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  “You do not have pubic hair.”

  “I had it permanently removed when I hit adulthood after I got tired of having to shave it off. I also had the hair that grew under my arms removed so it doesn’t grow back. Can I get dressed now?”

  “Turn around.”

  With dread and embarrassment, she turned around to present her ass for his inspection. She was tense, feeling vulnerable and exposed. She turned her head, looking over her shoulder at him, to watch as he carefully examined every inch of her with his unblinking gaze. Their eyes met when he looked up.

  “Lie on my bed and expose yourself to me.”

  Chapter Three

  Mira’s mouth dropped open again instantly, knowing what he was implying, but decided to play dumb. Maybe she was wrong and he didn’t mean he wanted to see more of her.

  “You’re seeing me exposed.”

  “Do it now. I can tell by your accelerated heart rate and increased breathing patterns that you know exactly what I want. Lie flat on my bed on your back and expose your vagina to me.”

  She spun around to gape at him. “Why? That’s just not…proper.”

  He actually smiled at her, his dark blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’m a cyborg. What would I know about manners? Are you going to do it or do I have to restrain you to position you on the bed the way I want to see you?”

  She had to think about that one a few seconds, finally shaking her head. “I won’t do it. I’m not some show-and-tell for your curiosity about female human anatomy.”

  He moved so fast Mira didn’t even have time to gasp. She was shoved onto his bed as the man came down on her. He grabbed her flailing arms, restraining them as his weight pinned her legs. His face was inches above her.

  “You can’t win in a physical contest, Mirasia Carver.”

  “Stop calling me that.”

  “You said it was your name.”

  “It is, but I don’t call you Flint Cyborg.”

  “What are you called?”

  “If you get off me, I’ll tell you.” She figured it was worth a shot since he seemed all about curiosity.

  “You’ll tell me anything I want to know. Stay still and don’t move at all or I promise you that you will not like my teaching techniques for you to learn to obey me.”

  That didn’t sound good. Mira experienced a little fear as she stared into his serious eyes.

  “You’ll hurt me?”

  “I’ll train you. You belong to me now that I took you off the shuttle. On Earth cyborgs were properties of humans and you aren’t on Earth anymore, Mirasia Carver. You are now mine. You will follow my orders or I will train you to do as I tell you. I would not enjoy enforcing any form of punishment on you but I would mete it out. Do you understand?”

  She nodded, feeling fear. “Yes.”

  He released her wrists and pushed off her, getting off the bed to face away as he stood. He paused and she saw him bend at his waist. She stared at the man’s ass, encased in his black leather pants—pants that molded his body like a second skin. He had a nice ass and muscular thighs. She shut her eyes, not wanting to stare. She heard something thump on the floor that caused her eyes fly back open. She watched him walk over to the storage wall and that’s when she saw that he’d removed his boots and socks since he was barefoot now.

  He removed something from one of the drawers and turned, holding two belts in his fisted hand. Fear flooded her instantly.

  “I’ll do whatever you want. Pleases don’t whip me.”

  He stopped, his eyes darted to the two belts in his hand and then narrowed and fixed on her as he nodded at her. “Good. Then do as you are told.”

  He sat on the bed. Flint’s mattress was longer and wider than standard but then cyborgs were big males. He probably took up most of the bed when he was lying flat.

  “Raise your arms, grip the metal bars, and hold still. Do not move.”

  She hesitated before lifting her arms, doing what he said, not wanting to be whipped. She wondered if that’s what had been done to them in the old days on Earth when they were punished and if that’s where he’d learned that barbaric method of training someone to do as they were told.

  She was frightened as he used the thin belts to fasten her wrists to his headboard, binding each firmly but making sure they didn’t tighten painfully around her skin. When he was done he inched down the bed to study her body.

  “Now lift your legs and spread your thighs wide so I may examine you.” His voice was husky.

  It shocked her a little that his aloof tone of voice was gone. Mira’s gaze flew to his face but he refused to meet her eyes, instead watching her legs, waiting for her to comply. She shut her eyes and did as she was told, lifting her knees up and spreading her thighs. When she brushed the cyborg’s body with her foot her eyes opened. She watched him scoot over on the bed to sit between her feet. His full attention locked on her pussy.

  She was breathing fast, a little afraid, and a lot embarrassed as the cyborg removed his remaining glove. She wondered if he was going to hurt her. She’d gotten plenty of physical exams in her life by doctors but she tensed when she saw him slowly reach for her.

  “Please,” she gasped.

  The cyborg froze as he looked up at her. “Please what?”

  “Don’t hurt me.” She nervously chewed her lower lip for a few seconds, staring into his beautiful eyes. “Women are very sensitive in that area and you could hurt me really easily, Flint.”

  She saw his lips twitch, amusement flicked in his eyes. “I won’t hurt you.”

  “This is amusing to you?” Anger overrode her embarrassment. “I’m in hell and you’re enjoying this?”

  His smile died. “I am sorry you think this is hell.”

  “I’m tied down naked on your bed and you’re treating me like I’m some kind of specimen instead of a person with feelings and modesty. I’m frightened because I don’t know what you are going to do to me. An hour ago I was just on my way home from a job and now my entire life is gone. You threatened me with punishment and I don’t even know what that entails. I…do you feel fear? I do. Do you feel compassion? Pity? Anything? How would you feel right now if you were in my position and someone you didn’t know was about to do God knows what to your penis?”

  Flint stared at her. She saw something flicker in his eyes but she couldn’t identify what emotion it was because he was hard to read. Did cyborgs have emotions? She had thought so from observing the cyborgs’ interaction on the shuttle. They’d had a sense of humor and they’d laughed. If Flint and his men could feel amusement they had to feel other things. She knew they could feel anger since she’d seen that in the control room when her shuttle had blown up. She stared back at Flint.

  He took a deep breath. “I will not hurt you as long as you do what I say. I have no intention of causing you pain or harming you in any way. I promise you this. Don’t fight me.”

  “Like I could.”

  He stepped back. She saw him reach for the front of his shirt and stared in open-mouthed shock, unable to look away as he removed it. The man was as muscular as hell, not showing an ounce of fat. His arms and chest were thick and well-defined muscles ran down his stomach. He had designs tattooed in black over both shoulders that disappeared out of sight toward his back. They were thick markings and like nothing she’d ever seen before, like strange writing, but it was a language she didn’t know. The design started just under his collarbone and rose up over the top curve of his shoulders. The black markings looked beautiful on his gray-toned skin.

  He eyed his markings and looked back at her. “I thought you might be curious about me.”

  “What do your tattoos mean?”

  He glanced at the markings again. His finger rose as he traced a wiggly pattern before his gaze returned to her. “We created our own written language. These represent my name and who I am.”

  He tossed the shirt toward the floor before getting to his feet, reaching for the front of his pants and slowly open