Free C791 (Cyborgs: More Than Machines) by Eve Langlais Page B

man,” she huffed.
    Insult thrown, he reacted. In a flash, he’d pinned her under him. “I am not a man. I am cyborg. Much better than any pathetic male you’ve ever known. And my name is Joe.”
    “About time you told me.” Her lips curved into a smile that did strange things to his heart. “Hi, Joe.”
    “Hello, Chloe.” He smiled when she giggled.
    “Okay, introductions over, now what?” she asked.
    He showed her, dipping his head to trail kisses along the edge of her jaw, his libido already recovered and his cock ready to go again.
    “Shouldn’t we talk?” she murmured, her eyes closing as she arched her head back to allow him better access to her neck.
    “About?” He kissed his way down her creamy column intent on finally seeing her breasts. Actually, he intended to do more than look at them. He’d thought often about sucking on her nipples.
    “What you intend to do with me.” A gasp escaped her as he found the hard pebble and licked it.
    He lifted his head for only a moment to reply. “Other than play with your breasts?”
    “Yes, other than that.” She giggled. “I mean, what about the future? What are your plans for me?”
    “I intend to take you to my homeworld and keep you as a receptacle for my sexual needs.” Question answered, he took her nipple into his mouth, a pleasure short lived as she yanked on his hair, pulling him away.
    He propped himself up and frowned at her. “Am I doing something wrong?” Surely not. He’d absorbed the knowledge of how to titillate a woman’s areola, and a quick analysis of his actions showed him performing at his best.
    Shoving at his chest, she shrieked. “Wrong? You just told me you intend to make me into a whore.”
    “No. A whore is someone who has sexual relations with many males. I do not intend to share you so that term does not apply.”
    “But you intend to have sex with me? Whenever you want?”
    “Yes. I find you pleasing to the eye and touch. Do not fear. I intend to give you great pleasure.”
    “So that’s all I am to you? A pussy to fuck?”
    The sadness in her eyes and tone tore at him. Worse, he didn’t know the right answer to repair the damage he’d inadvertently done.
    “You are mine, little one. I’m not sure I understand your distress. If you are concerned about my abilities then rest assured. I will take good care of you. I will provide you with a home and supplies. Protect you should the need arise. And in turn, you will—”
    “I get it; let you fuck me whenever you get the urge.” A heavy sigh left her. “I should have known better. I mean, you’d think by now I’d be used to men treating me like shit. Funny though, I thought you were different.”
    “I am different.” The vehemence in his words surprised him, but it just made her expression even more morose.
    “Man or machine, when it comes to pussy, you’re all the same.”
    “Would a human male worry about your pleasure?” he growled, thrusting a hand between her legs, cupping her sex.
    “So you like to make it fun for both of us. It doesn’t change what you really think of me.” Again she sighed. But then, she draped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Unlike the ones of earlier, this one proved a slow embrace. The gentleness of it made his heart tighten. He’d really have to get it checked out. Perhaps have a mechanical one installed that didn’t constantly stutter when Chloe spent time with him. But he’d look into that later.
    Rolling their bodies, he returned to his back with Chloe atop him. She didn’t stop kissing him, and Joe decided to forget her irrational outburst. According to his brethren who cohabited with females, it happened oftentimes without cause or provocation.
    He’d allow her tantrum this time. But, in the future, he’d have to explain to her she wasn’t to look sad because he didn’t like it. It made him uncomfortable, which he found completely unacceptable. Of course, he wasn’t quite sure how