Alien Indiscretions (31 page)

He was right. Diltan continued to paddle her ass with light strikes. By the time he reached the fourth strike, Cissy’s butt felt blistered and her skin sizzled with hurt. She especially felt it where he and Rolat had already striped her ass. She panted as she readied for the next blow. By that time, she blessed the extra fluff she’d put on her body that cushioned the paddle.

Number Five burned like fire. Cissy yelped on that one, and her body instinctively tucked in an effort to shield herself from the final spank. However, there was nowhere to go. She was stuck and at Diltan’s mercy. As usual, the situation had her excited as well as suffering. She cursed her libido and wished she didn’t like discipline so much.

She could hear the laughter in the Dramok’s tone. “One more, my precious servant. No hiding, now. Stick it out there for me like a good little slave. Take your punishment, bad girl.”

Cissy ground her teeth together to keep from telling Diltan where he could shove his paddle. She didn’t need to be giving him any ideas that might rebound on her, after all. It was one more swat. Just one more. It meant pain, but it also meant pleasure. She could handle it.

Even with psyching herself up, it still took a lot of fortitude to obey Diltan. Tilting her butt up, inviting that final swat, made her wince with anticipation. It also made another kind of heat roil in her gut. Cissy had no choice but to admit she liked being under the Dramok’s control.

Instead of that expected whack, her ass was caressed by the man’s hand. She groaned at the contact, which sent thrilling sparks of hurt through her flesh. Cissy pressed back into the painful petting.

“Sweet girl,” Diltan said. The approval made Cissy smile. Then two of his fingers shoved deep into her pussy, making her squeal. “Very sweet girl. So wet for your master.”

He pumped in and out, flicking his thumb over her clit until Cissy moaned in continuous bliss. Her hips rocked in tandem with the thrusts, welcoming effervescent delight to the fore.

“Pretty little Cecilia,” Diltan sighed. “I think you want to come for me, don’t you?”

“Uh huh,” she breathed, feeling the first delicious spark that heralded release. “Master.”

His thumb ceased flicking and stroked a thought-stealing circle over her straining nub. “That’s right. Closer and closer. It feels so good to give yourself to Master.”

“Aahhh.” Cissy’s whimper was a high note, almost like singing. A stronger spasm shot through her pussy, choking the sound off. Her sex seemed to gather itself, readying to explode.

“That’s it. Almost there now. Let it go.”

Cissy arrived right on the verge, only seconds away. Her pussy tightened around the driving fingers, drawing on them.

“Here you are. Excellent.”

Diltan’s fingers disappeared. Barely a second later, the paddle cracked against Cissy’s ass.

She detonated. Taken right to the peak by the Dramok’s teasing thumb, fingers, and words, the blast of hot ecstatic pain provided the final push into orgasm. Cissy’s pussy seized, carrying her into rapture.

The first swell of passion had barely ebbed when Diltan’s thick cock pressed into her. He took her in one smooth thrust, filling her pussy with his primary dick while the second rubbed hard against her clit. Another bolt of elation shot through her body, taking her far from conscious thought.

Cissy was vaguely aware of being fucked hard and fast by the Dramok. Some part of her knew that was why the seizures of desire rampaged over and over, leaving her screaming. It was an eternity of vicious delight before the body behind hers stilled, but for the shudders that accompanied the sensation of the interloper within her twitching.

In the wake of the intense climax, Cissy’s mind drifted. Everything turned floaty and dreamlike. Hands drifted down to release her from the stocks, arms gathered her close to a strong chest, and she was swept from the playroom. The corridor drifted past. She was borne to another room, an immense washroom where a bathtub the size of a small pool waited filled with water.

In her fuzzy state, Cissy watched Diltan and Wal disrobe, showing off their gorgeous bodies. They descended into the basin, and she was handed down to them. The water was heated to the perfect temperature. A cup of cooler water was pressed to her lips. Then Rolat was in the huge tub too, smiling down at her.

Their voices were distant as they spoke. Cissy was too caught up in the warmth of the bath, of the secure feeling of arms around her to hear what they said. She smiled dreamily up at the men, and she saw their faces stretch in laughter.

Hands stroked and rubbed all over next, washing her. Every now and again, water and protein drinks were offered for her to sip. She took her time about coming back to the world. She luxuriated in the wonder of being doted on. It was the sweetest sensation she’d ever known, coming on the heels of being roughly and thoroughly satisfied. She thought she could have spent eternity like this, with these three men.

* * * *

Diltan had never thought of himself as possessing many Imdiko tendencies, but taking care of Cissy made him feel incredible. Seeing to her needs when she didn’t have the ability to take care of herself made him feel stronger than any other time of his life. Nothing compared to this feeling; not proving himself capable of amassing his own fortune and not rising in the political arena.

He’d had hints of it before with Rolat and Wal. There had been times when he’d taken care of his clanmates in some form or another. But they were strong men in their own right. Diltan’s experiences in having another lean on him so completely had been nothing compared to this.

All his irritation with Cissy’s brash ways, with her impetuous rush into experiencing life after being kept under Earth government’s thumb for so long – which he now understood – all of that had vanished. Seeing her soft and vulnerable, feeling her melt trustingly in his arms, knowing what lay beneath that frantic need to be her own woman had him enraptured. Diltan could see what his Imdiko and Nobek saw: a potential lifemate. Cissy was a woman he felt a need to care for and keep secure.

How could he do that when trouble for all of Kalquor peeked over the horizon? The worries he’d had over Zarl’s records came back tenfold. If the things he’d uncovered and unwisely divulged to Maf incited real unrest, would it put Cissy in danger? Or, ancestors forbid, what if it fomented outright rebellion? Earther Matara abductions had lessened recently, mostly due to more stringent safeguards. However, Diltan knew the Basma was determined to rid the Empire of its last hope for survival. Cissy and all the other women could find themselves in a great deal of danger in the next few days.

It was not a matter to be discussed now, if ever. Particularly since Wal might be called to judge the matter if Imperial Fathers Yuder and Tidro were brought into his court to answer for Zarl’s misdeeds. Yet Cissy’s safety hung in the balance. She needed to know how precarious the situation might become. Wal and Rolat needed to know if they were to help protect their potential Matara.

As awareness inched its way into Cissy’s gaze, Diltan made his decision. He prayed that this time it was the right one.

He smiled down at the lovely woman nestled against his side. “How are you feeling?”

She blinked at him, her blue-green eyes halfway between dreaming and awareness. “Weird. My brain feels like it’s coming out of a fog. That whole thing we just did ... it was crazy. Crazy but wonderful.”

Wal cuddled close to her. On his opposite side, Rolat smiled. “I’m glad to hear the wonderful part.”

“I quite enjoyed myself,” Wal said with a grin that matched the Nobek’s.

Cissy returned the smiles. However, her look sobered when she glanced up at Diltan. “Okay, what did I do wrong this time?”

He started. “Not one damned thing. You were amazing, and I thank you for sharing yourself with us. I know it can be a difficult thing making love to such demanding men, especially when you are a demanding woman.”

She stretched luxuriously. To his delight, she cuddled against his side once more. “I am demanding. I worry a lot, especially about Tasha. She’s the nice one of the pair, you know.”

Wal snorted and raked his fingers through his mass of curls, making the cloud of hair stand out in crazy corkscrews. “I don’t know any such thing. I find you nice in many ways.”

“Wickedly nice,” Rolat added. “The kind of nice a horny Nobek enjoys very much.”

The three men chuckled. Cissy shook her head at them, though a smile played at her lips. She rolled her eyes at Diltan. “
You
know what I mean. Tasha is such a good person, so ladylike. I’ve always needed to stand up for her and make sure she’s not hurt, along with being tough for myself. What just happened here ... I had to give up control. I had to give myself over to you.”

Diltan nodded. “That had to have been scary. You had a moment or two of being uncomfortable.”

“A little. Surprisingly, it mostly felt like a relief. Even getting my rear beaten was – I don’t know. How can I explain it? It was all out of my hands. I didn’t have to think or worry or do anything but put up with you guys and your freaky urges.”

That brought another round of laughter, and they nodded their understanding.

Diltan said, “You got to go on a little holiday. No responsibilities except to do as you were told.”

“Exactly. I was free. I let you make the decisions for me, and nothing awful came of it.” She cocked a warning brow at him. “Don’t think I’m going to make it a steady diet though. I like being away from all those awful laws and rules of Earth telling me how to act and live my life. I’m not about to hand you control over everything I do.”

Rolat reached to stroke the back of her head. “Nor would we want you to.”

“Absolutely not,” Wal agreed in a firm tone. “I have enough trouble trying to keep these two in line. Corralling three of you would be way too much effort.”

Diltan and Rolat grinned at their Imdiko. The Dramok told Cissy, “We do our best to not let our domineering personalities interfere with each other, at least not where career and such is concerned. Believe it or not, I do let my clanmates have a vote in the things that concern us all.”

Rolat made a gruff sound in his throat. “Then he tries to do as he wants anyway.”

Diltan gave him a wry look. “When was the last time you let me get away with that?”

“Never.”

Cissy laughed, and the Dramok shrugged his shoulders. “In the realm of sex, however ... we do become assertive.”

She gave him a mock look of chagrin. “That’s one word for it.”

“How did you feel about submitting to us?”

Cissy frowned a little. She didn’t answer him right away, debating whether or not she should answer at all.

If they were to have a real go at making her the clan’s Matara, Diltan knew he needed to nip Cissy’s reticence in the bud right away. In a firm tone that managed to not be too demanding, he said, “Cecilia, we cannot have a relationship without the truth. We must be open to each other when it comes to such matters. Answer me right now; how did you feel about surrendering control to us?”

“Right.” Cissy’s mouth dropped open in shock, as if he’d surprised the answer out of her before she could stop it. Her stammering attempts verified that. “I mean – I don’t want – oh shit.”

Wal twirled a strand of her hair around one of his fingers as he strove to calm her with understanding. “It’s not something to be frightened of, you know. It’s apparent that you have a natural need to be able to give yourself up to men you feel safe with. You need that space where you know you will be cared for. We have provided that for you, and you responded.”

Rolat chimed in. “It got scary every now and again. Upsetting even. Keep in mind that though we can be demanding, you have nothing to fear from us. We just like making you a little nervous.”

His smirk made Cissy kick out at him. She gave him her patented scowl, and Diltan was glad to see it aimed at someone else for a change.

Cissy said, “Fine. It feels good to let everything go with you three. I guess something in me recognizes I can trust you.”

Her words reminded Diltan of how vulnerable she could be if things went bad in the Empire. Having visited the Matara Complex twice now, he thought of how it was well guarded against intruders who might try to sneak in. But would it withstand an angry mob bent on creating havoc?

Cissy’s impatient tone roused him from his thoughts. “There you go again with that look. Maybe it’s time you share a little truth too. What’s up with you, Diltan?”

He looked at her. Damn it, she was lovely. More importantly, she was smart. Cissy would keep him on his toes if she was his Matara. The idea that she might join his clan was no longer so farfetched. It scared Diltan.

He said, “There is trouble coming to Kalquor. It could be big and I’m certain the Imperial Family is going to suffer for it. As part of Empress Jessica’s life, you could be in danger.”

As Cissy’s eyes widened and his clanmates stared at him, Diltan addressed his Imdiko. “Wal, what I’m about to say could affect you as a judge and it’s unethical for me to share it with you in particular. However, for Cissy’s sake, it might be for the best if you know in advance what I should keep secret from you.”

His Imdiko stared at him in surprise. Then he looked at the woman between them, and his expression firmed. He raised his gaze to Diltan once more. “If it affects Cissy, I want to know. I can always recuse myself from any proceedings I have no business presiding over.”

Diltan took a deep breath. Let it out. And told them all about Zarl’s records, Maf’s reaction to their contents, and his own fears of how the news would rock the entire Empire.

Wal’s face became drawn, confirming Diltan’s fears of the legalities of what the Imperial Family would face. Rolat also looked grim.

Cissy’s expression hovered between concern and confusion. “Could the public finding out all this really bring on a full rebellion?”

Wal snapped a nod. “It is a possibility. At the very least, there will be protests, especially if a large portion of the Royal Council is called into question. Damn it, Diltan, this could get ugly.” He looked sick at the prospect.