big body. He
had to leave her. There was no other choice. She skimmed her fingertips over
his defined chest, unable to resist touching him, knowing their time together
was limited.

“This is the memory chip for Crash.” She pressed the electronics
against his left pec, over his cyborg heart. “It contains everything I could
recall, any intelligence I thought might be useful to you.” She covered it with
medical tape also.

Her fingers flattened over the spot. The triple beat of his
heart thumped against her palm. “I won’t ask you where you’re going, sir.” She
didn’t want that information, worrying that if she was interrogated, she might
divulge his secrets. “I know there will be fighting.” Her lips curled upward.
“You’re happiest in battle.”