WIP Wednesday - CyberServed: Made to Order

 

How far will Tosha and Brick take it?

She lay limp. Gratified for the moment. “You’re amazing, big guy. How did you figure out what grinds my gears?”

“You gave me plenty of hints. The look on your face, how you reacted. The size of your pupils, the rate of respiration. It’s astonishing that such a powerful woman can let herself go in such a manner.”

“Few men are comfortable playing the part of master, owner, whatever you want to call it. Anything less than perfect balance between the sexes in work and even play is seen as inherently wrong. Which is correct, to a point, but people should be able to let loose to indulge in private urges as they see fit.”

“This was an interesting experiment given societal norms,” he agreed. “I’m yours to order, yet we reversed roles…though you could have told me to stop and I would have obeyed.”

“How did you feel about it? Was it merely interesting? Or did you feel anything at all?” Tosha worried Brick had simply functioned as he was programmed, though she had no reason to think he’d have done otherwise. He was a machine.

“I enjoyed it.” His gaze softened. “I felt I was having fun. It pleased me to offer you sexual gratification.”

She frowned. “I wish you could have more. Your own pleasure, for its own sake.”

“It may be possible. The advanced interaction program, combined with the full appreciation protocol and the learning portion of my matrix, is allowing me to experience more sensations that approach true emotion.”

Tosha hesitated, then plunged. “What if you had the full interaction program?”

He considered. “At my current level, I may achieve true emotions anyway. The full program would make it happen more quickly. There is some caution advised that the potential of a quicker expressive response might overwhelm the unit’s coping abilities.”

“Overwhelm?”

“Perhaps the death of a loved one could send a fully realized cyborg into a depressive spiral or hysteria. Anger, such as I’ve felt, could become rage I’d have difficulty containing.”

“Yikes.”

He chuckled. “Having learned how good a distraction sex is, I’ve already found one way to diffuse that. I’m no longer as anxious as I was after the attack.”

Tosha grinned. “Just don’t expect me to drop my panties in the middle of the shopping district to diffuse you.”

“I’ll let the anticipation distract me until I can have the real thing.”

Tosha mused for a few seconds. She traced his rough features. She debated asking what seemed a valid question, because she was treading unknown ground.

She should check with Beauchamp at CyberServe. Yet she hated the idea of a stranger, no matter how expert he might be, glimpsing what was a private matter.

They’d programmed Brick to have those abilities. They must have realized what was possible. That such a concern might come up. Brick was self-aware. Becoming more so each day. Why shouldn’t he have the choice?

“What do you want, Brick? Do you wish to develop faster?”

His interest sharpened. “You’d let me decide?”

“Is there any reason I shouldn’t?”

“I have the beginnings of self-interest. Perhaps I’m don’t possess the objectivity to choose.”

“Humans make decisions based on self-interest all the time. With your matrix being so analytical, you’re better suited for it than the rest of us.”

“That is accurate.” His gaze was distant for a moment, then focused again. “I believe I can handle it, having progressed as much as I have.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

“Then load the most advanced socially interactive program.”

 

Releasing April 8. Pre-order now available at Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords. Print on sale now.

She’s marked for death. He’s her only hope. But can a de-commissioned cyborg once programmed to kill humans be trusted with her life…or her heart?

They called him the Wall, part of a cyborg army that terrorized humans during a long war waged by those intent on wielding power. When Tosha Cameron, owner of a multi-billion corporation, first sees the deactivated cyborg, he’s a tattered remnant of a horrific past.

Most would prefer to see cyborgs destroyed, but those with vision see a valuable resource. When Tosha’s business rivals target her for assassination, the Wall—whom she renames Brick—is her best bet for protection.

Reprogrammed, Brick proves he’s more than a mere machine. Programmed to guard Tosha, he can supply her every need. He soon develops beyond his learning matrix and software, becoming capable of humanity…and more.

Dark secrets from a bloody past are waiting deep in his circuitry, however; secrets that could kill the woman he loves and has sworn to protect.

 

The Writer's Corner: A Special Place

 

Photo Credit: Pereanu Sebastian

 

They say if you suffer from insomnia, the worst thing you can do in your bed is anything but sleep in it. The rationale is that if you connect your bed with reading, working, surfing the 'net...stuff that promotes wakefulness, in other words...then your mind will go into 'ON' mode when you climb into it, even if you're exhausted. If your bed is for sleep and only sleep, then getting into it tells your brain and body to conk out.

 

The same could be said for where you do your writing. A dedicated space where you weave your worlds exclusively can make a big difference to your mindset when it's time to get those pages out of your skull. Creating your writing haven can go a long way toward productivity. It's the same idea as pledging your bed to sleep only: you sit down in your writing place, and creativity switches on because your brain has learned this is where it's expected to work.

 

Writing spaces are as individual as the writers themselves. Some are inspired by the scenery outside a nearby window or a beautiful picture. Some insist on blank walls to cut off distractions. Some like music playing; others can't concentrate unless they have silence. Good lighting and comfort are must-haves. Maybe a totem, good luck object, or a writing affirmation can be in the vicinity to put you in the mood. Just like writing itself, landing on the best environment means experimentation. Best of all, creating your own personalized setting can be an inspiration in its own right.

 

In my space, I have pictures and objects of comfort, items that remind me of family. I usually have a cup of coffee or chai. An atomizer keeps down the odor of my stinky dog (baths are effective for no longer than 24 hours with this smelly hound). I have blankets nearby in case I get chilled. I have a lot of chronic pain, so a large measure of comfort is required. To offset this wondrous scene of basking coziness, I typically have Rammstein or Nightwish thudding in the background...since I write a lot of action scenes, I need that metal attitude. 

 

That's all well and good if you can find an area to call your own during writing. It could be you don't have an area to cordon off in your home, however. If you need a quiet place but have to look outside, the library might work. Or a picnic table at a local park. A blanket on the shore, perhaps. If you're better inspired by more civilization, there's always the local coffee shop or diner. Any place you can clear your head and put words on paper/electronic device is a great writing space.

 

Find your special place if you haven't already. Figure out what works for you in it. It'll make a big difference in your writing. 

WIP Wednesday - CyberServed: Made To Order

 

Cyborg in charge

He was the realization of her favorite fantasies, this overwhelming brute who had clued into what enthralled her best. Maybe she was stupid to resist testing her control over him, but she couldn’t bear to wreck the illusion she was about to be taken by a man who’d mastered her. A man who’d tamed her to his will.

“You excite me. Your power over me is thrilling.” Admitting it gave her an exquisite vulnerability.

He withdrew his hand. Brought it to his face and sniffed. Then he licked it. He smiled. “Arms over your head. Lie there, and do not move unless I tell you to.”

She obeyed. The pose stretched her torso long, brought her exposed breasts up, her stiff nipples pointed at the ceiling.

Brick’s hand swept over them to fondle with an air of ownership. His pinches were greeted with as much delight as his gentler caresses.

He bent to her and seized her nipple between his lips. She moaned. Ordered to lie motionless, she couldn’t writhe as she wished, as the jolt of bliss deep in her cunt demanded she must. She vocalized instead; spurred by his questing tongue, demanding suction, and punishing bites on both breasts.

Brick continued the pleasurable torment. He moved down the indentation from her sternum to her navel. Tosha shivered when he was tender. She quaked when he was rough. He divined the perfect instant to shock her from the trance his kinder touches put her under, to jolt her with intense sensation.

In her few lucid moments, she wondered at his seeming innate comprehension of what brought her pleasure. Who the fuck designed his sex program?

She wasn’t allowed to consider such questions for any length of time. Brick held her in a thrall.

He slid her skirt off, revealing the lace panties that had matched her bra. Just as flimsy. Would he rip them apart with that same animal ease? His gaze flicked to take in her expression. No doubt he saw the petrified exaltation there. He’d overwhelmed her with so little effort.

“Sweet, submissive Tosha,” he crooned. He spread her legs apart. He settled his fingertips on her mound. His thumb on her clit.

She inhaled, the breath high-pitched. Sensation blasted from his light touch. She jerked.

“Remain still. So very, very still, or we’ll find out about that spanking.”

As if to make her misbehave, he drew circles with his thumb, rubbing her clit. She clenched handfuls of the bed linens in her fists as he applied crazy-making friction to her most sensitive flesh. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. She battled to lie quiescent to his whims.

“Hungry little pussy. It’s quivering for me, begging me to feed it my cock.”

Tosha moaned, a pleading, desperate sound.

“Should I kiss this sweet, wet cunt?”

“Yes!” Her eager shout would have been embarrassing if she weren’t so frantic.

“Too demanding. Try again, Tosha. Ask nicely.”

She struggled for the right words. His insistent thumb played with her swollen nub. It made it nearly impossible to think.

“Please…would you…kiss my pussy? I’ll be such a good girl…for you.”

“Will you? Because I think you’re naughty. A naughty, filthy girl.”

The pressure on her clit increased. She started to arch, remembered herself, and managed to stay in place.

“Please,” she begged. “Please kiss my pussy. Kiss my cunt.”

“And then?”

“Anything,” she promised. “Whatever you want.”

 

Releasing April 8. Pre-order now available at Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords. Print on sale now.

She’s marked for death. He’s her only hope. But can a de-commissioned cyborg once programmed to kill humans be trusted with her life…or her heart?

They called him the Wall, part of a cyborg army that terrorized humans during a long war waged by those intent on wielding power. When Tosha Cameron, owner of a multi-billion corporation, first sees the deactivated cyborg, he’s a tattered remnant of a horrific past.

Most would prefer to see cyborgs destroyed, but those with vision see a valuable resource. When Tosha’s business rivals target her for assassination, the Wall—whom she renames Brick—is her best bet for protection.

Reprogrammed, Brick proves he’s more than a mere machine. Programmed to guard Tosha, he can supply her every need. He soon develops beyond his learning matrix and software, becoming capable of humanity…and more.

Dark secrets from a bloody past are waiting deep in his circuitry, however; secrets that could kill the woman he loves and has sworn to protect.