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  Contents

  Cyber Box Set

  Prepared to Please

  Prepared to Please

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Epilogue

  Denial of Service

  Denial of Service

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Programmed for Pleasure

  Programmed for Pleasure

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  About the Author

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  The Cyber Seductions Box Set Books 1-3 (Sci-fi/Futuristic Romance)

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  Reagan Hawk

  The Cyber Seductions Box Set Books 1-3 (Sci-fi/Futuristic Romance) © Copyright 2004-2014 by Reagan Hawk

  First Electronic Printing September 2014, The Raven Books

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  Prepared to Please

  by

  Reagan Hawk

  Prepared to Please

  Book One in the Cyber Seduction Series

  This book was previously published under the author name Mandy M. Roth

  She’s hot, willing and ready do anything to satisfy him at a single command. Captain Roman Parker’s dream woman? Not quite. Because she’s not real. The hologram he’s created to relieve his sexual tensions is a poor substitute for the real Destiny—the woman who makes his blood boil and fire shoot through his loins. Except Destiny doesn’t want him…or so he thinks.

  Lt. Commander Destiny Stewart has had her eye on her superior officer from the moment they met. Not wanting to lose her position aboard the expedition vessel, Destiny sticks with pleasuring herself and enlists the help of a holographic likeness of Captain Parker to really get her juices flowing.

  Technology brings Roman and Destiny a soulless satisfaction—until they discover just how much better the real thing can be.

  WARNING: This short story contains hot, explicit sex told with graphic language, sex with machines, holograms, a drop dead sexy captain and a stubborn as all can be woman.

  Chapter One

  On board the Expedition Vessel Eight, headed toward the Fargonie galaxy…

  “That’s it. Harder, umm, harder.”

  Captain Roman Parker pumped the full length of his cock into the beauty below him. Her pussy was tight, wet and welcoming, as it always was for him. He could lose himself it if he didn’t watch himself. Right now he just wanted to fuck away his desires and the tension and stress mounting on him. He thrust into her harder, taking the pleasure he wanted from the moment. She panted, moaning his name softly in the process.

  Roman could hold off his orgasm no longer. She felt too good. Fit him too perfectly, and he’d fucked her too sweetly to resist. His balls tightened and his seed shot forth.

  She wrapped her long legs around him and moaned in his ear. “That’s it, Roman, give it to me. I want all your come.”

  As the last drop of semen fell from his cock, he withdrew from her. Her bright blue eyes looked up at him with an emptiness he always detested. It was the mark of what she was, or rather, wasn’t.

  Human.

  The holographic representation of the woman who piqued his interest was stunning to behold, but she wasn’t the real deal. She wasn’t the one he truly wanted but rather a representation of her. She felt real enough, thanks to the advances of technology, but she wasn’t truly there.

  She drew in her bottom lip and flashed him a half smile. “Can I suck you off now?” she asked in a husky bedroom voice. The voice, while identical to the actual woman the holograph was molded after, lacked the infliction the human had.

  “Destiny, baby,” he said, speaking to her as if she were real and true, rather than a twisted fantasy fuck he’d created. “You can suck my dick another time. Not tonight.”

  She crossed her arms over her full breasts, causing them to pull together. Pouting, she said, “You never let me suck you enough. I could roll your balls around in my mouth again—you always seem to like that. I didn’t get enough of your semen. It tastes so good.”

  He flinched, remembering he hadn’t programed in a wide variety of ways the computer could refer to his semen. The actual word sounded so clinical, so sterile that it pulled him from the fantasy. Roman sat up on the bed and pushed Destiny’s hand away. “Computer, end holographic program Destiny-211, authorization code Parker 0840.”

  Instantly the lifelike holographic image in his bed disappeared. The computer was able to simulate sex almost perfectly, but it lacked one thing—the real Lieutenant Commander Destiny Stewart. Sure, his dick was at least partially sated, but it still longed for a taste of the real thing. The program he’d created gave him something to fuck whenever he wanted, but she lacked Destiny’s personality. It was nice to have a hot woman begging to blow him but even better to know the real thing wanted him. So far, Lieutenant Commander Destiny Stewart showed no signs of being interested in him.

  A gray side panel slid open and a keyboard ejected. It was small and the keys were backlit with a soft green glow. Roman entered several tweaks, hoping to fix the glitches in the programming—currently the computer’s use of clinical terms, rather than slang. It was a work in progress. One that allowed him to get off while he perfected it.

  He palmed his cock, staring down at it and thinking of Destiny, the real thing, not the hologram. In a nanosecond his cock responded, hardening, wanting to be in her. He should have been satisfied for the remainder of the day. Damn the woman for having the ability to take him from sated to longing with a mere thought. Drawing a deep breath, he worked his hand up and down his shaft a few times, envisioning her there before him. He almost reinitiated the hologram program but held back.

  The intercom beeped and he groaned. Downtime for him was a rarity. It seemed he was always in need by someone or something aboard the vessel. The woes of being the captain a
board the thing and was par for the course with the job and rank, but even so, he lacked much-needed recreation periods. “Parker here.”

  “Sir,” Lieutenant Commander Dirks said. “We’re nearing M83293 and are receiving a transmission from the Expedition Central Admiral, Myers.”

  Roman rubbed his stubble-covered chin and stretched his shoulders, tension already finding its way deep into his muscles. Myers only contacted him when there was a problem. It wasn’t as if their relationship was friendly or chit-chatty by any means. Hardly. Roman grabbed a discarded towel and wrapped it around his waist, unconcerned with showing flesh on the video conference. “Patch me through to Myers and let me know when we reach the planet.”

  “Yes, Captain,” returned the computer.

  The com beeped again and Roman steeled himself to deal with Admiral Myers. They’d butted heads since their first day in the academy fifteen years ago. Roman wasn’t one to give wide birth, even to a higher-ranking officer, which was probably why Myers had made Admiral and Roman was still just a captain. Sure, captain was a great rank but Admiral was better. Also meant Myers had to kiss more ass than Roman.

  Admiral Jonas Myers image appeared on the communication screen. With the lift of one dark brow Jonas said a thousand words, none of which were flattering. Roman resisted the urge to flip the man off.

  “What do you want, Jonas?” he demanded.

  “There’s the man I know and love,” Jonas Myers said sardonically. “So glad you could be bothered to get dressed.”

  “I could let the towel fall to the floor if you’d rather,” he responded.

  Myers rolled his eyes. “You’re not my type, asshole.”

  “Then I’ll say again, what do you want?”

  Myers cleared his throat. “I’ll cut to the chase. You were scheduled to be in the Fargonie galaxy for two months. We need you to stay for five.”

  “Five months!” Outraged, Roman leaned forward, narrowing his gaze on the admiral. It was just like Myers to pull a stunt like this when he was at least twenty light years away. Roman had half a mind to ask one of his hacker buddies to teach Myers a lesson he’d never forget. “My crew has been ship-bound for six months already. They need some R&R planet side. I need some too.”

  “Let them take leave on the next planet, but you are staying in Fargonie an additional three months,” Myers replied matter-of-factly. “A replacement vessel will be sent as soon as we can.”

  “Jonas.” Roman took a deep, calming breath. It was do that or tell the asshole just where to get off. He’d done that in the past and it had gotten him anything but his way. A different tactic was in order. One that would hit the higher-ups where it hurt—their pockets. “Fine, but I want my crew compensated. I don’t need a bunch of them delisting.”

  Jonas laughed mockingly. “Well, with you as their captain it’s a wonder they even stay at all. I’ll authorize a three percent bonus for each crew member who completes the additional three months.”

  “Five percent.”

  Myers’ jaw set. “Four and not a bit more.”

  Roman lifted a brow. He’d have settled for three percent, but the fact that he managed to get four out of the admiral did improve his mood slightly. Not much though. “Deal. Parker out.” He killed the connection, liking that he was first to do so.

  Roman stood slowly, attempting to work the kinks out. The computer-generated Destiny had worn him out. He wasn’t as young as he used to be. “Turn shower on—default settings.”

  The hum of the particle stream running from the other room sounded like music to his ears. His sore body pulled in the direction of relief. He glanced in the full-length mirror. At thirty-three, he still managed to have the body of a twenty-year-old. Exercising in the fitness center every day had a little something to do with it. Knowing Destiny would be there working her tiny ass to perfection had a little something else to do with it.

  Roman ran his hand through his dark hair and cursed at the sights of more white hairs on his temples. That was all he needed, gray hair to offset his gray eyes. Women either loved his eyes or hated them. They weren’t a natural color but he’d ended up with them all the same.

  Shrugging, he entered the bathroom. The feel of the hot particle stream against his skin was pure heaven. A knock on his quarters’ door startled him. “Enter!” he shouted, expecting Dirks to come traipsing in with news of their arrival on the new planet.

  “Captain, Commander Dirks told me I could find you in… Oh, I’m sorry, Sir.”

  Roman’s dick hardened instantly at the sound of Destiny’s sweet voice. Knowing that she now stared at his naked backside and hoping she liked what she saw, he turned slowly. He bit back a smile when he saw her blue eyes widen as her gaze went to his groin. He knew he was impressive. He didn’t need her to confirm that—or did he?

  Her long black hair was down today. That wasn’t her normal way of wearing it and he loved it. Granted, she looked great regardless how she wore her hair, but down she looked so exotic—a vixen in an officer’s clothing. Her jumpsuit fit her like a glove, accenting her curves. Curves he wanted to trace with his tongue.

  Chapter Two

  Destiny stood there with her mouth open. She’d seen naked men before but Captain Parker took the cake, the cupcakes, the cookies and any other damn sweet she could think of. Heat rushed up to her cheeks and she hoped he wouldn’t notice. She did her best to pull her gaze away from the massive, sudsy serpent that seemed to have sprung to life between his legs but couldn’t. From the moment she’d laid eyes on him, she’d tried to imagine what he’d look like without his uniform on. There was no way she’d done him justice.

  How could she have? Men simply didn’t come in that size, did they?

  He cleared his throat and her head snapped up.

  She’d been caught gawking at his naked form. At any moment she’d surely burst into flames from sheer embarrassment. She was positive of it. Finding her voice was difficult. When she finally did it was measly at best. “Sir, um, sorry, Captain.”

  He laughed but something was off in his voice. It has somehow managed to sound sexier than normal. Deeper even. “Stewart, I’ve asked you to call me Roman several times before. Now that you’ve seen me with my clothes off, perhaps you can feel comfortable enough to start doing it.”

  “Yes, Captain, erm, Roman.”

  “Can I call you Destiny?” he asked, never moving from his spot, his hand still on his shaft.

  You can call me whatever the hell you want to, she thought to herself as her gut pulled tight. Snap out of it, girl. You’re two steps away from drooling.

  “Great. Then Destiny, would you like to join me, or would you like to meet me in the hallway in about five minutes?”

  “Join you?” she asked, still trying to get her wits about her. For a fiercely independent woman, she couldn’t seem to keep a level head anywhere near Captain Roman Parker.

  He flashed her a smile that screamed sex and her insides flip-flopped as cream began to flood her panties. Soon her regulation jumpsuit would have a very obvious, very wet crotch. The sight of Roman’s damp muscles and erect cock made her nipples erect and her tongue dart out and over her lower lip. It was a habit she’d always had and hated.

  “Are you asking me to join you in there?” she asked, pointing to the shower.

  “Perhaps.”

  Perhaps? What the hell kind of answer was that? She was burning up inside with desire and he was playing vague games with her. It hit her then. This was a test. He wanted to know if she’d break any of the Star Union’s rules on dating officers. That had to be it. She’d worked too long and too hard to get her position to toss it away over a test. She straightened her back and stood as tall as her five-foot-seven frame would allow. “No, Sir. I’ll wait for you in the hallway per your instructions. Thank you, Captain.”

  Spinning on her heels, she stalked toward the door, more out of a need to run from the temptation behind her than anything else.

  *

 
; Roman watched as Destiny rushed out of his quarters. For a brief moment, he’d thought she was actually interested in him. He could have sworn she’d looked as horny as he did, but the cold response she’d given him when he’d asked her to join him confirmed his suspicions—she wanted nothing to do with him.

  “Computer, initiate holographic program Destiny-211, authorization code Parker 0840.”

  A lifelike image of Destiny appeared before him, wearing nothing but a thong. The thin material clothed the tiny patch of black curls that covered her mound. Waves of long raven-colored curls streamed down and over her large breasts. Her pink nipples puckered as she approached him, her hips swaying, taunting him, reminding him she was fertile. The primal side of him responded. He wanted to soak her in his seed. “Tell me what you want, Roman.”

  “I want you to stand against the wall so I can fuck you.”

  “Yes, Sir,” the fake Destiny replied as she pressed her tiny body against the wall. She spread her legs and he knew she’d be wet because he’d programmed her that way.

  Always wet.

  Always wanting.

  Always ready.

  Ripping the thong from her, he spread her ass cheeks wide, spit on his hand, lubed his cock and thrust his dick into her tight ass. Destiny cried out as he continued his assault on her. She was programmed to like what he did to her. Programmed to enjoy his raw lust and animal need.

  “More, Roman, more,” she begged.

  “You like that, don’t you, baby? You like it in your ass, don’t you?” This was a fantasy he’d reenacted with the hologram so many times he’d lost count. Each time was erotic, yet lacking because it was only a hologram.

  She moaned and wiggled against him, allowing him deeper access. “I love it when you cram your dick in my ass. I love it! I love you.”

  Roman’s orgasm hit him hard and he slammed her body against the wall as he emptied his seed into her. He pulled out with a sickening wet sound and pushed her from him.