Melting Iron (3 page)

Her gaze roamed broad shoulders covered with tattoos that ran from his collarbones over the tops of his shoulders and then disappeared to his back. His biceps were thick masses of muscle that were bigger around than her thighs, maybe even her waist. She swallowed hard, her attention lowering to his pants, which he slowly unfastened. He had ridges of muscle just above his belt. Her heart hammered. He looked too big and too strong for it to even be safe to have sex him. If he didn’t manage to bruise her by being too rough then he’d definitely squish her with his weight.

Intense blue eyes watched her from beneath long, curly, dark red eyelashes. His luminous skin tone and red hair was shocking enough but as his pants slid down tapered hips, she was in for another stunning moment. The gasp she heard came from her own lips as her terrified gaze locked on his sex.

“Oh, hell no.”
She tried to back up, forgetting she was already against his bed, only to collapse on her ass on his mattress at the sudden motion.

His full lips twisted. “You’re my slave and you agreed to this.” His voice was deeper than normal but in a lower tone that reminded her more of a growl.

Dawn couldn’t look away from the
cyborg’s
protruding cock, which was pointing right at her as he kicked out of his leather pants and boots, stepping free of them to remove his socks. He straightened, took a step toward her. She whimpered, shaking her head again.

“You’re too thick, too big, and I can’t.” She never thought she’d be telling a guy he was too big but she’d never seen a guy built the way the
cyborg
was either. He wasn’t freaky large but that was more than she’d ever seen and she hadn’t had sex in two years, four months, and some weeks. Her gaze tore from his generous sex to plead with him with her eyes. “You’ll hurt me.”

He froze, stared at her, looking seriously annoyed. His eyes narrowed and his expression became grim. Taking a deep breath that expanded his chest further, he growled low in his throat. The animalistic sound made her even more afraid.

“I’ll be careful. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

She so didn’t believe him. She inched back on his mattress until her head bumped the wall, telling her she was trapped in the corner with no escape. Her gaze was locked with his and fear turned to outright terror as he took a step toward her and then another, advancing on her the way a predator would, toying with its prey.

“Please,” she whispered. “You’re seriously the size of two of me and with that…” her gaze flew down to his cock again and then back up. “That’s going to hurt me.”

His eyes flashed then all expression was wiped away. He stopped at the edge of the bed, staring down at her, not even blinking now. “Open your thighs and let me see you.”

“No.”

That got a reaction from him. Iron frowned. “If you don’t want to be hurt then open up and let me see. Don’t make me say it again. I can make you do anything I want. We both know I’m much stronger than you but I don’t want to have to force you because I’d have to pin you, which might harm you.”

She hesitated.

“I want to see if you can take me without pain…or not. Like males, females come in different sizes. If you are as small as you are implying then I will see that and know that sex isn’t possible between us without harming you. Open your thighs to me and I’ll be the judge.”

She finally shook her head. “No.”

He took another deep breath, drawing her attention to his wide chest again. Then he spun away. He took a few rapid steps to his discarded clothing, bent over to show her a nice, muscular silver-gray ass, then he straightened and turned back to face her. He was gripping his belt.

“What are you going to do with that?” She went from terror to anger. “If you hit me, you better knock me out or I’ll kill your ass.”

She moved, getting to her feet on his bed. Being taller than him helped him look only slightly less intimidating. She balled her fists, tensing. She’d fight before she submitted to some asshole whipping her.

He watched her a moment before he struck. He moved faster than she thought possible for such a hulking frame. He almost dove at her, going low, not giving her time to react as his hand gripped her ankle. She didn’t even have time to scream as he gave a mighty jerk, yanking her legs out from under her. She hit the bed on her back, in shock, before weight crushed her down as the
cyborg
fell on top of her.

She stared up at his face, unable to even breathe from his weight, feeling crushed into the soft mattress. Hot skin pressed tightly to her cooler flesh. She didn’t fight when he jerked her arms above her head. She was too stunned and the panic of not being able to get air into her lungs made her freeze up. When the urge to breathe became unbearable she started to fight.

His weight lifted off her, allowing her the air she needed as she gasped it in. The man pinning her used his hands to brace his upper body, their gazes locking—hers terrified and his grim. She tried to push him but her arms wouldn’t come down. She jerked and felt the bite of his belt on her wrists instead. Her wrists were tied together, attached to his headboard.

“Let me go.”

He slowly shook his head, lifting off her. “Open your legs now for my inspection.”

“Fuck you.” She locked her legs together as he moved to sit on the side of the mattress, turning to stare at her legs.

He frowned. “I could force them open but then you’d have bruises.”

Glaring at him, feeling afraid at the same time, she hesitated. “When I get free, I’m going to kill you, asshole.”

An eyebrow arched. “Thank you for sharing your plan with me.” His voice deepened. “Now open up for my inspection. Resisting me is a waste of your energy and will only harm you.”

Gritting her teeth she drew her knees up to her chest, hesitated, and then twisted her body suddenly and slammed the bastard in his chest. She kicked out hard, and to her shock, actually knocked him off the bed. She watched him disappear off the edge and heard the satisfying sound of him landing on the floor with a grunt.

He came up fast, anger on his features, and then he reached for her with his big hands. Struggling and trying to kick him didn’t work for long. The big
cyborg
grabbed her thighs, pressing them to the bed. He forced her legs open and pinned them down. Dawn screamed in rage. He ignored her to stare at her exposed pussy.

She stared at his face. He frowned and his gaze lifted. “Activate your sex drive now.”

“What?”

He sighed. “You’re not ready for sex. Activate your sex drive so you are prepared for my cock.”

Shock tore through her as his words sank in. She struggled, straining against his hands on her thighs and the belt that kept her arms together over her head, but all she did was twist helplessly. She glared at him, letting her anger override her fear.

“I’m not a damn computer. I can’t get turned-on at a command, asshole. Is that how your women are? That’s just freaky.”

He blinked a few times while he studied her. “I want you wet and ready for me.”

“I want you to let me go, you gray bastard. I can’t just do that because you tell me to.”

His hands jerked away from her, releasing her thighs, which she immediately locked together. He stood up in a fluid motion and stormed across the room. Dawn watched the big man slam a fist into the wall, taking loud, long deep breaths. He stood there with his back to her before he slowly turned to face her again. Rage was etched on his face.

“I demand you prepare your body for me. I control the fate of the younger human you care for, so you will do as I say.”

She moved on the bed, using her feet to push on the mattress and managed to sit up, her back to the headboard as she tugged uselessly on her bound wrists. The belt was tight on her skin, the weird, stretchy material it was made of dug into her wrists almost painfully. She just stared at the
cyborg
in shock. He honestly thought she could just flip a mental switch and want him. Were they like that? Sexual desire just something
cyborgs
could turn on and off in their brains? She swallowed.

“I’m human. I can’t just want you because you tell me to. I don’t want you and I’m afraid. The only way I’m going to get wet is if I piss myself.”

He growled low, a frustrated sound. He bent suddenly to grab his clothes up off the floor. She watched him get dressed in jerky motions. Relief hit her as he stormed out of the room a minute later, leaving her alone. Her heart rate slowed as her fear and anger eased away. She turned her attention to the belt that held her secured to his bed.

“Fuck.” She tugged and even managed to bend and twist enough to use her teeth but she couldn’t get free of the damn thing.

* * * * *

It was dark in the room. The lights had just gone out and it had scared the shit out of her when blackness surrounded her. The
cyborg’s
room was too damn quiet. The reinforced walls kept out all sound. On
Vonder
Station, the sound of the engines running was always a constant, soothing hum. On the
Star
it was similar to being sealed in a tomb.

She was curled in a ball on her side, cold, miserable, and scared. Had Iron gone to hurt Cathy? Would the girl pay because Dawn had fought off the man,
prevented
him from taking her by force? He scared her and she admitted that freely. He was big, alien-looking, and not all the way human. She knew
cyborgs
were mostly human because they got their DNA from human donors but that’s where the similarities ended. They were machines under their skin, even if they were flesh and blood ones.

The door opened suddenly, light blinding her as the room flooded with it automatically, telling her that she wasn’t alone anymore. She blinked to adjust to the light and turned her head to stare over her shoulder to see what would happen in her living nightmare now. Iron stepped inside the door as it slid closed behind him. His blue gaze locked with hers.

“I’m back.”

“I see.” She didn’t move and kept rolled in a tight ball on his bed with her back to him. He could see her ass but she couldn’t help that since she was naked. “Did you hurt Cathy?”

“No. I was doing research.”

Why did that scare her? Dawn chewed on her lip, afraid to ask what the hell that meant. She rolled over, facing him, though still tightly balled, hiding her body from his gaze.

He reached for his shirt, slowly removing it to show off his chest again. He stripped out of his pants. He had not put on his boots, had left the room barefoot, so it didn’t take him long to undress. Dawn refused to glance down his big body to see if he was turned-on again. She had a sinking feeling that the
cyborg
was going to take another run at her for sex.

“I just watched a male stimulate his human female’s sexual responses.” He tilted his head, staring at her. “I learn quickly.”

That totally didn’t bode well for her and she knew it as she stared at him. “Good for you.”

“Good for us.” He turned away to walk toward a storage wall. “I know how to prepare you for my cock now.” He opened up part of the wall.

“Son of a bitch,” she whispered, struggling to sit up. He was aroused, his cock thick, stiff, and protruding straight from his large frame as he turned to face her again. She glanced at that generous endowment and locked her thighs tightly together, feeling her heart rate climb to an accelerated pace.

“Don’t do this. You’re a
cyborg
and obviously you have the ability to turn your needs on or off at a thought. Shut it down.”

He walked over and dropped a few shirts on the end of the bed. “I can control my body but I have often suffered sexual urges. I own you now so I no longer have to deny myself a basic need.”

A chime sounded. It made Dawn jump, not expecting it. The
cyborg
turned away from her, walking calmly and totally naked to his door. It opened up as he approached, the automatic sensors doing their job. Dawn gasped when she saw two more
cyborgs
standing there. Their gazes went directly to her and her naked body.

“Fuck,” she cursed, jerking her knees up, trying to hide her exposed body to their view. Terror hit her as the two men stepped into the room. That son of a bitch was going to turn her into a ship whore to share with his buddies. “No!”

Iron ignored her to step back. “Bring it in.”

A third
cyborg
suddenly came into view, although he was hard to see behind the cot he carried. It was an entire framed unit with mattress and rails. There wasn’t much room to spare as the men all worked together to put it down flat between the cleansing room area and the end of the bed. Dawn huddled tighter, terrified, watching the three strange
cyborgs
send looks her way that told her they were interested in her.

“Leave,” Iron ordered the men. “Thank you for your assistance.”

One of the men hesitated when the other two turned away to leave. The dark-skinned
cyborg
with black hair and dark eyes remained.
“A word, Iron?”

Iron frowned but nodded. Iron crossed his arms over his chest, seemingly oblivious to his naked body or aroused state. He could have been fully dressed by the way he behaved as he waited for the other
cyborg
to talk.

“I haven’t had a female in a very long time. Would you consider either selling her or renting her to me for use for a good price? If you sell her, I will give you use of her body for free for the first month as a bonus. I could make a good profit with her on the ship. Many males would pay a high price for her.”

“No!” Dawn shouted. Her terrified look centered on Iron, who met her eyes with a bored expression. “Please don’t do this to me. I’m not a sex worker, damn it. I haven’t had sex in two years. I’ll make a deal with you.”

Red eyebrows arched. “Aren’t you going to offer to fight me again to determine your fate?”

Chapter Three

Hatred for this jerk burned through her. He was being a sarcastic prick at the moment. He held her life in his hands now though. She bit back some choice names she wanted to toss at him. She had to take a deep breath to even speak around her anger and fear.