Mirror, Mirror: A Real Man
Marina arrives home from work to find Frank Stein’s creation, a life-like, anatomically correct, cyborg lost, hungry and parked on the curb in front of her house.
It is no part of Marina’s plan to teach the cyborg what it’s like to be a real man, but Nico has his sights on her and he’s persistent. Better yet, he’s a fast learner.
Length: Short Story
Word Count: 8,913
Genre: Science Fiction/Futuristic Romance
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, October 2013
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
Marina was seized in an iron grip and shoved none too gently against the wall. “What the…,” she broke off and gasped as her hands were captured and manacled to the wall on either side of her head.
Nico had his face pressed almost nose to nose with her. “You are mine, wench!”
Marina gaped at him blankly.
Gripping the front of her suit, he ripped it from the neckline to her waist. “Protest all you like, but I’ve seen your face when I make love to you, heard your whimpers of delight. Your body knows that I command it.”
Marina blinked rapidly. “What the hell have you been watch ….” She didn’t get the last word out. Leaning down, he captured her mouth beneath his in a kiss that nearly singed her eye brows. Shock held her in thrall as she felt his tongue ravish her mouth savagely, thoroughly. Her mind shut down as his tongue skated across hers and his taste filled her senses. Her body didn’t even have time to quicken. High arousal seized her as if she’d bathed in battery acid, burning through her. Her knees, her entire body, turned to putty. Wetness flooded her vagina, dampened her panties.
When he finally released her, she slid down the wall, landing in a puddle at his feet. “Wha … Wha …. What—happened?”
Reaching down, he lifted her to her feet. “I did not do this correctly?”
Marina blinked at him. “Wha’?”
He lifted her limp arms and draped them around his neck.
She locked her fingers together and hung limply against his chest.
He smiled, apparently satisfied. Lifting his hand, he caressed her cheek tenderly. “You are my sun, my moon. Without you … only darkness. I love you, little one.”
Slowly, her senses returned to normal—or almost normal. She couldn’t seem to get beyond the fact that Nico had almost short circuited her brain with that kiss. Who’d have thought he could kiss like that? With an effort, Marina locked her knees, released her grip on his neck, and pulled away from him. Her legs were still quivering with weakness—her vagina was still palpating with need, but she thought she could stand upright—as long as she was leaning against the wall. “My God! What have you been watching?”
He frowned, his face eloquent of deep disappointment. “I did not make you burn with need for my touch?”