Protected by the HERO (23 page)

“I’m going to make us something,” I said grinning, and then I climbed out of the tub.

I wrapped myself in a warm fluffy robe, stepped into a pair of slippers, and headed to the kitchen. What to make, what to make? I wasn’t much of a chef, Ben was the cook in this relationship and a great cook at that! But tonight, I was cooking. I pulled out a frying pan and turned on the stove. Then I got out a spatula, butter, cheese and bread. Ten minutes later, grilled cheese sandwiches were served. Ben laughed when he saw what I had made.

“You are wonderful!” he exclaimed, taking a bite of his sandwich. “This is exquisite. The best grilled cheese that I’ve had in a long time.”

              “Thank you baby! It’s an old family tradition.” Ben chuckled.

We ate the grilled cheese sandwiches in front of the fireplace along with glasses of wine while wearing our robes. Ben seemed to be thinking about something as he stared into the fire.

“What’s on your mind?” I asked.  He looked at me thoughtfully.

“Did you have sex with Jeremy in the pool?” he asked.

“No. He tried to. But I only let him eat me out,” I admitted. Ben smiled, relief washing over him. “Did you not want me to have sex with him?”

“I left the choice up to you,” he said.

“But you were hoping that I would choose not to.”

“Yes.” I put down my sandwich, licked my fingers and grabbed Ben’s face so that he was facing mine.

“I don’t want anyone but you Benjamin Blest. I would never have slept with him without you,” I told him. Then I kissed him. Then I picked up the rest of my sandwich and finished eating it.

“I’m tired,” Ben said. I finished the rest of my sandwich and we left the plates on the floor, heading to the bedroom hand in hand.

“If we have a girl, can we name her Linda?” I asked.

“Whatever you want,” Ben said. We crawled into bed.

“Maybe we should get a dog first. Baby steps,” I suggested. Ben laughed and this time he laughed long and hard, tears falling from his eyes. He lay back on the pillows.

“Whatever you want baby. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy,” he told me. I lay on his chest.

“Ok, then a dog it is,” I said. Ben had already fallen asleep, a smile on his face.

*****

Ménage

The next day, I woke up bright and early. It was a new day with new opportunities. When Ben got up, we got dressed and went out for breakfast. I ordered over-easy eggs, French toast, bacon and a mimosa. Ben ordered an omelet, Belgian waffles, sausages, and a mimosa. I loved mimosas, especially with breakfast.

“So what do you have planned for today?” Ben asked me as he took a bite of his omelet.

“The question is, what do I have planned for us today,” I corrected him with a smile, taking a sip of my mimosa.

“And the answer to that question would be?” he asked.

“We’re going to go pick up our baby girl!” I exclaimed, smiling big. Ben looked confused. “Today, we become parents.”

“What are you talking about Mya?” Ben asked. Instead of laughing, I just rubbed my hands together and laughed maniacally.

We had ridden in Ben’s Bentley so after breakfast, I asked if I could drive. Ben complied without a second thought. I drove us straight to an adoption center. Pet adoption that is!

“We’re going to adopt a puppy!” I announced, clapping my hands together. Ben laughed.

“You make me laugh,” he said, slipping his hand into mine.

“I love nothing more than making you laugh,” I told him, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek. We entered the adoption center, where a young blonde woman was behind the counter. She paid me no mind, only looking at Ben with these groupie eyes that made me want to claw her eyes out of their sockets, but instead I kept it composed and classy.

“How may I help you today?” she asked Ben with the biggest goofiest smile that could most definitely get her slapped.

“We are interested in adopting a dog,” I told her with my sweetest fakest smile. Her smile faltered ever so slightly, but she kept it together.

“If you follow me, I’ll show you to our dogs,” she said before leading us to the back. In the back, there were all types of animals. Dogs, cats, birds, ferrets, and I wanted them all! They were all so cute! The blonde led us to where the dogs were and I took the leisure to peruse the cages. She thought that she was going to stand and chat with Ben but he walked away from her to follow me. I didn’t even try to hide my grin.

“So what kind are you looking for?” Ben asked me.

“A small, cute, fluffy one,” I explained. There were plenty that fit this description, but I knew that I would know the one when I saw it. And I did. It was a cute fluffy, Pomeranian that ran straight to the door of its cage to see me and I just knew. “This is the one,” I announced. The blonde opened the cage and attached a leash to the dog’s collar.

“Her name is Polly,” she told us as she led us back to the front.

“Not anymore it isn’t,” I muttered. We went to stand on the other side of the counter where I was able to play with the dog whose name once was Polly. I filled out the adoption paperwork and when it was time to write down her name, I wrote ‘Ménage.’ Disapproval flashed across the blonde’s face. Ben laughed.

“Ménage?” she asked.

“That’s right. Bye now!” I said with a little wave, leading my dog and my husband outside. We got in the car, Ben driving this time. Ménage sat in my lap and I played with her throughout the ride.

“Ménage?” Ben asked.

“A little reminder of this chapter of our lives,” I stated with a smile.

“Ah,” Ben said nodding.

“I’m going to order clothes for her online,” I told him. Then I had a fabulous idea. “Oh, my god! Let’s have a photo shoot!” Ben rolled his eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I said grinning. Ménage barked. When I got home, Ben went and got his camera. When he returned, he began snapping away pictures of me and Ménage interacting. After a while, I headed upstairs to the bedroom and lay on the bed with Ménage. She curled up beside me while I stroked her soft fur.

Ben took a few more pictures, then put down his camera on the bedside table and climbed onto the bed. He grabbed my arm and tried to pull me to him, but Ménage started growling. I giggled.

“Already territorial,” Ben pointed out, shaking his head.

“She knows who her mom is,” I said and kissed the little dog on top of her little head. When Ménage was asleep, I crawled over to Ben and lay in his arms. He kissed me on the forehead and then on the cheek and finally on the lips. Ben reached under my shirt, over my soft belly and under my bra to grab a handful of one of my breasts. He squeezed as he kissed me, kissing on my neck. I stuck my hand under his shirt, caressing his defined abs. His skin was soft and smooth under my fingertips. I pulled off my shirt and unsnapped my bra, causing my breasts to bounce. Ben pulled off his shirt and stood up to take off his jeans. There was a tent in his boxers. I pulled off my pants and panties and lay back on the bed. Ben took off his boxers and stood over me, his weapon pointing straight at me. We hadn’t done missionary in a while and I wanted him on top of me.

Ben slid inside me while kissing me, my arms wrapped around his neck. He stroked slowly between my legs and licked my neck. Then he grabbed my breasts and pushed them up, sucking on one nipple and then on the other. I let my hands explore his strong back, loving how the muscles felt under his smooth skin. Then I slid my hands down, grabbing his firm butt cheeks. I slid a hand between them, close to the hole, but didn’t touch it. I didn’t want to throw him off. When he didn’t react, I did it again, this time grazing his butthole with his finger. He clenched his cheeks slightly, but kept the rhythm as he stroked. He pulled out and flipped me over, lying me flat on my stomach as he pinned my arms down with one hand. I stuck my bottom up ever so slightly with the side of my face pressed against the bed. With his free hand, Ben guided his dick back inside me, thrusting deep while I moaned.

Ben let go of my hands and gripped my soft ass cheeks, thrusting in and out. I raised up a little more so that I could throw my ass back, but kept my torso on the bed. Ben slapped my ass until I cried out and I looked back at him, making it wiggle. Ben thrust faster and harder, going deeper as he caressed my clit with his fingers. His other hand grabbed my hair and pulled, making me arch deeper as he fucked me. Ben reached over and licked my ear, knowing that drove me crazy making me fuck him back wilder and wetter. I pushed myself up onto my knees, bouncing my ass on him until it made a clapping sound. I forced him back, but then he cried out and jumped out of me and off of the bed. I sat back, looking confused and bewildered.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, but Ben wasn’t looking at me, he was pointing and looking at Ménage.

“That dog just licked my ass!” he exclaimed. I burst into laughter.

“Come back to bed baby and finish what you started,” I coaxed seductively, lying back with my legs opened wide. Ben shook his head and crossed his arms.

“Not until that dog is out of our room,” Ben demanded. I sucked my teeth, but shoed Ménage off of the bed. She jumped off and ran out of the room and Ben closed the door behind her. I rubbed his back.

“Ménage just wanted a ménage,” I couldn’t help myself and I got caught in another fit of laughing. Ben didn’t find it very funny. He stood back up.

“I’ve got a lot of work to do,” he said. I looked between his legs. He didn’t look ready to go to work. I stood up too, slowly walking towards him.

“We’ve got business to finish in here first,” I told him as I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. He grabbed me around the ass and lifted me up as I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. Ben slipped his dick back inside me and while holding my ass, bounced me up and down. I moaned loudly, tossing my head back as he licked up my neck to my chin. I bounced back, grinding back and forth on him. He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard, thrusting harder. I was about to come. I closed my eyes, moaning and riding while Ben thrusted inside of me and sucked on my neck. I came, hard and loud, tensing up and squirming as he fucked me faster. Now, it was his turn. With a mighty roar, Ben came deep inside me. We came together while Ménage scratched and cried from the other side of the door. Ben carried me to the bed and we lay down. We fell asleep with our legs tangled together.

Ménage eventually stopped barking and probably ran off somewhere in the house to pee. I was too tired to care. I lay in my lovers arms without a care in the world. My ear to his chest, I could hear his heartbeat as it slowed down, finding its pace. I watched the rise and fall of his chest and he breathed deep, letting me know that he was already asleep. I snuggled up close to him and finally fell asleep myself. 

THE END

Bonus Story 6 of 20

As she sprinted across the sidewalk, dodging people expertly along the way, her feet pounded on the pavement soundlessly, thanks to the "silent boots" her long-time friend Stan had invented. He was in his forties now, ten years older than her and a loyal member of the Last American Renegades. He was in hiding. She didn't know where he was, nor had any idea how he was sending her all the stuff.

Her long black hair flew around her shoulders as she ran as fast as she could, zipping into alleys that she had long memorized and leaping from roof to roof with the use of her makeshift electronic wings. She had picked up the wings a few months ago from the government warehouse she'd broken into, which had wreaked havoc and stirred ire among the officials of the New Government.

Her name, Micah Morgan, had immediately been splashed across physical and virtual bulletins alike. The media had feasted on her photos and background before she and her family had joined the remaining group of renegades that still fought against the new rule.

She hadn't cowered in fright like her mom had when the group had been exposed. She hadn't gone into hiding like her dad and their friend Stan. She hadn't burst into uncontrollable fury and lashed out at the government and their cyborg police force as her younger brother had done before.

Micah had been the most intelligent, patient, and calm among her family members. As she had been growing up, she'd developed a strong body, impressive stamina, fighting skills, and a sharp mind. She had quiet strength and a sort of eerie stillness that made people admire and follow her. Her amazing abilities and unique ideas had also made her popular within the group. It hadn’t been a surprise when she had eventually been elected Renegade Leader.

The Metropolis was currently teeming with locals, young and old, all smiling and getting along nicely. Some were traveling in electric cars on winding roads that all intertwined into a well-organized traffic system. There were streets crisscrossing in between buildings and also pathways that seemed to float in the sky. Meanwhile, other folks were heading to their destinations on hover boards, moving swiftly in mid-air. It was a picture-perfect urban community situated within an ultra-modern city with stylish glass and steel skyscrapers. It all seemed so beautiful on the surface. But she knew better.

Dashing in and out of buildings, jumping over fences and climbing walls like Spiderman's futuristic female counterpart, which she was actually known for, she was finally able to lose the cyborg soldiers who had been hot on her trail. They were probably already calculating her moves and analyzing the city map, utilizing the computer chips that had been installed into their brains. Apart from the unusual strength they possessed because of their metal body parts, some of them also had built-in heat trackers to detect human and animal life moving within their 3-meter radius.

But she was well-prepared for all of their tactics. Clothed in completely black technologically advanced gear that let her move about with great ease and flexibility, the material had also been designed to cover up her natural body heat and deflect her movements to cause confusion. It was something she and Stan had come up with long ago.

Micah stood still on the third floor of a mid-sized tower, her feet planted on the thin ledge outside a huge window, her arms outstretched for added balance and also to allow her to grip the edges of the window frame. Her bright green eyes were wide and alert. She was trying to catch her breath after the chase, already planning her next move. She couldn't let these cyborgs find her and stop her from fulfilling her mission- expose the evil plans of the New Government and bring down the manipulative and abusive officials. She wanted to destroy the entire system, but she would only be able to accomplish it if she could gather enough evidence against them.

She didn’t feel any fear at all- no fear of the government and the cyborgs, not even fear for her own life. But if there's one thing that truly terrified her, it was to completely lose the people she loved. She couldn't bear the thought of seeing them lose their humanity and become robots of the vicious rulers. She just couldn't let it happen without putting up a fight, even if she was all on her own. She couldn't let them win that easily, and if it meant risking her own life, so be it.

A few minutes passed. Her arms and legs felt as heavy as lead. Her muscles were tense from being stuck in the same position for a long time. But she was used to the pain, so it didn't bother her much.

After a while, she slowly edged toward one side of the ledge, very well aware that one wrong move could send her toppling down the side of the building and breaking all her bones upon hitting the busy street below. Then she activated her electronic wings with one click, making the improvised metal pieces spread out and start whirring with life. She took a deep breath and jumped forward into the air.

Micah began flying upward with the help of the wings. But then, she was halted by an invisible force. She could not move further. She was stuck in mid-air.

"What's happening?" she wondered aloud. And upon turning around, she noticed the almost invisible string that had wrapped around the huge metal wings. She was being pulled down quickly.

"Damn," she muttered, as she spotted the tall, bulky cyborg in navy blue uniform waiting for her below. She didn't panic, but calmly let herself get pulled down. When she was safely near the ground she detached herself from the wings and dropped down on her feet, running at once after landing.

She flung the wings over her shoulders at the cyborg as she took off. He was fast though, ducking and evading the wings that could have knocked him down.

She was back on the run, just as she'd become accustomed to over the past years. But for the very first time, she was not able to get away. His strong arms grabbed her shoulders and yanked her back before she could get away. His hands slid down to her wrists, violently rammed them together and snapped a pair of handcuffs on her. "Micah Morgan, you are under arrest."

*****

Micah's emerald green eyes fluttered open. In an instant, she remembered everything that had happened. She'd blocked out after getting caught and hit by a member of the cyborg police.

Her eyes roamed around the tiny room filled with thick, white padding. There were no windows and no furniture. She found herself lying on the similarly padded floor with nothing but a white blanket covering her body.

Micah quickly sat up, realizing with shock that she was completely naked. All her weapons had been stripped away. "Damn that cyborg," she muttered. "And he had the nerve to undress me!" The thought made her blood boil and she couldn't wait to face him and give him a piece of her mind.

Despite her situation, she was able to calm herself. She looked around without any desperation, forcing her negative emotions away in order to clear her mind and think of ways on how she would escape.

A thorough scan of the room told her the room was secure. But she had never been one to give up easily. She walked around the space slowly, running her hands across the walls and the floor. She touched and groped everything she could reach, looking for some way out. There wasn't even a door, except a locked opening on the high ceiling which would be impossible to reach without any of her or Stan's gadgets.

She was pacing back and forth, the white blanket wrapped and tied around her body, when a creaking noise made her stop and look up. The locked opening began sliding open. The gap soon revealed the face of the cyborg who had captured her. She was not surprised to find that he was very good-looking, with strong features, light brown hair in a military haircut, full red lips, and intense dark brown eyes.

Many of the cyborgs she'd encountered before were handsome, muscular, and alluring just like this one.  She was only interested in one thing, and that was to destroy the New Government and help give back the freedom and natural humanity of people.

"I see you're awake," the cyborg called down to her, his face expressionless. "Want something to eat?"

Micah did not want to eat. She only wanted to punch him in the face and get out of there. But of course, she knew that if he brought her food, she just might have a better chance to escape. She silently nodded her head then sat down and waited patiently.

He was back in five minutes. But to her dismay, he used a special device to send down a bowl of porridge. The device looked like a metal tray attached to a long pole.

As he was sending the food down, she reacted quickly and jumped up and jerked on the pole violently. Swinging her body up sideways, she kicked against the wall to hoist her body up higher. At the same time, the sudden strong jerk had surprised the cyborg and caused him to lose his balance.

He plummeted down through the opening, missing her by an inch. But he was quick too, throwing his arms upward and grabbing the pole to keep from falling to the ground. He reached up and tugged at Micah's foot hard. She tried to kick him free but his grip was too firm.

"Let. Me. Go!" Micah shouted resolutely, kicking hard with both feet as she struggled to keep holding on to the shaky pole.

After a minute of struggling, she was able to boot him against his forehead. He yelled, but did not let go. Instead, it motivated him to pull himself up after her, putting all of his strength in his grip of her foot. The weight of his body forced her down hard, causing her to tumble down. She grabbed his neck and brought him down with her.

They landed with a thump on the padded floor, with the cyborg landing on top of Micah's slightly naked body. The blanket wrapped around her had loosened and was barely covering the top part of her body.

She didn't care. She was very much alert, and the slight flicker of his eyes onto her almost exposed breasts, did not escape her attention. Now she knew one of his weaknesses, and was going to do her best to use it against him.

For the moment, she simply wanted to tease him. Quickly she arched her back, crying out in pain pretentiously. Her breasts rose up and pressed against his chest. His eyes shot wide open, making him push himself away from her awkwardly and get onto his feet hurriedly.

He quickly regained his composure, standing tall and glaring at her. "I see you are what they say you are," he said with bitterness.

"And what is that?" she wanted to know, one side of her lips turning up in a semi-smirk. She was still in a lying position, the luscious flesh of the top of her breasts very well exposed. Her long, firmly shaped legs were also out in the open.

He turned away, ignoring her question. She could take him down then, but both of them knew that they still needed each other to be able to leave that room. "Get dressed," he barked with his back to her.

"With this blanket?" she asked in an unbelieving tone. "Go get me my clothes."

"No."

"Well, why don't you turn around?" she demanded. "Don't even pretend to be a gentleman now because you’ve already seen my body."

"I was not the one who undressed you," he answered quietly, his breathing becoming steadier. "It was my sister, Shelley. She's probably on her way here now to bring you something to wear."

Micah didn’t say anything. She was quite impressed that this cyborg seemed to be different from the others she'd encountered who were more brash, ill-mannered, and sometimes quite disrespectful of women. But at the moment, she was more interested in the new piece of information.
He's working with his sister.
She found that odd.
Maybe she's part of the cyborg police force too? Or perhaps they wanted the glory and honor of being the ones to bring her in defenseless.

She got to her feet, rewrapping the white sheet around her body and tying it tightly in a knot. With her cascading black hair, sparkling green eyes, almond shaped face, and succulent pinkish lips that many men desired, she should have been a model or movie star instead of a Renegade Leader.

"Is she a cyborg too?" Micah asked him directly, placing herself in front of him once she looked decent enough.

His eyes did not even flicker downward. He looked into her green eyes with suspicion. "None of your business," he said curtly. "Why don't you just eat!" He motioned to the porridge that now lay in a mess on the tray.

"That's disgusting," Micah said. "Look. Listen to me. If you and I work together, we can climb out of here fast."

He almost laughed in her face. "I'm not stupid enough to fall for that."

"Have it your way." She shrugged with a smug look before walking toward the other side of the room.

He followed her with his eyes and watched in disbelief as she suddenly whipped out a belt- his belt! In a few seconds, she had latched it onto the long metal rod that hung from above and hoisted herself up. Gripping the rod, she kicked the opposite wall with both feet and forced herself up again to the other wall. She did the same and this time was able to raise toward the hole in the ceiling, throwing both of her legs over the gap and disappearing.

Before the furious cyborg could fully react, she had disappeared. He attempted to follow up but was unsuccessful. Micah disappeared and moments later the blanket dropped down through the hole and landed on the cyborg’s head. To his utter shock, she swiftly pulled up the entire pole too, leaving him trapped in the room.

*****

After a few minutes, Micah was confidently walking across a public park with a big, goofy smile on her face. She felt stupid, but had to put on the act to appear like the rest of the giddy, silly-looking folks around her. These "happy" people were everywhere, getting on her nerves and pushing her even more to finish her mission.