Bionic Passion
Bionic Evolution Series Book 1
by LC Owen
Genre: SciFi Romance
Avery King is the most eligible bachelor in District M. His brilliant scientific discovery using stem cells and bionic technology has revolutionized the new world with state-of-the-art human robot hybrids, cleverly referred to as bionic humanoids. The bionic humanoids have taken all the jobs, making the rich richer and the poor poorer. Even though Avery is set for life financially, his biggest regret is creating a technology that ruined human lives. As the political heat is turned up the districts, the heat the bedroom is twice as nice. Everything changes for Avery when he meets a unique bionic at The Bionic Dolls brothel downtown. When Avery finds that he cannot get over his fascination for a bionic humanoid named Amelia, he will stop at nothing to save her from a life of servitude as a common robot sex worker. Will Avery be able to save Amelia, or will the goons at the bionic research facility get to her first? This sizzling series will have you at the edge of your seat wanting more. Dive into a post-apocalyptic future where the lines between what it is to be a human or a simple program, are more blurred than ever!
This a steamy sci-fi robot romance with adult situations and sexuality. 18+
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Bionic Evolution Series Book 3
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Bionic Evolution Series Book 4
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Bionic Evolution Series Book 5
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Bionic Passion Excerpts
***
“Do
you want your blowjob now?” she asked, gazing at him with a seductive stare.
As
Amelia knelt beside the bed, Tom extended his hand to her, pulling her toward
him.
“Only
if you want to, doll,” he said.
Amelia's
eyes gave Tom a questioning blink. What did he mean 'want to?' She wasn't sure if it was her place to
express desires. She wasn't really
human, after all. Amelia laid down next
to him, still blinking her large brown eyes.
He gave her silky hair a gentle stroke, kissing her forehead.
“I
want you to want to, Amelia,” he whispered.
She
still didn't really understand. It was
her job to service the men of District M, giving in to their every desire.
“But...”
she started.
Tom
placed his finger to her full lips, holding her close to his chest.
“Why
don't we just hold each other like this,” he said.
Amelia
was confused, but did as Tom said, simply resting on his chest while he stroked
her hair. It was an odd sensation on her
skin to simply be held, but something about it was amazingly comforting. She loved the way her skin felt on his,
without the implication of sexual gratification.
“Amelia,”
he started.
“Yes
Tom?”
“What's
your favorite color?”
“My
favorite color? Gosh, I don't know. I've never really thought about it.”
“Come
on, surely you have a favorite color.”
“Chartreuse,
a yellow-green which originated from a French liquor.”
“No,
don't give me your robot, search engine answer.
I want to know what color you like.”
Amelia
gave it some serious thought. She didn't want to displease him with another
incorrect response. Steven hated it when
clients complained. He’d threatened to
wipe her memory before, and she hoped he wouldn't follow through. A memory flashed in her mind when one of the
other dolls was dancing on stage, wearing a flashy dress with pink sequin. When it caught her eye, Amelia remembered
wishing she had a dress like that.
“I
love pink when it sparkles!” she said with a smile, sitting up to face
Tom. Her eyes grew wide with excitement.
“I also love hair ribbons, and sunshine, and flowers, and...”
Tom
squeezed her hands. “Go on. It's okay.”
“And...Sometimes,
when I know I'm about to close my eyes, I'm worried I'll never wake-up again,
or Steven will take away my memories. I
just want to stand in the middle of the town and play in the fountains by the
skyscrapers.”
Amelia
clasped her hands over her mouth, realizing she let out a bit too many
words. “Oh dear. I've said too much. Promise you won't tell Steven.”
“Oh,
sweet Amelia,” Tom said, running his fingers through her hair. “You just want to be free, don't you?”
Amelia
thought for a while. She did just want
to be free, but she could never, ever admit that. “No, of course not. I love the dolls and my home.”
“Nobody
said you didn't love those things, but everyone deserves to be happy. Even you.”
“Even
me? But I'm not...”
“What? Human?”
“Yes...I'm
not human. I'm not allowed to think
anything other than what my programming tells me to. Right?”
“I
don't care what Steven, or anyone else says.
You're real to me.”
Her
heart was bursting with excitement.
Nobody ever validated her like that before, and it felt good to hear it
from the lips of someone who cared. Tom
got out of bed, pulling his pants up.
“Come
on, let's go,” he said.
“Let's
go?”
“Yea,
let's go.”
“Where
are we going?”
“To
the fountains by the skyscrapers.”
“Oh
Tom! Really?!”
“Really,”
he smiled.
Amelia
beamed once Tom's car rolled into the city where the tall buildings stretched
into the sky. The people bustled about
on the busy sidewalks, shopping and carrying on. There were shops with bionic humanoids,
busily fixing the window displays. There
were children riding on their hoverboards.
It was all very exciting to Amelia who rarely got to see much outside of
the Bionic Doll building, or a man's bedroom.
Tom tossed his keys to a bionic valet as he escorted Amelia to the
fountains in between the skyscrapers.
Water would come shooting from the ground periodically in different
places from a spout in the concrete.
Children waited eagerly for the next bit of water to come shooting from
the ground. Tom took her by the hand,
leading her to the middle of the spouts.
“Are
you ready?” he asked her.
“Yes!”
Water
came shooting up in between them, showering them with droplets. Amelia squealed, taking Tom's hand and
continuing to frolic about as the water shot up randomly from different spouts. Her dress flowed all around as she spun,
allowing the water to drench her dark hair.
Tom took each of her hands in his, spinning her around on her feet. She wrapped her arms around him, giving him
the embrace of gratitude.
“Thank
you. This is the best day ever,” she
whispered.
Tom
held her close, wrapping his hands around her waist. He lowered
his hand into the pocket of her dress, placing something thick and heavy
inside.
“Take
this. It'll get you through at least
until you can figure something out.
There's a man on the other side of town.
His name is Avery King. He can
help you.”
“Avery
King?” she asked, adjusting the silver bracelet.
“Don't
let anyone see your tattoo. They don't
need to know you're a bionic. Just go be
free.”
“Be
free?”
“Go
Amelia. Before Steven finds you. Just go,” he pleaded. “I put enough credits in your pocket to last
you months.”
Amelia
wasn't sure what to say or do. She was
so grateful that Tom took her to the fountains, but she wasn't quite expecting
him to help her run away. As the water
shot-up between them, Tom ran in the other direction.
“Wait!
Tom! Please!” she pleaded.
“Avery
King!” he said again, disappearing into the crowd.
“Avery
King,” Amelia said to herself, grasping the credits in her pocket.
***
Avery's mind raced with
thoughts. He couldn't fathom what he had
just done. Having sex with a bionic
humanoid was the last thing he ever thought he'd do when coming to visit
Steven, yet here he was talking to the doll as if she were real. He was drawn
in by the scent of her skin and sexy curves, but this was beyond sexual
attraction. There was something so
pleasant in her eyes. She was warm in
demeanor, charming in disposition, and flawless in complexion. When she stared at him with her chocolate
brown eyes, his heart melted. How had
he been so easily seduced by this robot when he'd resisted the advances of so
many other women over the years? He was
perplexed, yet oddly satisfied by her company.
Amelia
swaggered over to the lingerie that was strewn about the floor. She lowered the robe from her body, exposing
her hourglass figure. Pulling the
panties up her thighs and over her ass, Avery noticed a brown dot on the small
of her back. It was just about the same
size as a ladybug.
“Wait
Amelia,” he said.
She
turned around, giving him a questioning glance.
“Do you want to go again?”
“No...I
mean, yes...I mean, not right now. Just
come here for a second.”
“Okay,”
she said, covering her breasts with her hands.
Avery
pulled her by the hips, turning her around and swiping his finger over the
brown dot on her back.
“You
have a mole or a birthmark or something,” he said.
“You
don't like it?”
“No,
I like it just fine. It's just that
bionic humanoids don't have moles or birthmarks.”
“I
know. I was thinking the same
thing. I didn't know what it was to be
honest,” she laughed.
“It's
odd. Birthmarks are a human trait,” he
said, still moving his finger over it.
“Can
we just forget I'm a bionic for a second?”
Avery
straightened up on the couch, tapping on the box Phoebe gave him. He hoped that Steven would walk through the
door soon, saving him from this awkward conversation. He couldn't forget that Amelia was
bionic. How could he? Worse, he
just slept with her after he swore he would never do such a thing. Suddenly Phoebe's notion that the bionics
were just like everyone else rang in his head, which made the fact that he
discovered how to create them even more concerning.
“Whatever
you want,” he responded, shrugging his shoulders.
Amelia
adjusted the bustier back over her breasts, running her fingers through her own
hair. She sat back down next to Avery
inhaling the scent of the air around him.
“What
are you doing?” he asked.
“I'm
just making a memory,” she shrugged.
“What
do you mean?”
“I
just want to remember everything. The
way you look. The way you smell. The way you sit and tap your fingers on that
box. Everything.”
Amelia
had a soft smile and warm glow about her that made Avery feel a bit weak in her
presence. No woman had ever complimented
him in such a way. Maybe her life was a
bit more valuable than he gave her credit for.
They sat in silence for a moment, exchanging smiles and subtle glances
of longing before there was a knock on
the door.
***
“Eureka!” he said.
He
peeled the mask from his head, setting it to the side, then jumped inside the
pink goop. His arms and legs slowed in
the gel atmosphere. He held his breath
as he sank, trying to pull her from the trenches of no return. He pulled her heavy arms toward him, but
Amelia's body made little movement in the goop. He pulled a bit harder, kicking his legs to
propel them to the top. Taking her
around the chest, he held her in his strong arms. Finally, they made it to the top where Avery
took in a big gasp for air. Their hair
wet and matted to their heads, they gave each an intense gaze. Amelia remembered how to use her lungs,
taking in a heap of fresh air. The pair
of them sat on the top of the stairs, out of breath from the exchange.
“Avery,
you came back for me,” she said.
His
hand gave her cheek a gentle cradle, pulling her eyes to catch his. Although they were both covered in a slimy
goop, the attraction was palpable. He
leaned in, giving her a gentle kiss. He
pulled her back, seeing that she was naked.
His body reacted to her round hips and large breasts, but knew he couldn't think of that now.
“We
have to get you out of here,” he said.
Amelia nodded.
They
stood up, hand-in-hand as he led her down the staircase. Once at the bottom, she wrapped her arms
around his neck. His hands slipping
around her waist, he indulged in the feel of soft skin beneath the sliding
goop. Her face angled toward his earlobe,
she let her breath graze his skin.
“Thank
you,” she whispered.
“I
know where we can find some showers.
Let's go,” he said, pulling her out of the room.
Amelia's
reluctant feet stepped on the cold tile,but she was overcome with a bad
feeling.
“I
have to go back, Avery.”
“What? Go back? Why?”
“They
said you'd be in a lot of trouble for stealing me. Maybe I am just a dumb robot. I don't want anything bad to happen to
you,” she cried, a small tear escaping
down her cheek.
Astonished,
Avery took his finger to wipe it away, then observed it.
“You
can cry?”
“I
guess so,” she shrugged.
“Come
on. I've come too far to turn around and
leave you here.”
“But
where will we go? What will we do?
They'll come after you, Ave,”
His
heart fluttered when she called him that.
Only his close friends and family every called him that, and Amelia just
knew to say it instinctively. He
squeezed her hand, then pulled it up to his lips to kiss it.
***
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