Alien Indiscretions (35 page)

Diltan’s mention of the first Mataras begged a new question, one that would put them back in the territory of what made him feel miserable. However, Cissy now had a vested interest in what being a part of this man and his clan’s lives meant. There was a major truth yet to be uncovered.

With some trepidation, she broached the subject. “Would you have supported the Earther abductions if you’d been in on it?”

Diltan didn’t rush to answer. His brows furrowed and he stared at the platters of food they had not been able to finish eating. Cissy knew he wasn’t seeing their leftovers, however. He considered the subject from every angle. Cissy had the insight that he had never thought about what he would have done in Emperor Zarl’s place until this moment.

It gave her the opportunity to study the Dramok in detail. That was not an unpleasant exercise. He was a stunning man with that well-formed jaw, that perfectly straight nose, those high cheekbones. He was smart. Funny. Dedicated to his causes. Despite having some personality flaws, Cissy sensed that Diltan was a decent man, ready to help those he could. And damn, he was good in bed.

As for the way they grated on each other’s nerves ... well, a little bit of friction kept things interesting. Cissy could help Diltan not be so stuffy. He could help her be a little more refined. If they managed to not strangle each other first, the whole lifemate thing might work out.

As long as the Empire doesn’t blow up around us, we have time to figure this out. I’m not ready to tell the gorgeous bastard I like him that much ... but it’s worth a shot.

At last his gaze met hers. Diltan shook his head. “I’m not sure I could have been a part of the kidnappings. Maybe it depends on the individual circumstances. I know that some of the women were in a bad way when they were taken. I’ve seen Earthers who hid from their own shadows who later blossomed into strong, steady women with the support of their clans. But a few, when given the option of de-clanning and leaving the Empire, did so. It wasn’t good for everyone.”

“I guess it depends on the woman and what she went through on Earth,” Cissy mused.

Diltan grinned. “You would not have been one to let men whisk you away like that.” He sobered again. “The thought of coming upon you and forcing you to come to Kalquor is a hard one. I don’t think I could have done it.”

“Even knowing you were taking me from a society that thought of women as second-class citizens?”

“And bringing you to a culture that, with a few loud exceptions, cherishes females with near idolization?” Diltan snorted. “I don’t know, Cissy. I really don’t. I wish I could say with all certainty that I’m a better man than to have taken your choices from you. It would have been a hell of a tug-of-war with my conscience.”

“It sounds like you wouldn’t have gone through with it,” Cissy said.

Diltan took a few seconds to think about it more. He shook his head. “It’s impossible to say for sure unless I was in that position. I have the disturbing feeling I would have initially gone along with it, though.”

Cissy gave him a surprised look. “Do you think so?”

He grimaced. “Remember how stupidly I behaved with your cousin Lindsey? That tells me something about myself. My only saving grace is that when I learned how badly she took my proposal, I was aghast. I thought I was doing her a favor, taking her away from a clan with so little status. I couldn’t have been more wrong.”

“You and status. Someone needs to cure you of that.” Cissy went back to teasing, because she sensed Diltan was ready to beat up on himself some more.

He responded with his smug grin. “It doesn’t look like that will happen any time soon. I must say, I’ve developed a taste for more distantly related but still royal blood.”

Cissy motioned at her less than fancy clothing. “To the casual observer, you’re slumming it. By allowing yourself to be seen with me, you can pretend you’re not so obnoxious.”

Diltan looked her over and shrugged. “I’ll admit that I’m not crazy about the clothes. Yet it has less to do with their cheap construction, terrible fit, and that they are more suited to a man than the fact that I know what’s underneath them. Even if you were wearing a jeweled gown right now, I’d hate it. The best look for you is naked.”

Knowing he found her attractive made Cissy feel warm and happy inside. Not wanting to appear the simpering female basking in compliments, she elected to return his leer. With her gaze raking over that too-fine body, Cissy said, “It’s too bad you’re working today. I’d let you take my offensive outfit off if you were available.”

Diltan looked gloomy for all of a second before his smile returned. “Who says I can’t take the day off? I’ve already canceled several appointments this morning. What are a few more?”

Cissy’s heart sped up at the thought of Diltan’s playroom or his bed. “Really?”

Diltan stood up and offered her his hand. “Why not? As far as I know, we only live once. Tomorrow is going to be a bitch what with me reporting to the Ethics Committee, so I should make up for it with a good time today.”

Cissy let him help her to her feet. “Naughty boy. Playing hooky, are we? Whatever will your constituents say?”

His eyes gleamed. “If they had what I did last night and this morning, they’d congratulate me for my good sense. Besides, I can claim that I knew from the start you were a terrible influence. Let’s go prove it.”

Cissy laughed, moving easily into the circle of his arm. “Far be it for me to challenge your notions of my irresistibleness.”

The instant Diltan ushered Cissy into that grand greeting/ballroom, he stopped her. “Clothes off.”

She raised an eyebrow and planted her hands on her hips. “Oh, are we playing at that again?”

“I take play very seriously, my dear.” He stared down at her, thinking how delightful she looked despite the stubborn look on her face. Or perhaps she looked good because of that spark of contrariness. Cissy struck him more and more like a challenge to be won instead of an obstacle to avoid.

The obstinate expression faded from her pretty face, replaced by soft wanting. Her hands slid from her hips, the fingertips skating down those soft, delicious thighs. Her head bowed and her gaze slid from his face. It made Diltan’s chest fill with warmth to see her obey the natural instinct she possessed that begged her to surrender. He was pleased to see her shoulders remain back and not hunching. She might want to please, but none of Cissy’s strength was compromised. If he made one wrong move, a single insulting demand, she would make him pay. Her submission to his desires would be earned, not given.

That suited Diltan fine. It was the way he liked things.

Despite the warm, happy feelings coursing through him, the Dramok used his most commanding tone. “I dislike it when I have to repeat myself, Cecilia. You will be disciplined for not obeying my orders. I suggest you strip now to avoid greater punishment.”

Cissy’s gaze flashed up at his face. Her expression told him she already debated defiance even as she started unbuttoning her mannish blouse. “You damned Kalquorians. Always so pushy.”

He smirked. “You’ve only gotten a hint of that. Get naked and then crawl to me.”

Crawling had been a major issue the night before, one Diltan could appreciate the difficulty of performing. He wanted to see if Cissy trusted his respect for her following their discussion of the matter. Without looking to see how she responded to the command, he walked over to the nearest lounger that sat against the wall.

When Diltan sank down on the plush red-cushioned couch, he checked on his guest’s progress. Cissy glared at him, but she continued to get naked. She’d shed the awful shirt. It puddled at one foot while she wrenched off the shoe covering the other. Diltan didn’t miss the blatant hard buttons of her nipples straining the smooth cups of her bra. Her brain might rebel against being dominated, but her body responded beautifully. With trust. He had to fight off the smile that accompanied the realization.

The rough denim shorts slipped down her thighs. Cissy kicked them towards Diltan, but they ended up far short of his perch on the lounger. How had he missed how adorable she was when she scowled? Like a little pouting girl who wasn’t getting her way with a firm parent. Diltan wanted to laugh out loud at her antics.

The bra came off, revealing those heavy, beautiful mounds with their peachy-pink tips. Diltan felt a growl of appreciation welling in his chest but choked it off. He wanted to appear in control, like Cissy didn’t affect him so strongly. His cocks, swelling hard against his trousers, gave enough of that indication.

Yet he did groan a little when her plain white panties slid off, revealing Cissy’s soft thatch of reddish-brown pubic hair. Diltan had imagined how lovely her pussy would look bared of those curls, but he thought he would miss their softness.

Now naked, Cissy hesitated for an instant. Diltan said nothing. He raised one brow at her. She swallowed and sank to her knees.

The gesture made something in his throat fill. Seeing the gorgeous Earther crawl towards him made it hard to breathe. Her breasts swayed with the motion, as if to hypnotize the Dramok. His cocks hardened painfully at the sight. By the ancestors, Cissy owned him at that moment. Nothing would save him if she figured out she was the one with the real power here. Diltan was hers for the taking.

As she crawled around the table in front of the lounger, he opened his pants’ resealable crotch, allowing his avid pricks to spill out. They jutted with eagerness at Cissy’s approach. Trying not to sound too strained, he told her, “You may use your mouth on me while I decide on your punishment.”

He already knew what he wanted to do to her, but it was best to heighten her anticipation and nervousness. He’d seen how well she responded to that. Cissy’s increasing respiration and the darkening of her eyes told him excitement overcame her. She enjoyed this every bit as much as he.

Pushing the issue, he demanded, “I gave you an order. What do you say?”

She crouched now between his legs, her face level with his flushed cocks. She licked her lips as she looked them over. “Yes, Master.”

Without further ado, Cissy took his smaller prick in her pretty pink mouth. Warmth filled Diltan’s cock to match the heat of her touch. He was wet with readiness. The sweet moisture of the mouth suckling him was better still.

Diltan sighed and let his head fall back to rest on the lounger. He closed his eyes, allowing the wonderful sucking sensation to absorb his senses. Her velvety tongue twirled over the tip of his cock, making it feel as if the juices within simmered. He jerked with reaction when her hand surrounded the base of his larger dick, nudging it out of the way so she could go down on its twin.

The Dramok’s hands tightened into fists. Cissy took almost the entirety of his shaft into her mouth, letting it enter the top of her throat before slowly, sensuously releasing it. Need came to a boil, lighting a molten fire inside the secondary organ. She took him in again, warming him, wetting him, sucking him. Her hand moved over the larger cock, sliding over its slick skin to deliver wondrous pressure.

She grasped the smaller prick in her other hand as her mouth released it. Then her breath heated the tip of the primary. Her tongue delivered a light, delicate touch on the end, and she moaned enjoyment. Diltan guessed she had claimed whatever pre-cum had collected there. Hearing her appreciation of his flavor made heat trickle from his smaller cock to the larger.

She took his larger cock in that magical mouth of hers, her tongue twining all about the shaft as she enclosed about half of its length. Her hands moved in tandem with the bobbing of her head, delivering all the sensation he could wish. His cocks grew heavy with aching need, an agreeable torment.

Diltan thought of spilling in her mouth, of feeling her work to swallow his seed. The fantasy was sumptuous, bringing more of the pleasurable agony to his groin. If he wasn’t careful, it would happen soon.

His voice rough, he ordered, “Stop now. I’ve decided what I need to do with you.”

Cissy released him, drawing back so that she sat on her heels. Diltan saw the flash of concern in her eyes, along with excitement. His cocks jerked at the alluring expression.

He said, “Sit on the table behind you, and then lie back.”

Eyeing him with suspicion, Cissy did as she was told. Diltan looked her over, naked and awaiting his pleasure. The curls covering her slit were soaked. Damn, she looked delicious. He thought another position would make her look even better.

“Grab your ankles and hold yourself open for me.”

Trembling with what Diltan was sure was eagerness, Cissy obeyed. Her legs flung wide, opening her sweetness for his delight. The Dramok was not surprised that he shook almost as much as the Earther.

He licked his lips. With relish he told her, “I am going to spank your pussy. You will hold yourself open for my discipline the entire time. If you close your legs or try to escape, you will receive extra punishment.”

Cissy’s eyes went wide. Uncertainty fought a battle with lust for control over her features. Her knees closed an inch, as if instinctively to protect her most vulnerable flesh.

Diltan asked in a quiet, undemanding tone, “Do you wish to say
sholt
, Cissy? If you don’t think you can handle it, now is the time to say so.”

She swallowed hard. He thought she would tell him to go fuck himself, grab her clothes, and storm out. Diltan was not a little shocked when instead, her legs spread wider than before.

In a strangled voice, Cissy said, “No, Master. I do not wish to stop.”

The Dramok was exultant to hear her acquiesce. However, he felt a little worried now that he had permission to discipline her. Was it desire for his control that pushed her to accept this play, or did Cissy’s stubborn streak lead her to go places she wasn’t ready for?

Diltan leaned down to look into her hazel eyes. His voice still soft, he asked, “Do we need to discuss any concerns you have?”

Cissy didn’t answer right away. She concentrated for a moment, thinking the matter over. Diltan was relieved to see she put caution ahead of pride. It was one less worry for him to deal with.