Cybernetic Love

Chapter 7: Axion

I sat back in the dark leather chair behind my desk, the strong wood and leather elements of my office grounding me, providing a semblance of calm. The tension in my body told a different story. My shirt clung to my overheated skin, the faint hum of my cybernetic enhancements barely audible in the quiet. I leaned my head back, exhaling sharply.

Fuck.

Sabrina. Her face this morning, the way she’d blushed and stammered, had made it painfully obvious she remembered everything. She thought she was convincing with her lies, but I could see through her easily. Every flicker of her eyes, every nervous tug at the hem of her oversized shirt—it all betrayed her.

I had let her lie, playing along for now. I didn’t press her as I sent her home to change for work, but the memories of last night haunted me. Her hands running over my chest, the kiss, her soft moans… the way her body had felt pressed against mine, begging silently for more.

I sat up, my eyes narrowing as I looked out the window, the city skyline sprawling before me. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of voices drifting through the office. Mia’s unmistakable tone cut through the murmur of work.

“Damn, Sabrina!” Mia exclaimed loudly. “We saw a whole new side of you last night! Who’d you leave with?”

There was giggling, followed by some suggestive winks. I tilted my head, curious.

Sabrina’s response was immediate but not what I expected. “Uh… some guy from the bar, I guess,” she stammered, her voice soft and unsure.

My jaw tightened, my metal fingers drumming against the arm of my chair. A lie. She was lying to them, hiding the truth. The girls’ laughter faded as they moved on, leaving her to sit in silence.

I pressed the intercom button. “Sabrina, my office. Now.”

Her head snapped up, and I watched her shuffle nervously through the glass walls of my office. She tugged her cardigan higher around her neck, blinking behind her oversized glasses like a deer caught in headlights. By the time she slipped into my office, her cheeks were already flushed. She closed the door behind her and hesitated by the desk.

“Sit,” I commanded, gesturing to the chair in front of me.

She obeyed quickly, sitting stiffly on the edge of the chair. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, twisting the fabric of her skirt.

I studied her in silence, letting the tension build. The longer I stared, the more nervous she became, and the faintest tremble of her lip gave her away. Finally, I stood, walking around the desk to stand in front of her. She tilted her head up to meet my gaze, her eyes wide and uncertain.

“You don’t remember anything?” I asked, my tone low and sharp, cutting through the air between us.

Her blush deepened, and she looked away. “I… um…”

“Interesting story,” I murmured, stepping closer, towering over her.

She squirmed in her seat, wringing her hands. “Okay, look!” she blurted. “I remember everything, but I don’t want to jeopardize my job! I’m so sorry for everything.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper by the end, and she bit her lip, clearly bracing for my reaction.

I leaned down, placing one hand on the armrest of her chair, caging her in. “Last night, you wanted me to fuck you,” I growled, my voice dark and loaded with intent.

Her gasp was soft but audible, and her eyes darted to mine. “Yes, but—”

“No excuses,” I snapped, cutting her off. My cock throbbed at the memory, the need I’d suppressed now boiling over. “You wanted it. You begged for it.”

“I—” she stammered, her voice faltering. “I realize now it was inappropriate. I was… I was probably too high—”

“Don’t lie to me,” I growled, my lips inches from her ear. “You knew exactly what you wanted.”

She trembled under my gaze, her cheeks flushed, her breaths shallow. “Do you remember what I told you last night?” I asked, my tone softer but no less commanding.

Her lips parted, and she nodded hesitantly. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Say it.”

She swallowed hard, her voice barely audible. “You… you said you’d tell me when and where you’d… fuck me.”

My cock strained against my pants, her timid confession only fueling the possessiveness surging through me. “That’s right,” I said, my voice a low rumble. “And now, I’m telling you.”

Her eyes widened, her breath catching as I ran a hand up her thigh, the heat of her skin burning through the fabric of her skirt. My fingers inched higher, pushing the hem upward as I trailed along the soft curve of her leg.

“I’m going to slide my hands up these warm thighs,” I murmured, my voice like velvet. “Sit you on my desk, and fuck you hard. Right here. Right now.”

Her lips parted, and a faint whimper escaped as I lifted her to her feet, her body trembling against mine. “You won’t cum until I say so,” I whispered, my hands gripping her waist. “And you won’t make a sound. I don’t want anyone to hear us.”

Her cheeks flushed deeper, and her breath hitched. I could feel the heat radiating off her body as her knees weakened under my touch.

“You are mine now,” I growled, my voice rough. “Do you understand?”

Her mouth opened, but no words came out at first. She blinked up at me, her lashes fluttering. Finally, she nodded. “Yes,” she whispered.

I didn’t waste another second. I gripped her hips and lifted her onto the edge of my desk, the sharp scrape of paper and pens scattering beneath her weight. My lips crashed against hers, claiming her mouth as she melted into me. Her fingers tangled in my hair, and I groaned as her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer.

I reached under her skirt, my hands rough against her soft skin, and pushed her panties aside. She gasped as my fingers brushed against her slick heat, and I swallowed the sound with another deep, demanding kiss. Her hips bucked against me, desperate for more, and I obliged, sliding my fingers inside her.

She bit her lip, stifling a moan as her body clenched around me. I smirked against her lips, pulling back just enough to murmur, “Good girl. Quiet.”

I undid my belt with one hand, freeing my cock as she watched with wide, eager eyes. I guided myself to her entrance, teasing her with the tip until she squirmed, her body begging for more.

“Say it,” I growled, my voice dark. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with need.

With that, I thrust into her, hard and deep, her nails digging into my shoulders as she muffled a cry against my neck. Her warmth surrounded me, tight and wet, and I cursed under my breath, barely holding back the primal growl clawing at my throat.

Her body moved with mine, her hips meeting each thrust as I claimed her over and over. The desk creaked beneath us, and her breath came in sharp, desperate gasps as she struggled to hold back the sounds threatening to escape.

I slowed, pulling back just enough to remind her, “Not until I say so.”

She nodded frantically, her body trembling with restraint. I thrust again, deeper this time, and her head fell back, her lips parted as she teetered on the edge.

“Now,” I said, my voice a low growl.

She shattered around me, her body clenching as she came undone, her muffled cries spilling into my neck. I followed moments later, the release tearing through me as I held her close, her warmth grounding me.

As the tension ebbed, I pulled back, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at me, dazed and breathless.

I smirked. “Good girl.”