Aries Revealed (4 page)

Large hands found her hair, the silky strands between his fingers as he plucked first one, then the second of the chopsticks from her hair. They pinged on the floor as he spread her hair out over her shoulders, letting the strands flow through his fingers in a silken cascade.

God, she tasted fantastic. Like sweet, tart lemon pie and ice-cold water. The finest strawberries and champagne. Like…his implant stopped processing similarities and he concentrated on kissing her. He teased her, tempted her with his tongue as he stroked and caressed her with hands that felt too big and coarse on her delicate curves. With another groan, he pulled her closer, his cock hard and heavy against her soft belly.

She was so tiny, her ample curves fitting against the solid lines and angles of his body perfectly, as though she’d been designed specifically for him.
Jilan-ma
. The word shimmered through his mind before he could stop it. The cyborg were a created race, designed in the image of man, but that hadn’t stopped them dreaming. The fact of their creation hadn’t stopped the beliefs traded in the darkness of barrack rooms at night, or the prayers whispered by some before they went into battle.

Most of it Johnny thought was utter crap, the product of wishful thinking, but one, just one, of the stories he did believe in. The one that said there was a soul mate out there, a perfect match for every cyborg. Where the belief had come from no one knew, it was just there, as though it had been implanted in them before they’d come out of the maturation tanks and been activated.

Jilan-ma
. Perfect match. The words pulsed through him, winding around his soul as he bent everything in him to kissing the tiny woman in his arms.

She moaned and writhed against him as he teased her tongue into his mouth and sucked gently. He fought back the temptation to rip her clothes off and take her right there against the cool metal in full view of the open airlock. She was soft and warm, her responses so natural and immediate, that if he did, he was in danger of shooting his load there and then. Which would totally blow his cover as a premier sexbot, because there was no way she’d believe a bot would lose it and come too early. Even he wouldn’t believe that, and thanks to his work in the shop, he’d seen just about every complaint the things could suffer from.

He pulled away with regret to look down at her. Arrogance ramped up to the max, he looked her up and down, allowing his gaze to linger on her full breasts, tiny waist and the cello curve of her hips. She was beautiful, perfectly proportioned to fill his hands. Flicking his gaze back to hers, he smiled, not bothering to conceal the heat simmering within him.

“No, I’m no gentleman. Show me your quarters, little human. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see straight.”

Chapter Four

Oh god, he could kiss.

Blinking the stars from her eyes, Milly kept a hand latched around the bot’s thick upper arm as she recovered her balance. He had kissed her senseless, pressing her against the airlock wall and practically fucking her up against it. She could still feel the imprint of his hard body against hers. Still feel the hard bar of his cock as it pressed into the softness of her belly, branding her with heat that reached down and made her cunt clench. He was heavy and thick…she bit back a whimper, aching to feel him inside her. Filling her. Driving into her and taking her over and over again.

“Come on then, let’s go.”

She reached out and tapped a number sequence into the pad by the door, starting the lock sequence and walking through into the ship proper. In the back of her mind, a small voice warned her not to be fooled. This was a bot, not the real Johnny Ram, and she only had him on loan. It would be just her luck for her to buy into the fantasy and fall for him anyway. Bitter amusement rolled through her. Wouldn’t Jason just love that? Another indication of how pathetic she was and vindication of his claims she was fat and unattractive. So much so, she’d had to get a bot when she couldn’t get a man.

No, that was wrong. She could get a man. Just last night, the
real
Johnny Ram, Casanova and celebrity stripper, had asked her to dinner. Her. The short, fat, disgusting, dumpy lump of a wife Jason had sneered at. She let that one sink in, satisfaction filling her. This dumpy lump of an
ex-
wife had managed to snag one of the hottest pieces of ass this side of the Kelantrian expanse and, putting it bluntly, Jason was no Johnny Ram.

The thought put an extra sway in her walk. Something the bot must have picked up on, because the next second she felt his big hand smooth over the curves of her ass.

“I don’t think so, little human,” he growled, the sound sliding over her skin like a rough caress and making her pussy clench again. Before she knew what was happening, her feet left the ground and she was swung up and around.

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’r—ooompph!”

The air was driven from her lungs as her midriff hit a broad shoulder. She dangled like a limp spider for a second, trying to get her breath back as the bot started to walk, giving her an eyeful of tight ass moving just below her. Gods, he had a good backside, buns as firm as steel under the faded fabric of his pants. But she really didn’t like viewing it from this angle.

“Oi! Chips for brains. Put me the hell down. Now!” Her demand had the same effect as rain against sheet metal. Noisy, but on the whole, pointless.

“I do not have ‘chips for brains’,” he growled back, the sexy tone seeming to indicate that he was aroused. She wasn’t used to that. Had to be that predictive arousal system Cyn had told her about, she thought as she struggled, her hands on his waist as she tried to push herself upright and wriggle off his shoulder.

“I am a fully functioning cybernetic being with a bio-organic brain enhanced with implanted technology. Much superior to the simple
computer
brain utilized by an android.”

God, he really had bought his own programming, hadn’t he? “Yeah, yeah, you tell yourself whatever you like, bud.”

He wasn’t letting her go. In fact her struggles weren’t helping. All she was managing to do was rub more of herself against his solidly muscled frame, which in turn was just reminding her that she had what amounted to a walking, talking sex toy for the next few days. One who stubbornly appeared to think he was in charge. Yeah, so she’d liked the idea of a take charge man with a big cock she could put back in a box when she was finished with him, but this was taking it too far. Dominance games began and ended in the bedroom and she certainly didn’t like was being hauled about by what amounted to a walking vibrator.

“Aries 7000, I’m giving you a direct order to put me down.
Now.”

“No.”

She gaped, rendered motionless with shock. “What do you mean ‘no’? You can’t say no to me. I’m human, you’re a bot.”

He turned a corner and headed up the ramp to the next level. One turn and a corridor and they’d be at her quarters. How the hell did he know where he was going?

“Learning mode,” he quipped chirpily. “Provided I do not break any of the primary directives, I can refuse any order you give me.”

Fuck. A vibrator that decided when it wanted to have sex. Next he’d be telling her he had a headache.

“Define primary directives. List aloud for me,” she demanded as she fought some more to be free. He held her easily, his big hand sliding up her ass to hold the back of her hips. Despite herself, the situation was making her hot, and it shouldn’t. No way should a big, brute of a cyborg bot carrying her off to “fuck her until she couldn’t see straight” turn her on. Not at all.

But it did. It was. She whimpered softly and flopped across his shoulder, doing the limp spider routine again. His hold changed, the hand across her ass caressing the rounded globe.

“Do not cause direct harm to humans. Do not allow humans to come to harm through inaction. Do not allow humans to come to harm through secondary actions or predicted result of other actions. Do not allow humans to harm themselves through direct action, secondary action, inaction or neglect.”

He turned the last corner and stomped up the corridor toward her room.

“My sensors indicate that you are suffering from sexual tension. Lack of sexual intercourse and gratification falls under directive four…do not allow humans to harm themselves through inaction. I will fuck you until you have achieved satisfaction.”

“I am
not
suffering from sexual tension.” Her voice emerged as a squeak.
Go team, sounding like the woman in charge.

They reached the door. Her heart pounded, heat crawling through every inch of her body to center in her cunt as he stopped.

“Denial. That would also fall under directive four, interpreted as neglect. I can’t allow you to do that. Open the door,” he ordered, his hand slipping down to the back of her thigh, fingertips just brushing over her fabric-covered pussy.

Her clit throbbed hard. How did she get herself into these messes? Did she even want to get out of it? Fuck no…she’d “paid” for four days…so what if he was a little bossier than she’d thought. If he was half as good as rumor said the house of Cyn bots were…her cunt ached again, reminding her of the need running through her body and tightening her nipples where they pressed against his shoulder. The buds tight and puckered as they rubbed against the inside of her plain bra. All she could think about was getting into the room, and being fucked by a sexy cyborg determined to save her from sexual frustration.

“You’d better have a big cock,” she grumbled, her voice way too shaky and breathy as she gave the release code for the door. It slid open with a soft whoosh in front of them and he stepped through. “And a vibrate function.”

“I don’t need a vibrate function.”

“I’m gonna call you chip, not Johnny.”

“I told you, I don’t have chips for brains.”

The banter didn’t stop him from striding over to her bed or dropping her on the soft surface. She watched, mouth dry, as he stripped the hot pink shirt off with an expression of distaste and threw it in the corner of the room. She’d had no idea bots could develop likes and dislikes.

His attention returned to her, those green-gold eyes unwavering as he looked at her. “You will strip. Now.”

She arched an eyebrow, determined to get some sort of control back. He was a just a bot, even if her eyes and instincts tried to tell her otherwise. A damn realistic one, but just a bot nonetheless.

“No. You—”

He surged forward, a tight expression on his face. She gasped, tried to scramble back up over the bed, but he was too quick. Within a second he was over her, knees between her thighs and forcing them apart as he grabbed her hands and hauled them over her head.

“Inaction leading to neglect,” he told her, what almost looked like amusement twinkling in the depths of his eyes. “Unacceptable. I will strip you.”

Her breath caught as he transferred her wrists to one hand and hooked the fingers of the other in the neckline of her top. Abruptly, he paused and looked at her. “Permission for destruction of property?”

“Wha—?” Oh, that was right. Bots had sub-routines built in to make sure they didn’t inadvertently break or destroy something the owner wanted. The Aries could fuck her to within an inch of her life, but it couldn’t rip the clothes from her body to do it.

“Yes, yes.” She arched her back, testing his hold on her wrists. Firm, but not hurting her, his fingers moving when she did so he wouldn’t bruise her. High levels of sensitivity and calibration. Just how much had this thing cost to build…and could she afford to buy one?

“Get on with it.”

The sound of tearing cloth filled the room an instant before cool air washed over her. The bot made a rumbling sound of appreciation as he ripped through the hem of the top and let it fall open to reveal her bra-covered breasts. Her underwear was plain, but satin, the generous mounds of her tits pushed high and together to create an impressive cleavage she normally kept under wraps. Particularly after Jason had said that her tits were the one thing that was half-decent about her. So, in the spirit of feuding couples the universe over, she’d made sure he’d never seen them again.

“Nice.”

His gaze was hot as he leaned down to graze a kiss over her collarbone, catching the black strap in his teeth and dragging it off her shoulder. The cup gaped precariously as it lost tension.

“Nice? Just nice?” She mock-growled as he rubbed his cheek against the soft skin just under her shoulder, nuzzling her for a second before his lips trailed a line of kisses down to her cleavage. He had stubble, the sensual abrasion sending tingles over her skin. The attention to detail was absolutely incredible. She shivered as he dipped his tongue into the valley of her cleavage, a hot, wet rasp across her skin that curled her toes.

“Sexy,” he added, eyes blazing as he looked up from between her breasts. “Hot.”

His hands shaped her waist. Strong hands, large hands. So large he could wrap the fingers halfway around her back as he smoothed them up and to the front to test the heavy weight of her breasts in their satin confinement. A small murmur of pleasure escaped her lips, so breathy and sexy that she blinked. Was she even capable of making a sound like that? But then, he made her feel that way. Tiny and feminine, desirable. Hot.

After years of Jason’s derision and put-downs, the feeling was a revelation. Right at the moment she didn’t care that the Aries was a bot. She just wanted more.

A finger slipped into the satin cup of her bra and slid around, peeling it slowly away and under the full curve of her breast. She bit her lip as it shifted, pulling tight across the creamy white globe of flesh before catching on her nipple. The sensation was sensual torture as the beaded flesh provided resistance to the journey of the fabric. Only for a second, then it gave and the tightened bud sprang free.

With a low growl, he was on her. His mouth closed over the revealed nipple, sucking it into the hot cavern of his mouth. Eyes rolling into the back of her head, she melted right there and then as he feasted on her. Rumbling in the back of his throat, he sucked, drawing a line of need and fire right down to her needy cunt, then flicked his tongue over her.

Suck, flick. Suck, flick, nip.

She gasped at the sharp sensation of almost pain, before liquid heat flooded her panties. God, he made her hot. If he could do that just by licking her tits, what was the rest going to be like?

“More,” she demanded, pulling on her wrists in his hold. When he let go, she arched her back, shoving her breasts in his face as she reached behind to unclasp the bra. Far from arguing about suddenly getting a face full of boob, he growled in appreciation and swept the loose bra away. Within a heartbeat he filled his palms with her breasts, calloused thumb sweeping over the nipple he’d just tortured as he paid attention to the other one.

She writhed and moaned as he suckled her. Her hands drove into the short spikes of his hair, holding him against her as his clever lips teased at her nipple. His hands weren’t idle, strong fingers tweaking her nipple, the sensual torture sending her arousal higher and tighter.

“Oh god…yes,” she moaned, a long drawn-out sound, as his hands travelled south, skimming over her soft stomach. At least a bot wouldn’t be drawing unfavorable conclusions with other women. The real Johnny Ram always had women around him, stick-insect women with false tits like balloons. There was no way she could compete with them. All blonde with identical matching smiles and booth-granted tans. No one tanned in space and she wouldn’t pay the exorbitant prices of the flesh tanners. She’d rather buy Altorian chocolate if she was going to spend that much on a luxury.

His fingers reached her belt buckle, the slight shake and roughness betraying a need that surprised her. He all but ripped the fasteners open as though he couldn’t wait to get her out of her pants. The illusion was so convincing, so real. It would be so easy just to lie back and pretend that she had accepted the real Johnny Ram’s offer of dinner and now she’d brought him back to her place to continue their evening.

“Hips up,” he demanded, surging up to claim her lips again. Braced easily over her, his hard hands divested her of her pants with swift, almost brutally economic movements. His tongue parted her lips, desire and dominance in every movement as he plundered her mouth again. He overwhelmed her, an illicit thrill shivering through every cell in her body as he dropped her pants on the floor beside the bed, the thud of her belt buckle quickly forgotten as he leaned back to look down at her.