Two shifts passed before Briella felt enough distance had been placed between their freighter and the unidentified warship.
If she had been the only being on board, and, if she had also been the same being she was a solar cycle ago—someone without anyone or anything to live for, she might’ve slowed their ship earlier than that.
But she wasn’t the only being on board. Her cyborg held her in his arms. And she had someone, something to live for. A future filled with happiness, with caring, was now possible for her.
She waited until they were surrounded by open space. Then she decreased the freighter’s speed and transferred its controls to the guidance system.
Odium would also monitor their progress. Her warrior was skilled at multitasking.
“Did you talk to Torque?” She looked up at her warrior. “Will Mohini stay on Mercury Minor?” She was worried about her newfound friend, was certain the Humanoid Alliance was hunting her.
“None of my brethren will transport her.” Odium curved one of his big palms over her marred left cheek.
His tenderness caused her breath to hitch and her brain to stop functioning. “You did talk to him?”
Her cyborg narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you questioning your warrior’s honor, my female?”
“No. Never,” she hastily replied, comprehending her error.
It was too late for that correction. Her dominant male frowned. “When I tell you I’ll do a task, consider it done.” He lifted her off his lap, set her on her booted feet beside the captain’s chair. “Remove your garments.”
She had earned a reprimand, perhaps multiple. Her arms and legs trembled. She should be contrite, but that wasn’t what she was feeling. At all.
Excitement, desire, and need flowed through her. She craved his forcefulness, the hint of pain he’d grant her, the spectacular release that would follow that hurt.
Not being a fool, she wouldn’t add punishments to her tally and defy him. She kicked off her boots. The metal floor tiles were cold against the soles of her feet. Her skin pebbled from the chill.
Her warrior extracted a thick covering cloth from a wall compartment and set it on the floor. “Stand on this square, my fragile mostly human.”
She stepped onto the soft fabric. “Thank you, my warrior.”
“You’re wearing garments.” His terse tone tightened her nipples.
She hurriedly unfastened her flight suit, pulled it downward. Cool air swept over her. She quivered and straightened.
Odium gazed at her, at all of her. Her overflowing curves and numerous scars were exposed.
She stood with her arms at her sides. In the past, she would’ve covered as much of her form as was possible. That wasn’t necessary now, not with her cyborg.
His eyes glowed. He lusted after her as she was, perceived as perfection what others saw as flaws.
“You’re beautiful, my female.” His voice deepened with desire. The bulge in his body armor grew larger.
She lifted her chin proudly, warmed by his wanting.
He unwrapped a restraint from one of his garment-covered forearms. “Turn around.”
Her warrior planned to bind her. Stars.
She eagerly complied with his command.
He pulled her arms behind her back and tied her wrists together. “A female who doubts her warrior doesn’t deserve to touch herself.”
She tested the restraint. The thin enhanced-leather strip had zero give in it. She couldn’t separate her hands.
“Does that female deserve to touch her warrior?” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, dancing in place.
“Be still.” He swatted her ass. Hard.
She stopped moving, swallowing her moan of delight as the decadent burn spread over her skin. Her cyborg knew she craved that hurt.
“You have such a pretty pink ass, my female.” His tone was smug. “And yes, you will touch me.” He swung her around to face him. “But only with that lush mouth of yours.” He swiped his fingers over her lips.
She opened for him, seeking to tempt her warrior.
He ignored her silent plea, stepped back from her, and perused her form once more, slowly, leisurely. The position of her arms lifted her breasts. They were an erotic offering to her cyborg.
“You were fabricated for me.” He captured her nipples between his fingertips, pinched that sensitive flesh with a breath-stealing severity.
She whimpered, shifting onto her tiptoes. Wetness streamed down her inner thighs. With one twist of his fingers, he could make her come.
Her warrior wasn’t that magnanimous. He released her.
Sensation rushed back into that part of her and her legs threatened to buckle out from under her. Her world spun around her.
He was at the center of everything. “Lower to your knees.”
The force in his voice alone would’ve toppled her. She sank to the floor before him, gazed upward, enthralled, ready, willing.
“You’re stunning.” His eyes gleamed. “Are you wet for me?”
He slid his big boots between her knees and forced her to widen her stance.
“Yes.” Her face heated. He would see how very soaked she was.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged her head back. The stinging pain stimulated her to the edge of torment.
“If you had faith in your warrior, I’d fill that wet pussy of yours with my cock.” Odium met her gaze. “I’d breed with you hard. You’d feel me for planet rotations. When you couldn’t take more, when you were on the verge of breaking into pieces, I’d give you the rest of me. You’d writhe under me, screaming my name, as I poured my nanocybotics, my essence into you.”
“Yes, please,” she whispered, wanting that claiming, that completion.
“But you didn’t have faith in your warrior.” He surrendered his hold on her curls. “And breeding with your pussy would be a reward, not a reprimand.”
Shit. Her shoulders slumped. Being bound wasn’t her sole punishment. He would deprive her of a fierce fuck also.
“You have to learn to trust me, my female.” His severe expression softened for a heartbeat. “In the midst of battle, lack of belief in the other members of the team can kill a warrior.” He gripped her chin. “I would never put you at risk like that.”
He stroked her skin with his thumbs back and forth, back and forth.
“I have faith in you, my warrior.” She had never trusted anyone as she trusted him.
“You have some faith in me.” His lips flattened. “But some isn’t enough. I need to have all your trust. When I say run, you run. When I say a task is done, you must process it’s done.”
She admittedly wasn’t at that point. Not yet. She’d been abandoned too often, had spent too much of her lifespan alone, not to question things.
But she was adjusting to having Odium by her side, to working with, depending on another being, being part of a team, not alone.
“I’ll try harder.” She would conquer her distrust.
“We’ll train harder.” Her cyborg had a plan to assist her. “When you falter, I will reprimand you.” The hardness of his constrained cock relayed he liked that prospect. “As I will reprimand you now, denying you the ability to touch yourself.”
She wiggled her ass. The urge to do exactly that was intense. Her pussy was achingly empty.
“You’ll find release when I do.” He ripped the body armor from his fit form.
She gazed at him and her mouth dried.
Her cyborg stood naked before her. His booted feet were braced apart. His stance was powerful, as though he expected an attack.
There was no part of him that wasn’t gorgeous. His gray skin was flawless. His muscles were defined, honed, perfect. He was the ideal male.
And he was hers. That long thick erect cock was hard for her. Desire for her shone in his dark eyes. She was the center of his universe also.
“You’ll pleasure me with your mouth.” He added another rule as he bent his knees, lowering his physique slightly, placing his tip level with her face.
Mercy. He was huge. She licked her lips.
He twitched.
Briella smothered her smile. It was her turn to torment him.
She nuzzled against his balls. Heat radiated from his form. Her cyborg had no scent, no means for an enemy to track him, but, when she breathed him in, their connection strengthened. She was acutely aware of him.
His thigh muscles flexed against her.
She sucked first one ball and then the other into her mouth, gently rolling them with her tongue.
Odium’s fingers folded into tight fists. She looked up at him. His jaw was clenched.
His control was frayed. Her confidence blossomed. She’d soon destroy his restraint completely.
He would call her name before she was done with him. She licked him from base to rim. He jerked, made a hurting noise. A bead of pre-cum formed on his tip.
She swiped the flat of her tongue over that part of him. His nanocybotics fizzed and popped on her flesh. The taste of him, minerals, metal, male, was delicious. She searched for more of his essence, exploring his slit, his cock head.
“Stop teasing me, my female.” His voice was a low rumble, that sound felt in the depths of her womb. “And suck me off.” His knuckles whitened.
She wasn’t the only being who required training.
Their gazes locked. She didn’t attempt to hide her amusement.
That sound originating from her cyborg’s chest was ominous and thrilling.
If she didn’t distract him soon, he would award another reprimand to her, might pluck away release from her completely. Not wanting that to happen, she pushed her lips over his tip.
Her warrior’s growls intensified.
She inhaled more and more of him, unhurriedly taking him into her mouth. His body tightened. His abs rippled. His biceps bulged.
His tip tapped the back of her throat. She met his gaze.
His eyes widened. She tipped her head back and took the rest of him.
“Perfect.” Wonder and awe engulfed that word. “You’re perfect for me.”
Her eyes watered. Her thoughts grew fuzzy. She retreated before she lost consciousness. “I was manufactured for you.” She repeated the statement he often shared with her.
“You are the best of females.” Her cyborg’s tone held pride.
Briella reveled in his admiration. His appreciation, reverence, lust for her turned her on. With her warrior, she wasn’t a beast. She was a beauty. And that made her frustratingly empty pussy drip.
She moved against him, working him deep, deep, shallow, shallow, shallow, deep, varying her technique, her angle, seeking to keep him off balance. That would prevent him from wresting back control of their encounter.
Her cyborg remained still for ten, twenty, thirty heartbeats. The sexual tension radiating from him was palpable. It grew stronger and stronger as she dragged her lips along him.
Until he broke under the pressure.
“Faster.” He moved, rocking his hips, meeting her midway. “Harder.”
She battled to please her warrior, bobbing over him. Her mouth hummed. Her tongue cradled his shaft. He drove into her with increasing fervor, never advancing farther than the back of her throat. Even in the midst of passion, he sought to safeguard her from harm, and that warmed her chest.
He was the best of males, and she would give him the greatest satisfaction he’d ever known. She increased her suction. Her cheeks indented around him.
Her cyborg’s dark eyes flashed with bolts of energy. He vibrated against her.
“My female.” He huffed. “My mostly human.” His rhythm became frenzied, wild, desperate. “My Briella.” He sank his fingers into her hair, gripped handfuls of her curls.
The pull on her scalp, the hurt that accompanied it messed with her concentration. Her legs trembled. Her thighs quivered. She paused for a heartbeat.
Her dominant male seized command, fucking her mouth with thought-destroying savagery. “Mine. Mine. Mine.” He vocally claimed ownership of her as he held her in place, forcing her to take his big cock again and again.
Briella loved it. She savored each riveting moment. He used her without hesitation, without mercy. It was an adrenaline rush, like a rescue flight with no one on board, with no one’s life at risk.
But it was better because she was with him. Odium was the source of her high. And he would never allow her to crash. She threw herself into the cock sucking, absorbing every thrust forward.
He grunted and pressed his fingertips against her scalp, branding her with his bruising touch. The veins along his length pulsed. His balls hugged his shaft. He was close.
She could push him over the edge. Her gaze met his.
“My female.” That plea from her powerful male firmed her resolve.
She smacked her tongue against his cock.
Odium’s eyes went scarily black. All the glimmers of light in them suddenly vanished, snuffed by the strength of his passion. “Mine.” He howled, tilting his head back.
Cum spurted from his tip, splattered against the back of her throat. Nanocybotics, warmth, pleasure bombarded her. She swallowed. More ecstasy burst inside her.
It overwhelmed her. She screamed around his girth, shaking with the impact.
He came again, bathing her with his essence, with euphoria. She writhed, fighting to be free. He clutched her to him, preventing all escape.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as waves of his cum, of rapture crashed into her. His nanocybotics fizzed and popped in her mouth, down her throat, in the very core of her.
He filled her with joy and she strained against him, wanting to cling to her cyborg. She was unable to do that. Her wrists remained tied. She could only grasp him with her lips.
His legs shook. He shuddered once, twice, then fell. His cock slipped from her mouth. His knees hit the floor.
She winced. That must’ve hurt him.
“Mine.” Her cyborg’s voice held sexual satisfaction, not pain.
He drew her to him, draping his body over hers. His weight was heavy. His form gyrated ever so slightly.
Those tiny tremors comforted Briella. They resembled the vibrations of the console against her skin when she flew the freighter at full speed.
She rested against him. Her breathing leveled. The effervescence and the bliss inside her decreased to manageable levels. The link with her warrior remained solid. It was a connection she could count on.
“I trust you, my Odium.” She whispered that statement against his skin. “My doubts are merely echoes of my past.” They weren’t caused by him. “They fade with every passing planet rotation.”
“We have to delete your doubts, my female, before we arrive at your manufacture planet.” Her cyborg lifted his head and met her gaze. The gold specks of energy had returned to his beautiful eyes. “We’ll train with more vigor.” His tone communicated they’d be training in a variety of stimulating ways. Some of their sessions wouldn’t involve garments. “Prepare yourself for that.”
“I won’t disappoint you, my warrior.” She smiled.
“You could never disappoint me.” He claimed her upturned lips. She tasted of him, but he didn’t appear to care.
He kissed her gently at first, advancing slowly, carefully, as though he had all eternity to explore her. His tongue caressed hers in a whisper of a touch.
She gazed at him, mesmerized, and she didn’t move, not wishing to alter their embrace.
Her warrior’s dominant nature excited her. His commands and reprimands focused her.
But the tender side of him enchanted her also. He touched her with wonder, handling her as though she was fragile, delicate, a work of art. She felt adored, valued.
Their need for each other rebuilt. He stroked into her with more and more vigor. Passion coiled around their forms, binding them together physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
He captured her face between his big palms. His skin was rough and warm against her cheeks. He had the hands of a warrior. His hold on her was firm.
Her own hands remained bound. But the rest of her was free. She sucked on his tongue as she had previously sucked his cock, inhaling him, drawing him deeper into her.
A rumble rolled up his chest. He fully hardened, and his cock pressed against her stomach.
Their next training section would begin soon.
A wild joy unfurled within Briella.
She was ready for it, for him.