Alien Indiscretions (17 page)

When the Nobek stopped spanking, she shrieked with dismay. “No! Keep going!”

There was an instant of startled silence. Wal’s eyes went wide and he looked up at his clanmates. Then they all burst into laughter.

Cissy couldn’t see the other two men from her position, especially since Rolat still gripped her neck and Wal her face. However, she saw the Imdiko had as many tears streaming from his eyes as she did. Their hilarity made her mad.

“It’s not funny, you bastards! Damn it, I was close!”

“Ma – Ma – Matara,” Rolat guffawed. “Oh, you wonderful, wonderful creature!”

With the help of the others, he turned her over, careful to keep her smarting butt off his thighs. He rocked her cradled in his arms, laughing still.

Diltan collapsed back against the lounger. “Now this is a woman. Were you really near orgasm?”

Cissy didn’t see what was so hilarious. “Yes, you jerks! Why did you quit?”

Rolat shook his head, disbelief mingling with the humor. “I quit because your ass is so red. I told you I would not cause damage, so I had to stop. By the ancestors, I’ve never been with a female who responded so well to a spanking.”

With his frank expression of delight, Cissy’s frustrated anger calmed. They were impressed with her. No one was making fun. They were glad she’d been aroused by the Nobek’s discipline.

Her face warmed with embarrassment. She’d never become turned on enough by a spanking that she’d come close to climax. Cissy thought that maybe something was weird about that.

Diltan leaned close again, his gaze searching her face. “Now, no withdrawing, you lovely rascal. Let’s see if you are in need of our continued services.”

His hand slid beneath her rumpled skirt, which had moved when Rolat shifted her so that it just concealed her sex. Knowing fingers slid along her slit.

Cissy’s first impulse to slap him away short-circuited as desire leapt, full and demanding. Instead she moaned with longing, her legs falling apart to give Diltan better access.

“Soaking wet,” he murmured. “She did enjoy herself.”

With no warning, Diltan pressed two fingers inside Cissy. His thumb brushed her clit. Her body resounded, like a gong that had been struck. She arched with cry as he filled her. At the same time, she slammed her splayed hands against his chest, trying to fend him off. It was too much sensation, bringing her right up to the edge of destruction.

“Hold her,” the Dramok commanded.

Wal’s arms circled Cissy from behind, pinning her to his chest. Rolat grabbed her wrists and held them, stopping her desperate shoves against Diltan.

The clan’s leader pushed Cissy’s skirt up, exposing her mound. “There you are,” he breathed, his mouth curling in a happy smile. “What a lovely pussy, Matara. And a greedy one, too. I do believe she’s trying to yank my fingers off my hand.”

“Careful, my Dramok,” Rolat chuckled.

Diltan arched a brow at the gasping Cissy. “Now my rebellious beauty, if you take my fingers away I won’t be able to do this to you.”

The two digits buried inside her curled. Diltan pulled them outward, dragging his fingertips hard along the front of her sheath. The friction was an electrical jolt to Cissy’s system. Her hair stood on end as a shockwave rumbled through her body.

She uttered a strangled cry, her insides heaving with near-cataclysm. Just like that, Diltan had her on the verge of orgasm again.

Wal’s voice teased her ear. “She’s a wild one, all right.”

“Indeed,” Diltan agreed. “I think there is only one way to tame a woman like this. Positive reinforcement.”

With that, he pumped her pussy with those wicked fingers. His thumb stroked her clit.

With the second thrust into her sheath, Cissy detonated. Her head jerked back against Wal’s shoulder as a mighty force broke loose inside her guts. She screamed as that force heaved. It felt as if a physical entity fought to escape her body.

“Good girl. Do you have another for me?”

The brute teasing the monster inside her continued to fuck her, his fingers pounding hard against her, just the way she liked to be taken. The ravening desire drew in on itself for a moment before tearing through her once more. Cissy bucked against the men holding her, wild with release. They held her immobile, forcing her to accept climax so intense that it was almost painful.

When at last the storm subsided, the first thing Cissy noted was her sobbing breath. She hauled in air like she’d just run a marathon. What the hell, she felt that worn out.

“Easy, little rebel. Drink this.”

A cup pressed to Cissy’s lips. She gulped cold water until the glass was empty.

The cup was taken away, and she met Diltan’s gaze right in front of her. On either side, Rolat and Wal also stared. Their expressions were identical: awed and amused.

“That was something else,” Rolat decided.

Before Cissy could decide whether to be humiliated or proud, an insistent beeping sounded in the room. It was followed by an electronic voice that stated, “Matara Cecilia Salter, it has been noted you are not alone in your quarters. Please submit the code for your safety status.”

She started to speak, but issued only a weak croak. She cleared her throat and tried again.

“Code H-L-I-A-A-L-L-W-R-T-F.”

“Received and acknowledged. You confirm you are safe with your companions. Would you like another check-in in fifteen minutes?”

Cissy eyed the three men watching her. Was she safe? Not from gut-wrenching orgasms, but who wanted to be guarded against that?

She grinned. “Negative on the check-in. Clear current guests for duration of visit.”

“Acknowledged. Please remember to input new security code at your earliest convenience.”

It clicked off. Rolat cocked his head to one side inquisitively.

“I know your code was made up of Earther letters, yet I could discern no pattern. Are you a cipher expert?”

Cissy snickered. “No. Those were the first letters for the statements ‘Holy Leader Is An Asshole. Long Live Women’s Right To Fuck.’”

Rolat threw his head back and laughed. Wal also chuckled.

Diltan shook his head but grinned. “Am I to assume that we may continue enjoying ourselves ... and you?”

The dangerous light in his eyes made things inside Cissy’s belly tremble. Dear heavens, they’d brought her screaming just with a heavy hand and busy fingers. What would full-on sex be like with these three?

There was only one way to find out. She pointed a shaking finger towards the bedroom door.

“That way.”

* * * *

Diltan wasn’t sure he’d ever been so hard in his entire life. So far, Cissy was more amazing than he’d dared to fantasize. Her brash persona translated to an exuberant libido that had his knees knocking together. Damn, she excited him.

However he thought there was more to be thrilled with than her willingness to be spanked and have sex. He’d detected an almost hidden desire to submit behind all her outspokenness. Was there something softer beneath the rowdy strength she seemed determined to show the world? A secret desire to be overcome and dominated?

Surely he couldn’t be so lucky. Yet the possibility was too much to not explore.

Letting the steel that made up the greater part of his personality move forward, Diltan spoke with the command he’d been born to wield. “Maybe we’ll take this to your sleeping room later. For now, I will have you here in the matter I wish.”

Cissy’s hazel eyes went wide. For an instant, she melted back against Wal, her face softening. Then the brassy light filled her gaze once more. She gave Diltan a mocking smile. “Is that how you think it’s going to go?”

The Dramok fought off the urge to grin from ear to ear. She did want to surrender. He’d seen it for that fraction of a second before her strength of will took control.

I’ll have to earn her submission. Maybe this woman isn’t so far off the mark for me after all.

Instead of letting his face light up with anticipation, he gave Cissy a no-nonsense look. “That is exactly how it’s going to go. Please remove her clothing while I look for something to bind her wrists with.”

Not waiting to see if he would be obeyed, Diltan rose from the lounger. He went into Cissy’s room, ignoring her startled yelps and squeals as his clanmates got to work.

He noted with appreciation how tidy Cissy kept her sleeping room. Diltan preferred organization. Moreover, he hoped it meant he’d not have trouble locating what he wanted. Opening Cissy’s closet confirmed his hopes: the more outrageous clothing items were kept separate from what the Earther chose to lounge around in when she wanted to be comfortable. He found a robe with a silky sash. Perfect.

Diltan stalked back into the greeting room to find Rolat and Wal had discerned exactly the position he wanted this naughty Matara in. She sat naked between Rolat’s muscled thighs. The Nobek held the backs of her knees, holding them level with her shoulders. The position tilted her pelvis up and splayed her legs wide open. Wal stood behind the pair at the back of the lounger, Cissy’s wrists gathered in his hands. Her arms were back behind Rolat’s head, pointing her bared breasts upwards.

Diltan tossed the robe tie to Wal. Quick as a flash, the Imdiko snatched it out of the air while keeping hold of Cissy’s wrists with one hand. He set about tying the Earther’s wrists together.

For her part, Cissy’s expression wavered between want, anxiety, and anger. She glared at Diltan.

“You’ve got these two trained to a tee, don’t you?” she spluttered. “You say ‘jump’ and they don’t even bother to ask how high.”

Diltan dropped a quick wink to his snickering clanmates before answering, “I’m the Dramok. I lead this clan. I’m used to being obeyed.”

Wal turned his face away for an instant. Again, Diltan was hard pressed to keep from smiling along with his clanmate. His Imdiko was often the worst behaved of the group. It would have been more accurate for Diltan to say he was used to fighting to be obeyed. He’d had to earn surrender from his clanmates more times than he could count.

That was fine. Diltan preferred not to have things handed to him. It was more fun to wrest control than to be granted it.

He eyed his latest obstacle, looking forward to winning dominance over this particular opponent. At that moment, Diltan decided Cissy would beg him to take care of her needs. No, she would scream for his dominion.

He might even grant it.

His gaze settled on her upturned breasts. Lovely heavy teardrops of flesh, golden and lush, they begged for attention. Diltan got down on one knee before Cissy and Rolat. He cupped the globes in each of his hands, filling his palms with warm flesh.

Cissy gasped at the bold touch. By the ancestors, had none of the men she’d been with handled her body with confidence before? Everything they’d done to her so far had been greeted with reactions that hinted she found them audacious. Coming from her, Diltan found it funny. Then again, maybe her daring nature had intimidated others into being far too careful.

Let’s see how you like being on the other side of that
, Diltan thought.

He slapped the undersides of Cissy’s breasts in turn, bouncing them lightly and making them jiggle. She cried out. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Stop slapping my tits!” she yelled.

“Your tits?” Diltan snorted. “I think not. Tonight, these belong to my clan. Every inch of you does. Your body is ours to do with as we desire. If you behave and do as you’re told, we might even allow you another climax. If you don’t, we’ll go home. It’s as simple as that.”

Cissy glared in disbelief. Her arms strained against the sash secured around her wrists and Wal’s hold, which pinned her arms to the back of the lounger. She kicked, but Rolat held her legs too far apart to allow her to escape or land a blow to Diltan. She yelled as she struggled.

The juices creeping from her open pussy and the rush of soft female scent told Diltan Cissy enjoyed her helplessness. Nevertheless, he reminded her, “Saying ‘stop’ in Earther means nothing tonight. Only
sholt
tells me you’ve had enough.”

“You big jerk!” she yelled. “Who are you to tell me I belong to you? Where do you get off, pal?”

“Keep mouthing off and I’ll gag you,” Diltan warned. “Now, where was I before you so rudely interrupted me? Oh yes, these luscious bits.”

He leaned in and captured one peachy-pink nipple in his mouth. Moaning with pleasure, Diltan sucked on the delectable flesh, rubbing his tongue over the tip to make it hard.

Cissy’s struggles immediately ceased. She panted as the Dramok mouthed one peaked nipple then the other.

Her flesh is so sweet. I’d swear she could melt on my tongue.

It took real effort to release the delicious orb he suckled. Diltan managed to do so, but only because he knew he could re-claim it at any time.

He went back to bouncing Cissy’s breasts in his palms, striking the undersides enough to deliver stinging punishment. She yipped, her hazel eyes going wide again. Between the tiny cries of pain, she gasped harder than ever. Diltan’s quick glance at her pussy confirmed she continued to cream. Either pain or being controlled or both were her weaknesses. He would capitalize on that knowledge.

“Magnificent breasts, aren’t they?” he asked his clanmates.

“I can’t wait to maul them myself,” Rolat agreed. Quiet as ever, Wal simply grinned around his fangs.

“Why – why are you smacking them?” Cissy panted. She looked as if she was trying to be angry. If that was the case, she failed miserably. Her expression tended more towards softness. Her eyes had glazed over.

“Because I can,” Diltan replied. To underscore that assertion, he gave the side of the left breast a loud slap, cupping his palm to deliver more sound than pain ... but further pain than his earlier swats had offered.

Cissy’s reaction was instantaneous. She moaned, her gaze growing hazier. She arched away from Rolat at her back, as if to beg for more of Diltan’s harsh attention.

“Just as I thought,” Diltan whispered, more to himself than anyone else. “A little pain and much restraint in intimate affairs to balance out the fierce independence on your public face.”