Adam 483: Man or Machine? (4 page)

Adam increased the pressure and showed no signs of letting up. His full lips sucked her nipple deeply. He groaned, and his seeming enjoyment of the act increased her pleasure even more. She knew he didn’t really possess emotions, if he was what he said, but her mind conjured up a vision of such.

He yanked the robe from her other shoulder.

At the abrupt and unexpected move, Tyree’s heart hitched.
Yes!

Both breasts were now exposed to him. He worked her other nipple with his fingers—tugging, rolling and pinching—until it was rock-hard. “I’m going to come!”

He released her nipples and stepped back.

“What—” Tyree looked up at him in shock and wobbled backward. Disappointment flooded through her. She’d been so close. “Why did you stop?” She should have expected as much. In a way, it made her feel better. Only a robot, something with no feelings, would have stopped.

He had no concept of desire. She started to shrug her robe back up, feeling too vulnerable, half-exposed with him silently staring at her with those dark, penetrating eyes of his.

“Stop, Tyree.” He stepped forward. “We are not done yet.” He yanked hard on the robe’s tie. The material fell open.

“What are you doing?” She reached for the sides.

“No,” he ordered. “Do not cover yourself.”

The way he looked at her was unsettling. Exciting. Commanding. She couldn’t help feeling turned on by his aggressive actions. She let the robe hang open.

“Good. You will obey me.”

“Obey?”

“Yes.” He stared at her bared body. His gaze rose and met hers and his expression hardened. “I’m going to thrust my cock inside your pussy, Tyree. As deep as I can get it in.”

Her breath caught, and her heart hammered.

“Lie on your bunk. On your stomach. Now.”

She looked at the bunk, feeling shell-shocked. Slowly, she leveled her gaze on him and regained her temporarily lost composure. She intended to retake control fast, before this got out of hand. No matter her true desires, she’d never trusted anyone enough to make herself that vulnerable.

“Sorry. I turn my back on no man…or machine. Never order me around again. On this ship, I’m the one who gives the orders. Don’t forget your place. You will do as I say. If we fuck, it will be my way, not structured by a preprogrammed sex code written by some horny gear-head.”

Chapter Three

Adam kept from smiling, kept his face from revealing any feelings at all. Tyree wanted to test him. Fine. She was one strong-willed woman. But he was equally determined.
You’re in for a surprise, lady. I love a challenge.

He noticed she did obey his order and left her robe open. She was aroused by him and his actions whether she admitted it or not.

From her psychological profile, he’d discovered that commanding an ore freighter and the responsibility of a crew were constant weights on her shoulders. A weight she didn’t particularly enjoy. He’d also read her online journal of personal fantasies. He shouldn’t have invaded her privacy to that extent, but his life was on the line, and he needed every advantage. Through those intimate entries, he’d found out her need to relinquish control and feel free.

She spoke a strong game but, now that he knew her true desires, he was only too happy to fulfill them. He imagined few men in her life had ever really demanded compliance from her—sexually, without force and solely from her need to submit. That was about to change.

Adam grabbed a handful of her robe and stepped so close that he felt her breath, fast and excited, on his skin. His other hand reached between her legs and cupped her curls, so silky soft.

“Oh!” At his bold move, she tried to move back but his grip on the robe was too tight. She clamped her hand around his wrist. “Move your hand.”

“Aye, Captain,” he practically groaned. Slowly, he pushed a finger between her moist folds and burrowed deep.

Her eyes widened and she gasped. “That’s not what I meant.” She clung to him, leaning closer.

“I know.” His voice lowered to a rough whisper. “On your bunk, Tyree. On your stomach. Ass up—place the pillows under your hips. I want you to offer your wet pussy to me. Beg me to fuck you, Tyree. Long and hard, until you scream in ecstasy. I want your cream flowing over my cock and down onto the sheets as evidence of my sexual dominance over your body.”

“How…how dare you speak to me like that?” she sputtered, still clinging to him.

He wasn’t fooled or deterred by her words. “I will dare whatever it takes to make you ache for the pleasures I intend to give you.”

She chewed at the corner of her lip, and her grip on him tightened. Telling actions. Oh, yes. She was going to be one hot fuck.

He needed her facing away from him when he plunged his cock into her. He couldn’t take the chance of her seeing his expression change too much. He’d also have to pull out before he climaxed. That would be the hardest part. He wasn’t ready to reveal his true identity yet, not until she was fully satisfied with his services.

He felt her tremble and he pushed deeper, curling his finger inside her.

“Oh!”

He stroked her internally, wanting to add a second finger, then a third up her tight pussy.
Enjoy it, baby
.

Passion mixed with indecision crossed her face. He loved watching her reactions to being sexually stimulated. “Let go, Tyree. Do as I say. You have no reason to be afraid of me.” He pulled his finger almost completely out of her, then inserted a second finger, slowly pushing deep, stretching her to accommodate him.

She stiffened, and a gasp of pleasure escaped her. “I’m not afraid of you.”

“I think you are. At least a little.” Adam again curled his fingers and stroked her until she whimpered. Before she climaxed, he withdrew both fingers and stepped back. Three fingers would come later.

Disappointment crossed her face, and she reached out for the top of the dresser. Her trembling fingers revealed just how much his touch had affected her.

Before she switched from sexy woman mode back to ship’s officer, he pushed his advantage. “I am not an eroti-bot, Tyree. I am more highly trained than that.” He sucked the moisture from his digits. “I will make you come many times, until you are so sated you cannot move. I will not let you deny your true desires or needs, no matter what they are. We will do unspeakable things together, yet so sexually satisfying you will never want another man or bot.”

She leaned against the dresser and pressed her thighs together. “Whoever programmed your line—the Adam robot series—coded in more human-like responses than I’m used to in a mechanical.” She pulled her robe closed but didn’t tie it. “Eroti-bots always say they will satisfy me but haven’t in a very long time.” She raised her chin a notch. “What makes you think you’ll be able to? Highly trained or not, I have my doubts.”

“Like I said, I am not an eroti-bot.” He’d obviously put her off balance. He knew from her responses that she had enjoyed what he’d done and yearned for more. “And you do not doubt my ability at all. You are scared to death that I will give you the best fuck of your life.”

She stared at him, but said nothing. Even so, the flush that crept over her features told him what he needed to know.

Tyree was a strong, confidant woman in her job, but he suspected she craved a more submissive position in her bed. And that suited his desires well. He strode forward and scooped her up in his arms.

“Hey!” She locked her arms around his neck.

He set her gently on the bunk, on her back. He needed her trust. The robe fell open to each side, exposing her naked body to his eyes.

She was gorgeous. Her long, wavy hair flowed down over her shoulders. He itched to feel those strands draped across his naked body. Her full, firm breasts with fat nipples—delicious for sucking, which he already knew from personal experience—jutted toward him. Dark, thick curls protected her pussy. His. The possessive thought struck hard as he stared between her long legs. Her slit glistened, wet and slightly open, weeping for a good fuck. His gaze slowly traveled back up her body to her face. “My internal programs are able to monitor responses.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Meaning?”

He pushed her knees apart and knelt between her legs. His fingers trailed up and down the inside of her thighs. He felt the muscles contract at his touch. “Meaning, I can tell what pleases you. I cannot be fooled by your words, Tyree.” He scooted back, then leaned over and kissed her slightly rounded stomach, just below the navel. Her skin was incredibly soft. His hands skimmed her hips, perfectly shaped for cradling a man’s body. His nose picked up the scent of her sex, hot and ready for him.

He sat back on his heels and dragged his shirt over his head. Her eyes dilated with desire as she stared at his bare chest. He unhooked his pants, but didn’t remove them. After a moment of watching her response to his actions, he spoke. “You are uncharacteristically quiet, Captain.”

Tyree swallowed hard. Adam’s eyes had filled with such desire, or what her mind perceived as desire.

When he pulled off his shirt, his perfectly sculpted chest drew her attention. A sprinkling of dark hair covered his pectorals, narrowing to a thin line as it made a path down his flat stomach and into his half-open pants.

The bulge between his legs seemed even more pronounced now. She itched to get inside those pants and let his cock free.

She had no idea how to relate to Adam. Here she was, naked and vulnerable with her robe open, and him hovering over her, determined to penetrate her body. And her soul, she feared, despite her protests. Even so, she believed he’d never force her to comply, if she really didn’t want him.

She recalled him sucking her moisture from his fingers. Bots couldn’t taste. So why would he do that? A coded move? Programmed in to psychologically stimulate his partner.

He lowered himself over her until he was settled comfortably within the span of her hips. She felt the bulge in his pants press against her, and she squirmed. Bots weren’t usually so well-endowed. Not that she’d had sex with every product line, but she wasn’t a novice either. Adam’s cock felt large enough to satisfy even the most jaded woman.

His arms rested on either side of her, supporting his weight. He leaned forward and she knew he intended to kiss her.

She turned her head. “No kissing.”

For several moments, he said nothing. Finally he ventured, “Why will you not allow me to kiss you, Tyree?”

She turned back to him. “I don’t like the synthetic taste of bot. We don’t need to kiss.” Actually, her reasons went deeper. She didn’t enjoy lip-locks of any kind, nor understand the attraction of the activity, even with human males. That simple skin against skin contact had never excited her.

“Yes, we do need to kiss.”

His answer surprised the heck out of her. She studied his features but, before she could question him about it, he continued.

“How about we negotiate a deal?”

“Negotiate?” She couldn’t hold back her laugh. “You are insolent, bot.”

“Adam. My name is Adam. Say it.”

He almost sounded hurt. “Okay.” She’d play his game, whatever it was. For now. “Adam,” she whispered in compliance.

“Do not call me “bot” while we are being intimate. Agreed?”

She sensed the importance of this to him. “All right, Adam. I won’t.” Intimate wasn’t something a robot would say. Uneasiness crept down her spine.

At the same time, she noticed he never used contractions in his speech, as a human or Cyborg would. He was an enigma, to be sure.

If she hadn’t already sliced his palm, she’d have definite doubts about him being a machine. But he was just a product of her brother’s advanced research or some other highly specialized programming. Nothing more. If he were otherwise, Sheera would have found the evidence during her exam. She would take a look at his internal databases herself after this was over. Her curiosity was too great not to check into his coding.

“Here is the deal. You allow me to kiss you, open mouth, with full tongue, and I will kiss you here,” his hand slid between their bodies to rest on her mound of dewy curls, “open mouth, with full tongue.”

Her body reacted instantly, and she pushed against his hand. The ecstasy of his fingers inside her, the erotic memory of him stroking her intimately, returned with full force. The thought of his tongue licking her almost sent her over the edge. By sheer willpower alone, she forced herself to stop moving and lie still. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this wet and achy. “I can order you to do that without agreeing to your deal.”

“True. But I am apt to do a better job with my tongue if you do agree.”

Tyree pressed her lips together. His meaning was clear. She supposed she could suffer through a kiss or two. Normally, she’d just say forget it and send him away. But she was stuck with him, and too worked up to open his control panel and tweak his circuits now.

She needed his tongue between her legs more than she wanted to admit. Once she experienced some sort of sexual release, even a mild one, she’d be able to think more clearly. “All right, Adam. You can kiss me. Anywhere you wish.”

Adam was pleased with the victory, both with the kiss and with her use of his name. He brushed his lips along hers, nibbled at one soft corner, then the other. When she sighed, he settled his mouth fully against her slightly parted lips. His tongue slipped inside and he explored her with slow and deliberate ease. She tasted good, like heat and spices. He teased her tongue, hoping for some response.