Cybernetic Love

Chapter 5: Sabrina

The car door slams behind me, and I’m jostled into the plush leather seat. Axion’s hot metal fingers deftly pull the seatbelt across me, clicking it into place with a sharp snap. The metallic scent of his touch lingers as I inhale deeply, and the intoxicating luxury of his car surrounds me. It’s sleek, futuristic—like stepping into a vessel built for another world. My fingers trail over the leather and cool metal accents of the interior, each texture alive and electric under my heightened senses. Everything feels so real.

Axion slides into the driver’s seat, his jaw tight, his lips pressed into a thin line. The engine growls low as his hands grip the wheel, and without a word, he peels out, the tires screeching against the pavement. The force pushes me back into the seat, and I giggle, my body feeling weightless.

I glance at him, his human hand gripping the wheel tightly, the knuckles white, while his metallic fingers drum against it, betraying his tension. His eyes flicker to me for the briefest second before returning to the road, and I can practically feel the rage radiating off of him. He’s muttering under his breath, cursing low and sharp.

“Where are you taking me?” I ask, my voice soft, dreamy.

“To my penthouse,” he snaps, not looking at me. “You shouldn’t be alone while you’re tripping.”

I giggle again, leaning my head back against the seat. “It’s more like floating,” I murmur, grinning. My hands slide over my arms, then down to my thighs. My skin feels so soft, like silk beneath my fingers. “God, I feel amazing,” I whisper to no one in particular.

His jaw clenches tighter. I watch his profile, sharp and striking, illuminated by the glow of the dashboard. He’s so focused, so intense, but I can’t stop touching myself, marveling at the sensations flooding my body. My fingertips brush the cool latex of my dress, and a delicious shiver runs down my spine.

I glance at him again, an idea forming in my hazy mind. “Here,” I say, reaching over and grabbing his metal hand. He stiffens as I guide it toward my body. “This will help you,” I murmur, pressing his hot metal palm against the slick, cool surface of the latex.

His entire body freezes.

I smile and begin running his hand up and down the fabric, letting it glide over the curve of my waist. The contrast between his heat and the coolness of the dress sends shivers through me. “Do you feel better?” I ask softly, tilting my head to look at him.

His breath catches, a low choking sound escaping his throat before he jerks his hand away like I’ve burned him. “Fuck,” he mutters, his voice strained. “Fuck, Sabrina, stop.”

I giggle again, unbothered, my attention drifting back to myself. My eyes drop to my cleavage, which is practically spilling out of the dress. I poke at it experimentally, letting out a small laugh. “Squishy,” I say to myself, marveling at the softness. My hands roam across my body, exploring every curve, every sensation.

“Could you not?” Axion growls, his voice sharp and frustrated.

I look at him, confused. “What? What are you talking about?”

“Never mind,” he mutters, his metallic fingers tightening around the wheel as his human hand rakes through his hair. His knuckles are white, his entire frame radiating tension.

The car screeches to a halt, and I realize we’ve arrived. Axion jumps out and stalks around to my side, opening the door. Before I can react, he pulls me out and tosses me over his shoulder like I’m nothing more than a rag doll. I gasp, my hands gripping his back for balance as the world tilts around me.

The elevator ride to his penthouse is a blur of soft lighting and the steady hum of machinery. He doesn’t say a word, his movements precise and calculated. When we finally step into his apartment, he sets me down on a bed so soft it feels like a cloud. My fingers immediately sink into the fabric, and I sigh happily.

“Drink this.” He thrusts a bottle of water into my hands, his tone commanding. “All of it.”

I nod obediently, bringing the bottle to my lips. “Yes, sir,” I murmur, giggling softly as I sip the cool liquid.

He sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair again. “Here,” he says, pulling a shirt from a nearby drawer. “You can borrow this.”

I nod, reaching for the shirt, but my fingers fumble, and the bottle falls to the side. He groans, his patience clearly fraying. “Hold still,” he mutters, reaching for the zipper of my dress. He struggles with it, his metal fingers catching on the tight fabric.

“Dammit,” he growls. With a single, forceful motion, he tears the dress clean off my body, the sound of ripping latex echoing through the room.

I gasp, the sudden rush of cool air against my bare skin making me shiver. My body feels electric, every nerve ending alive and on fire. A soft moan escapes my lips as I clench my thighs together, trying to quell the ache building inside me.

“Mmm,” I murmur, my head falling back. “That feels… good.”

Axion curses under his breath, his jaw clenched so tightly I think it might snap. He quickly turns his head, holding the shirt out to me without looking at me directly. “Put this on,” he says, his voice strained.

But something stirs inside me, something reckless and unfiltered. I stand, my bare feet sinking into the carpet, and take a step toward him. He stiffens, his body going completely still as I wrap my arms around his neck.

I lean up, brushing my lips against his in a soft, tentative kiss. My warm skin presses against his cool metal, and a shiver runs through me as I whisper, “Touch me.”

His hands grip my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh as he groans low in his throat. His control snaps for a moment, and he pulls me closer, his hard cock pressing against my stomach. The heat between us is unbearable, my body responding instinctively as I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Fuck,” he growls, his lips crashing against mine. The kiss is hungry, overwhelming, his tongue claiming me as he shoves me back against the wall. I whimper, my body arching against his, desperate for more as his hands roam over my ass, pulling me tighter against him. My wetness presses against his hardness, and I cry out softly, the ache inside me unbearable.

And then—suddenly—he stops.

He pulls back, his breathing ragged, his forehead resting against mine as he struggles for control. “No,” he says hoarsely, his voice rough. “Not right now.”

I blink, confused and frustrated as he gently sets me down on the bed. “But—”

“No,” he cuts me off, stepping back and running a hand through his hair. His eyes are wild, his jaw tight. “You’re tripping, Sabrina. This isn’t happening. Not like this.”

I pout, crossing my arms as he throws the shirt at me. “Let’s get one thing straight,” he says, his voice hard. “You’re in my house, my rules. And I’ll decide when and where I fuck you. Not now. Not while you’re out of your damn mind.”

I pull the shirt over my head, its soft fabric brushing against my overly sensitive skin as I mutter under my breath, “You’re so bossy.”

He glares at me, but his lips twitch as if he’s fighting a smile. “Damn right, I am.”