Rogue: A Dark Cyborg Romance Page 16

  I noticed a light just ahead and said a silent prayer as I bolted toward it. This could be my only chance to escape. My eyes used to the darkness, I could make out an outline of a door. I was only a few feet away, but he was gaining on me.

  “Noire. Come to me.”

  The tone was much different, so dark and dominating, drawing me into his crazy and passionate world. I almost stopped. I almost caved. I wanted this man, no matter the consequences. I craved his body and his lips, his tongue slathering over me.

  No! Move. Move! The voice inside my head kicked in, pulling me back to reality. I smacked the door with both hands, delighting in the cracking sound as the damaged wood split in two sections. The light was almost blinding even though there was no sun. The wind howled, whistling in the leaves as I bolted on gut alone, running through a patch of massive trees.

  “There is nowhere for you to run,” he bellowed, still behind me, but I’d gained some ground.

  Sucking in my breath, I kept my eyes wide open as I continued forward, tripping over fallen limbs and brush, but I was getting somewhere. I could do this. I could free myself. Then I would get him help. The assholes wouldn’t get away with this. Branches snapped me in the face, almost blinding me and I knew I had to get my bearings. Hunkering down behind a large oak, I caught my breath and listened. He wasn’t there. There were no footsteps, no calls, only the wind.

  I glanced in a full circle. Where in the hell was I? There were no forests of this nature outside the city, even for a hundred miles, at least that I knew of. I could see no other buildings, no sign of life of any kind. This was like a barren wasteland. There were sections of the country where very few humans lived, where danger was prevalent and true monsters ruled the countryside.

  I closed my eyes briefly, trying to rationalize my options. There were few, but I knew I had to get away. Taking off again, I kept low to the ground, moving in a straight line and completely away from the building. The sound of running water gave me a smile and I headed for it, ending up on a knoll overlooking what appeared to be a clear and free running body of water. A river. I’d never seen one outside of the city manmade water supply.

  I started down the hill then I heard a crack of a twig just behind me.

  “Noire. Come back with me. It’s not safe outside,” Rogue said.

  “No. Leave me alone, Rogue.” My feet didn’t move. What was the crazy reason I was so drawn to him?

  “Now, or you will be punished.”

  I took another step away and another until I was tumbling down the slope. His heavy growl was right behind me. I dropped smack into the water and immediately tried to get to my feet. The entire area around the lapping stream was muddy, the water freaking cold. I slammed my wrists against some rocks in my attempt to get away, a moan slipping from my mouth.

  Huge hands grabbed me from behind, dragging me backwards. “Noire. You shouldn’t have run from me. You shouldn’t have done that.”

  I heard such frustration in his voice and I slapped at the water, fearful of everything, but mostly myself. I was excited, not terrified. Not of this man. I yelped as he managed to yank me against his chest, pinning my arms. “Rogue. I...”

  “You what? Thought you could get away? I’m going to have to punish you for trying.”

  “No!” He pushed me up onto all fours, tugging off my shoes. I scrambled once again, making it to the river’s edge before he pulled me back by the waistband of my jeans. Panting, I kicked backward, exhausted already from the hard fight. I knew exactly what he was going to do.

  He was going to spank me then fuck me. He was going to sully me and shame me and...

  And I wanted nothing more. I was electrified as he struggled to remove my jeans, dragging them over my hips. When one leg was free, I kicked him in the chest, scuttling forward. Rogue dragged me back again, across the mud, splashes hitting my face and eyes. The feel of his hands brushing against my legs gave me a new set of shivers. He was so aggressive and so controlling and I’d disobeyed him.

  When he’d removed my pants and panties completely, he rolled me over, crawling on top and hovering over me. There was no exertion of breath, no chest rising and falling like mine. But in his eyes I could see sadness. I was pitched into some level of never-never land. Androids weren’t supposed to have feelings. They weren’t supposed to be anything but steel and plastic.

  “I told you that your punishment would be severe.”

  He plopped me onto my knees and elbows, the force pitching me forward. I shivered as his fingers brushed down my spine to the crack between my ass cheeks. I couldn’t stop panting as he kicked my knees apart, his fingers wrapped around my hair. He dragged the tips down the middle of my buttocks until he reached my pussy lips. I shivered, jutting my hips backward as far as they would go.

  “Oh, God,” I muttered as he fingered my clit.

  “I told you before, you belong to me.”

  The words filled me, shamed me, and I closed my eyes in anticipation.

  I wasn’t certain I was prepared for the array of sensations as he smacked my ass with his hand. The sting was instant, driving me to a frenzied state. My pussy clenched once, twice, and I realized I was making myself climax.

  He issued five in a row, moving from one side to the other. I could barely catch my breath and I dug my nails into the soft ground, feeling like nothing more than a bad little girl. The pain was mild, different than I was used to. This was more about shaming me than anything, humiliating me by whipping me in the forest.

  If only others could see.

  The thought brought a bubbling laugh straight from my stomach, spilling out over my lips.

  “You will learn. You will be trained. You will obey me,” he huffed, smacking me again.

  I heard a rustling sound and darted my head over my shoulder. The belt. He was removing his belt. I couldn’t take my eyes off the action, blinking as every motion slowed, his long fingers tugging the thick leather through the slender straps. I gulped for air when the strap was freed.

  Rogue darted a look in my direction before twisting the supple leather around his hand. Then he folded the two ends together. He pressed the tip of his thumb in the area between my ass cheeks and I knew exactly what he was going to do.

  Violate me, shove his thumb into my puckered hole. I quivered, hunkering lower. When he rubbed his thumb all the way down to my clit, I arched my back, taking several deep breaths. I was so wet, juice slickening the insides of my thighs. I knew he could tell how aroused I was. The dichotomy of knowing what I should do and what I longed for was maddening.

  He swirled his thumb several times before dipping it into my pussy. My cunt muscles immediately clamped around the slight invasion, trying desperately to pull it in deeper. He chuckled behind me then slid his thumb back to my puckered hole. When he pushed inside, I gasped, dropping my head almost to the ground. I no longer cared about anything but what he was doing, driving me to a crazed state of nirvana.

  Stars floated in front of my eyes as he drove in as far as possible, pushing past the ring of muscle, pumping in and out. I knew I was thrusting my hips backward, longing for more. More of him. More of his domination. More of everything.

  He patted my ass and only a split second later, the belt was brought down against both ass cheeks four times in succession. I immediately jumped, whimpering as the heat sizzled then bloomed into a wildfire of anguish, gripping every inch of me. “Fuck!” The scattered word shattered through the quietness.

  “Tell me you’ll obey me,” he demanded.

  “I’ll... try.” What was I supposed to say to him? I heard the belt snap and held back a sob as the strap smacked against my ass. The pain was agonizing.

  “Let’s try that again. You will obey.”

  I gulped, the deep breaths giving me hiccups. “Rogue. Please.”

  The cracking sound of his wrist brought tears to my eyes. My body jumped as I whimpered, dropping my head. And still, I wanted more.

  “Noire. Will you obey
me?” Rogue rubbed his fingers down my spine, caressing first one cheek then the other.

  “Yes... I’ll obey you. I swear.” I knew this wasn’t over.

  Rogue issued several more strikes, every one of them in a perfect unison, but less forceful than before. He alternated by rubbing my bottom then sliding his hand to my pussy.

  “Pain and pleasure,” he whispered.

  I undulated my hips as he whisked his fingers against my pussy lips, thrusting them inside only twice then resuming the punishment.

  I was thrown by how careful he was, how practiced. Even as the anguish became biting, forcing the tears to slide past my eyelashes, the rapture was intense. Beautiful. I rocked forward and backward, wanting the punishment to continue.

  He rubbed my clit again, taking his time as I took several deep breaths.

  “You might thrive on pain, but you long for tenderness.”

  The words were chilling, grabbing at my heartstrings. What had really happened to this creation, this part man, part machine? Why had the doctors been so cruel to him? I couldn’t make any sense of the reason. He was perfect in every way, strong in both character as well as body. I wouldn’t be broken by this man.

  But I would be altered for life.

  The belt whooshed in the air, cracking in his hand as it was brought down and my insides imploded with raging desire.

  “Have you learned your lesson yet, Noire? Do you understand that there can be no way of escaping me?”

  His words floated inside my ears, smooth even in their utter control. “Yes.”

  He smacked me four more times, two hitting my upper thighs. Pain shifted into ecstasy, so sublime that all sounds echoed, my vision marred. I pushed up on my hands, fighting to drag air into my lungs. The feel of his cockhead pressing against my wetness tossed away my last resolve. Every inch of my skin tingled in anticipation and raw excitement.

  Rogue slid the tip of his cock down the cleft between my ass cheeks to my clit, smacking my pussy several times. I was rattled to the core, passion rushing into my blood. “I’m going to fuck you, split your sweet cunt in two and when I come, spewing hot cum deep inside, you will belong to me.”

  I held my breath as he thrust the entire length deep inside. There was no question, no taking me gently and in truth, I wanted him to be brutal. I wanted to feel every inch of him. My muscles spread, trying to accept his girth as he filled me completely. “Ah!” I couldn’t help the scattered moan as he pulled out, slamming into me again.

  A growl erupted from his mouth as he rode me long and hard, driving into me with such force I was pummeled against the ground. He was like a wild beast, fucking me in an unbridled and savage manner.

  I was just as crazed, my pussy muscles clamping down around his throbbing shaft. He gripped my hips, driving in and out, alternating with spanking my ass. The pain re-blossomed and I was tossed head first into raw ecstasy.

  He opened me even wider as he leaned over, pinching and twisting my clit between his fingers. There was no holding back any longer, no way I could control my raging need. The climax took me hard and fast. I threw my head back, trying to bite back the scream. When I came, my entire body shook.

  His finger swirled around my clit, pinching again, rocketing me into a wave of orgasms. They were so powerful, stealing my breath. I was dropped into a dream state of bliss and I knew he was close to coming. I could tell he wanted nothing more than to erupt so deep inside.

  I clamped down my muscles and even though I never wanted this to stop, I needed to recover from falling down a rabbit hole. I had to process why I wanted this man so desperately and why the connection was so strong. I had to find me.

  Or perhaps that’s exactly what just happened.

  Rogue’s entire body tensed, his breathing sounds turning into ravaging howls as he exploded deep inside, filling me with his cum.

  This was his taking of me.

  This was his final act of owning me.

  And I knew, he would never let me go.

  Chapter Eleven

  Noire

  I will always protect you...

  The words swirled in my mind over and over again. I knew he would.

  I was torn, knowing that we would be found. We had to be.

  A darkness stirred from deep within, awakening in a way I would never have anticipated. I stood in what had been a company bathroom, glaring at the broken mirror, half expecting a monster would jump out of the darkness. There was no such thing, only a woman glaring back at me, lines on her face indicating her exhausting life and never-ending battle with the girl longing to be set free.

  Rogue had managed to strip away the steel mask in less than a day. I touched the mirror with my fingertips, sadness encapsulating my heart. What was I supposed to do from here? Getting him help was the key, but I would never be able to convince him that it was the right thing to do. How could he have trust for anyone?

  All the pieces were starting to fit together, including the notion that Congress was planning some sort of coup. Rogue’s escape couldn’t draw any attention. They would eliminate him in order to keep their secrets. Was there anywhere he could go that he’d be safe? Exhaling, the answers were all bleak. One thing I knew for certain, his entire programming was shifting, becoming more violent. How long before I was merely a human standing in his way?

  He’d carried me from the banks of the river, holding me cradled in his arms until we reached the safety of the building. I’d seen nothing else on our way back, no further indication of where he’d taken me, and I wasn’t ready to ask any additional questions. I knew he wasn’t prepared to answer. The quietness of the man was unnerving, a reminder that he was fabricated from either a diseased or dying human along with the most sophisticated of mechanics and nothing more. The fact he was much more human in his actions shouldn’t interfere with my job, but I couldn’t imagine taking him back.

  They would kill him if I didn’t.

  Sighing, I made a face seeing the caked mud covering my arms and neck, easing the blanket he’d given me onto a partially broken towel rack. I dragged globs off with my fingers, dropping them into the sink. I wanted a warm bath, a thick comforter, and a tall glass of wine. I also wanted the arms of a strong man to wrap around me, telling me that everything was going to be all right.

  I knew better. Nothing would ever be the same. What little belief I’d had in the system had been destroyed.

  I turned slightly, eyeing the welts and redness on my sore bottom. The marks would quickly fade, the sting gone with a few hours, but the memory would both haunt and entice me for a long time. I’d actually wanted everything that he did to me, every humiliating moment. There simply had to be something terribly wrong with me, much like the evaluations had stated. The fantasies had been so real, but the way he powered into me had been even more stimulating.

  I snorted at the thought of being mentally ill, wondering if Chris had ever felt I was disillusioned with the real world. Maybe I was. Maybe I was more of a freak than the reprobates I was paid well to capture. My breath skipping, I clawed another clump of mud from between my breasts, realizing my nipples were still fully erect and aching. My entire world seemed to be shattered beyond repair and all I could think about was one long, hard cock.

  In a fleeting moment, I pinched my nipples, twisting them until my pussy spasmed. I dropped my head, trying to control my breathing. I’d promised to obey him, to follow his directions without question. Right? During hot sex. The thought was absolutely ridiculous. His obsession was very real for him. He had to be terrified, although he’d never admit it. I couldn’t imagine what he was going through. Bastards. The fucking bastards!

  Why was my pussy clenching to the point that if I slipped my fingers between my legs, I would come almost instantly? Rogue. His power. His magic.

  I felt his presence behind me and glanced into the mirror, holding my breath. His features were stunning, a jaw that was so perfectly chiseled, so strong and angular that he looked almost aristocratic. Eve
n his eyelashes screamed of passion. He raked his eyes down the length of my body and now I was able to see the rise and fall of his chest. Desire brimmed every crevice in his face, the longing even more than I’d witnessed before.

  He towered over me by at least six inches, even though I almost five foot eleven. I suddenly felt very small, insignificant.

  “Come. I will clean you up.”

  “How? Where? We’re stuck in the middle of nowhere,” I retorted back, feeling more naked than I’d ever felt in my life. The jeans, while still intact, were filthy and at this point, I had no desire to walk around the wretched space without clothes. I glared at him this time, struggling with finding a way to really talk to him.

  He simply held out his hand, his shadowed silhouette reminding me of a carnivore.

  “Why do you want me so much?” I’d asked the question before, receiving no real answers.

  Rogue barely moved if at all, his eyes concentrating on mine.

  “You don’t have any idea, do you?” I turned to face him. “I know our connection in the facility that first time was very strong, but you seem obsessed with me.”

  “What we share cannot be explained, but you sensed it as well. I am meant to own you.”

  “The comstall unit by your bed. It’s not just for recharging you. Is it?” He gave no clear indication that he even understood what I was talking about, but of course, I knew better. “They used it to provide different programs. Didn’t they?”

  Rogue took my hand, his thumb sliding across my finger. “I remember the very day I was brought to life. I’d already been programmed with an understanding of certain things, the majority that full humans take for granted. There were education modules and modernization modules. There were ones teaching me how to eat and enjoy food, even wine and liquor. When the basics had been uploaded, I was allowed certain time spent with learning on my own, but very little was done with being allowed to experience all the data I gathered.”