Adam 483: Man or Machine? (7 page)

He secured her wrists with the tie. His gaze dropped to her ass. Beautiful and so sexy. He wondered if she even realized how much. He wanted to bend her over and push his cock up that soft ass so badly, especially with her bound and at his mercy. But he wanted something else even more. He stepped in front of her. “On your knees, Tyree.”

Her shocked expression was priceless. “You heard me. Use the robe as a cushion. Go down on your knees. Now.”

After a moment of hesitation, she complied.

Good.
He had read her right. He held his cock in one hand, and the back of her head with the other. “Lick the tip. Slow. Don’t speak. Just do as I say.” He needed to come again, needed her to submit to him.

Her tongue eased out and curled around his cock. She licked the head—around the rim, the underside, then she pressed her tongue against the tip and flicked back and forth.

“Damn, that’s good. Yes…” The image of filling her mouth with his seed hit strong. The ultimate turn-on. His fingers tightened in her hair. “Slide your lips over my shaft and suck me off, Tyree. I want you to swallow every last drop of cum that I shoot into your mouth.”

* * * * *

Mick Ridgeway watched the monitor as Tyree slowly took Adam’s cock into her mouth. He was one big fucker. She barely managed more than the head.

Why bother though? A bot couldn’t feel.

He was surprised she’d let him bind her. Intriguing. He wondered what else she sexually enjoyed. His imagination ran wild at the possibilities.

Too bad he wouldn’t be able to taste her sexually himself before disposing of her. He doubted he could work his plan to that advantage.

He’d lucked out spotting them in the bathroom again. She was an insatiable whore, that one.

Restless and unable to sleep, he’d gotten up to take a leak and saw them on the monitor. Adam actually looked like he was enjoying himself, though he knew that was impossible for a robot.

He tipped forward in his chair. “What the hell?”

Oh, man. He couldn’t believe it. Adam just shot a massive wad right down Tyree’s throat. What a camera angle! He could see her sucking it down. A trickle escaped one side of her mouth, another lined her chin.

Realization hit hard. This was too good. Adam was not a bot, after all.

The man was Cyborg!

And Tyree knew. Otherwise, she’d have jumped back at getting a mouthful of cum.

He could collect a bundle for turning in a Cyborg. Then with Adam out of the way, he’d have free access to do whatever he wanted with Tyree.

If she didn’t want to go to jail for harboring a cybertronic, she’d have to do as he said or he’d tell the authorities that she’d known all along. They’d believe him, especially if he produced a computerized copy of this little sex act here. Cyborg-hunting and conviction of those who illegally harbored them was big business. Bounties had been set high.

He knew what he needed to do. And it was the perfect plan.

* * * * *

Lying on her bunk, Tyree stirred against Adam’s chest. She yawned and glanced up at him. He stared at the ceiling, not looking happy. It couldn’t have been the sex. She hoped. A streak of insecurity raced through her. She tugged on his chest hair. “Hey, don’t you sleep?”

He looked down. “Not much tonight.” He tightened his arms around her body.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re frowning. Was it something I did? Or didn’t do?”

He relaxed, and a smile tugged at his lips. “No. Of course not.” He rubbed her back. “I’m picking up some heightened electrical activity and I can’t pinpoint it. It’s communication-oriented. My internal sensors are picking it up.”

“Hmm.” Tyree rolled away from him. She punched on the intercom. “Corporal Pratt, are we transmitting?”

“No, Captain,” came the immediate response. “Is there a problem?”

“No. Just checking.” She turned back to Adam. “It’s not ship-to-ship.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll figure out the source.” He smiled and gathered her into his arms. “How do you feel?”

“Sore, but good.” She snuggled against him, completely satisfied. He was the best lover she’d ever had. He seemed to know and understand all her desires. “Adam, how much of you is cybertronic?”

He was quiet for so long she thought he wasn’t going to answer. She didn’t like the idea of secrets between them.

When he finally did answer, his voice lowered to a near whisper. “Part of my brain.”

She gasped, and her stomach clenched.
No!
Anything but that.

“Don’t worry. I won’t go berserk. I have an implant control. It’s experimental, but effective.”

She relaxed, though tendrils of concern still clung to her. She intended to find out everything about him on record, as soon as possible. He could get her access to the classified documents. “What else?”

“My hands.”

“Hands. Yes, I knew that, from when I sliced you. So you can’t really feel me then?” Disappointment flowed through her. His talented fingers weren’t flesh and blood. At least she knew she hadn’t hurt him with the knife.

“Skin sensors transmit impulses to my brain. It’s not the same as real hands but it’s fairly close.”

“Anything else?”

“My legs from the knees down. And pieces of my spine to help support my frame.”

“How did the accident happen? I’d really like to know.”

“My original training was in engineering and computerized circuits. I got caught in an explosion on Jenway, while repairing an experimental weapon.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Your brother saved me. But it was getting too dangerous for me to continue working at the Station. I was just going to jump in a ship and take off. Hiding never set well with me. I couldn’t live as a recluse on Jenway, without going stir-crazy. But before I left, your brother asked me to board your vessel instead to help protect you. I owed him, so I agreed.”

“And what? You figured keeping me sexually satisfied would guarantee your safety? If you could make me come hard enough, then I wouldn’t turn you in, once I learned what you were?” She couldn’t keep the edge from her voice.

“It’s more than that. You know it, Tyree.”

“Do I?”

“You can trust me. I don’t fuck women as a bribe for keeping my secret.” He caressed her back, then sucked his finger into his mouth. He lowered his hands to massage her butt, lightly teasing her asshole with his lubricated finger.

She squirmed.

“Stay still.” He penetrated her just barely, and she mewled. He pushed deeper, then began an in and out motion. “I know you like this. Don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathed out, unable to deny the pleasure.

“You’re special, Tyree. I wouldn’t be in your bed otherwise, doing these things to you. I’d have stolen a pod and left long ago, if I didn’t want to be here.”

“And I’d have tracked you down.”

“I know. But I still would have tried to get away.”

“So much for owing my brother.”

“I only promised him that I’d board and check out the situation, then make my final decision.” He pulled out his finger and rolled her over onto her back. “Now, I want to make love to you, Tyree. Soft and real slow this time.”

The sincere look in his eyes had her believing him. And her heart and emotions turned to mush. She just hoped she wouldn’t come to regret giving her trust to a man she barely knew—a Cyborg. Not only was her career on the line but her crew’s safety, as well as her own, could be in jeopardy if his presence were discovered or, worse…if his circuits became compromised and he went berserk, like so many Cyborgs in the past.

Chapter Five

Tyree slapped Adam’s hand as he reached for her ass. “Stop it.” She yanked down the cotton shirt she wore, which barely covered her nakedness. She should have grabbed her robe when she slid out of bed earlier, at least until she finished with her business. She flipped on the intercom on the side table. “Corporal Pratt?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“I won’t be up on the command deck for most of the day. Don’t disturb me unless there’s an emergency.”

After a brief hesitation, Pratt asked, “Is there a problem, Captain?”

Her crew was well-trained and knew this behavior odd for her. “No, I’m just not feeling up to it.” Okay, she lied, sort of. She
didn’t
feel up to working but not because she felt sick.

She again slapped at Adam’s wandering hands. The man never got enough. She would be upset, but his hunger translated to her pleasure. She grinned at the memory of their recent heated, sexual encounters.

“Do you want me to send Dr. Roiya down to see you?” Pratt asked.

“No. It’s not that serious. I’ll be up later.”

“Very well, Captain.”

Tyree flipped off the intercom, then spun around. She forced the smile from her face. “Can you
not
feel me up while I’m talking to the crew?”

Adam chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist. “You love it.”

“Don’t be so cocky, or I’ll have to exert my authority.”

“Ooo, baby.”

Unable to maintain her serious façade, she laughed at his playful tone. “Eat your sweet pocket.” She nodded toward the desk where breakfast waited.

“I’d rather eat your sweet pocket,” he whispered suggestively in her ear.

She smacked his arm. “That is so terrible. Everyone probably realizes why I’m staying in my quarters, you know.”

“Do you really care?”

She didn’t hesitate in her response. “No, actually, I don’t. But we do need to talk about things, Adam.”

“Later.” He tightened his hold on her and nibbled at her lips.

She pushed at his chest. “Now! Stop distracting me.”

With a sigh, he released her and walked over to the desk. He plopped down in a chair and took a bite of the fruit-filled sweet. “What’s to talk about? You know I’m Cyborg. You’re not going to turn me in. I’m here as your personal security bot…and eroti-bot, as far as the crew is concerned. And that’s that.”

“How can you be so unconcerned about the danger this presents to all of us? I have a lot of questions for you. There are still things I don’t understand.”

“There’s no danger as long as you don’t say anything. If I ever think you or your crew is in jeopardy because of me, I’ll be out of here. The authorities won’t be able to find me. And you shouldn’t try either. I’ll make sure you’re not implicated in any way. I won’t endanger anyone, Tyree.”

Somehow the thought of him taking off didn’t set right with her. Danger or not. What if she couldn’t find him? A panicked feeling hit and grabbed on. “Promise me you won’t just disappear unless you talk to me first.”

He stood and walked over to her. “Don’t worry so much about this. Let the problem alone, at least for a few hours. Then we’ll talk everything out.”

“You didn’t promise me.”

He smiled down at her. “I know.”

“Adam—”

“Shh.” He pressed his finger to her mouth. “Later.” His mouth lowered to hers, swallowing any further protests.

Knowing she was beaten, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, letting the matter drop for now. She enjoyed the feel of his mouth against hers too much to push him away again and indulge her worries, when what she really wanted was his cock inside her. She never thought she’d feel so turned on by a kiss. She pulled back and licked his lips. “You taste like asterberries. My favorite.”

He brushed some stray tendrils of hair from her face. “So, will you allow me to guide you in this tentative relationship we’ve started here?”

Tentative. At least he realized she still harbored some doubts. Not about him personally, but about how she intended to deal with him and their situation, and maintain her responsibilities at the same time. “Is ‘guide’ a polite way of asking if I’ll let you sexually dominate me?” After all the intimacies they’d shared, she understood him better than he knew. The thought of giving in to her submissive fantasies with him soaked her vagina, and a tremble ran through her body.

“Ah.” He smiled. “You have me figured out.”

“I’ll take that to mean yes.”

He turned serious. His eyes hardened, reflecting need and desire. “How about
my
question, Tyree? What’s your answer to that?”

“I’ve never allowed a man the kind of control you’re asking for.”

“I want your answer.”

“My answer is…yes,” she breathed out in a mere whisper. She wanted to submit.

A smile tugged at one corner of Adam’s lips. His head lowered and he covered her mouth in a demanding kiss. When she opened her lips, his tongue slipped inside to duel with hers. At the same time, he held her like she was the most precious possession in the universe.

She leaned into him, pressing her breasts against his bare chest, giving him everything he wanted.

His hand tangled in her hair and he gently tugged her head back, breaking the kiss and exposing her throat. He nibbled at her pulse point, then his tongue swiped back and forth over the tender spot.

“I love that.” Each stroke of his tongue increased her pleasure, until she thought she’d melt to the floor.