Shalia's Diary Book 5

by Tracy St. John

  Oses’ voice reminded the Imdiko of where he was and who he was serving. “That’s a good place for you, boy. Shalia, sit down in the chair behind you and spread your legs. Mind you are careful, pet. I don’t want you in any position that causes you or your child harm.”

  My sweet brute. Meanwhile, Betra appeared to be looking forward to this phase of his punishment.

  I lowered myself into the chair behind me and lifted my legs while widening them outward. Betra leaned forward, as if he was going to come over and get right to work. At the last possible second, he stopped. His eyes rolled up to look at Oses.

  The Nobek’s brow lifted. “Nice save, boy. I thought I’d have to get my strap out to warm your ass for not waiting for my command.”

  “My apologies. Master.” Betra lowered his gaze.

  “You will not use your hands except to assist Shalia in propping her legs on your shoulders. I think that will be most comfortable for her. Mouth only. Pleasure her.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Do it now.”

  Betra shuffled across the floor on his knees to me. His hands around my ankles were gentle and warm as he lifted them to his broad shoulders. Once I indicated I was in a good position, he returned his hands to the small of his back. I sighed and my eyelids fluttered as he bent to my pussy.

  Betra is amazing when it comes to cunnilingus. That man can do things with his mouth that many can’t do with mouths, hands, and cocks combined. As his lips, teeth, and tongue played over my softest bits, I soon found myself gripping the armrests of the chair I perched on. My gasps and moans filled the room.

  Betra started by letting his tongue loll all over my open pussy. He lapped at every fold, delving into each cranny so as not to miss any bit of me. I warmed quickly, delicious pulses waking at the sweet raspiness of his tongue. I watched him lick me, cooing encouragement as he investigated each petal with laser focus.

  A shadow loomed over us. Oses stood right there, watching the action.

  For a moment, Betra shrank away. His eyes widened at the sudden appearance of the Nobek. They were dark, the black cat-like pupils engulfing the blue-purple irises. His jaw dropped open, allowing fangs to unhinge from the roof of his mouth and appear behind his regular teeth. A warning growl rumbled from his chest.

  We all froze for an instant. Then Oses brought his hands up, the fingers spread in a placating gesture. “I’m not going to touch you, Imdiko. Betra, it’s all right. I just came over to watch.”

  The mix of anger and terror ebbed from Betra’s expression until he no longer resembled a cornered animal. He stared up at Oses, his fangs hinging once more. Embarrassment of a different flavor colored his face.

  “I’m – I’m sorry. You startled me, and I—”

  “I know. Ease down. There’s nothing for you to apologize for.”

  Oses looked as fierce as ever, but I saw the sorrow in his eyes. He hadn’t meant to frighten Betra. That he had triggered such a response made him hurt.

  The Nobek waited. I think he believed Betra would opt out of any further play. I was sure that the Imdiko would call a halt to everything. Surely he couldn’t go on after a scare that had reminded him of the abuse he’d suffered as a child.

  Betra, however, is made of stronger stuff than that. After a few moments of him gathering himself, he bowed his head to Oses.

  “May I continue to pleasure Shalia, Master?”

  Oses crouched down, putting his face on level with Betra’s. “Are you sure? Are you absolutely positive you are okay to continue with this?”

  Betra met his gaze. A tentative smile played at the corners of his lips. “Yes, Master. I am sure.” He gave my still-open pussy a glance. “I am very sure.”

  Oses also looked at me. His leer was pure lechery, but I saw the relief that eased his jaw as well. “I see what you mean. Remember, you are being punished, boy.”

  “Oh yes, Master. Most definitely.”

  Oses shook his head and stood. “Get to it then. Give that pussy a good tongue-fuck.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  I suddenly had a crotch full of tongue. Betra shoved it in and out of me, working me hard. I yelped in surprised excitement. His head bobbed back and forth, his nose colliding with my clit as he went at his duty with enthusiasm. My legs tightened around his head, trapping it like a vise. Betra decided to complain, though his voice was muffled against my twat.

  “Master, she won’t let me move.”

  “Hmm,” Oses mused. “I seem to remember being trapped by that pussy before. It was not an unpleasant experience, though I had little control over the situation. Perhaps Shalia would like to demonstrate just how demanding she can be.”

  I grinned up at him. “I’d like that very much.”

  “Then I will give him to you for you to enjoy. Boy, you will do as Shalia tells you for this portion of the discipline. Refuse her nothing and do not attempt to work your own will.”

  Betra had only enough time to answer in a quizzical tone, “Yes, Master,” before I seized his head in my hands and wrapped my legs around it as well. I pulled him in.

  “Lick it. Eat it. Suck it, fuck it, make me feel good,” I said, grinding against his poor trapped face.

  Betra’s alpha nature hit. He made the mistake of using his hands to grab my legs and shove himself free. An instant later, he realized his mistake. He snatched his hands back behind his back and looked over at Oses, his eyes wide.

  “I – I – I forgot,” he managed, lamely. “I’m not used to – I don’t like—”

  He gave up.

  “So I see.” Oses shook his head. “I guess enforced submission will have to be enacted. I’m going to cuff your wrists, boy. Your arms are all I will touch as I do so. Can you handle that?”

  “Cuffs?” I could see alarms going off in Betra’s head. “But I’ll be helpless!”

  “I believe that is the idea,” Oses replied, his tone mild. “Either you trust me or you don’t, Imdiko. I have given you my word that I will not take advantage of you. Is it good enough, or do we end this now?”

  Betra grimaced. I could see him turning the situation over in his head, looking at it from every angle. “Damn it, I hate not having control,” he muttered.

  “Which is why this is such a good disciplinary measure, especially since the humiliation angle is more reward than punishment.” Oses gave him a grin. “Just think of all the things I can tell Shalia to do to you for my amusement with you cuffed.”

  Betra’s eyes went wide again. Now he was seeing something else in that messed-up head of his, because his arms drifted back, putting his wrists at the small of his back. I’m not sure he even realized he was doing it.

  Oses moved quickly, taking advantage of Betra’s wavering while he had the opportunity. Before the Imdiko could react he was wearing a pair of thin, shiny metal cuffs on his wrists. Oses stepped back and said something in Kalquorian.

  I saw how Betra’s arms strained, the way his shoulder and bicep muscles bunched as he tested his bonds. He couldn’t move his hands. He started to gasp. He hyperventilated, his stare on Oses like a trapped fly watching a spider.

  “Ease down, Betra,” Oses said. “Only Shalia will touch you while you’re like this. Not me.”

  “Don’t – don’t you dare,” the Imdiko growled.

  “I won’t. Look at me. Look in my eyes. You know I’m not going to hurt you like that.”

  What had started as punishment was turning into a weird therapy session. I thought Oses had the right of it; making Betra helpless and then showing him he was still safe might heal some of the past wounds he’d suffered.

  I sat up and leaned over to kiss the Imdiko’s sweating brow. “I’m here too, you know. Do you think I’d let Oses hurt you? Do you think I’d agree to anyone hurting you?”

  Betra’s hectic gaze darted to me and then back to Oses. “Of course not. And I do trust Oses. I do; at least in my heart. It’s my head that keeps thinking something bad has to happen.”

 
“Then listen to your heart, Betra. Let it guide you through your fears.”

  His breath slowed until I thought he might be okay. After a few moments, the panic began to ease from his eyes. “Okay. I’ll try.” Then he yanked against the cuffs and grimaced. “But I fucking hate being controlled.”

  Oses’ tone was careful, not wanting to set Betra’s alarms off again. “You will serve as Shalia and I dictate. That is your penance.”

  Betra drew a deep breath. He strained again and blew the breath out. “Yes, Master.”

  “Get back into position. Shalia, that mouth is yours to use as you please.”

  I leaned back once more, opening my legs. I crooked my finger in a ‘come here’ gesture. “Get in there, pretty Imdiko. I want to smother you.” I gave him a wicked grin.

  Betra gave me a dark look, but his cocks jerked in reaction. He shot one last glance at Oses and then did as he was told.

  I rode his face until sparkling thrills danced up and down my spine, culminating in sweet release. Judging by the way Betra was gasping at the end, I guess I did almost smother him. But his eyes were unfocused and those cocks were stiff and swollen, so I guess he didn’t find the experience totally awful. He licked the cream I’d left on his face, working for every drop. He even managed to get what was on the tip of his nose. I hadn’t realized Betra had such a long tongue. Maybe that’s what made him so good at going down.

  Oses sighed. “You’re still enjoying this too much, boy. However, I think I might know how to make you a good deal more uncomfortable.” He slid off the desk he’d been perched on. “Come here and bend over the desk.”

  I could tell Betra didn’t much like the sound of that. I frowned along with him. There was only one thing I could think Oses might do to him in that position, but it was something he’d sworn not to do.

  Betra climbed to his feet. The battle was on once more as to whether or not he could trust our Nobek friend. His steps were reluctant as he went to the desk. As he approached, Oses backed away, staying out of arm’s reach. That seemed to settle Betra’s mind a little; he bent over the desk without more than a second’s hesitation.

  “Shalia, I need you to go to him.” Oses smiled his evil smile at the Imdiko looking up at him from his vulnerable posture. “This boy has been very naughty. He needs a spanking.”

  “Um,” I said. “I have a problem with doing damage, if you’ll recall?”

  Oses chuckled. “You’ll spank him with your hand, as you would a mischievous child. Chances are, you’ll hurt your hand more than his ass. The hits to his pride are what count.”

  A shudder passed through Betra’s body, but he said nothing. Even though his face was turned to Oses and away from me, I had every idea he wore that embarrassed/hungry look on his face. The humiliation thing was in play again.

  I got up and crossed over to him. Standing next to the Imdiko, I could indeed see his flushed face was filled with want. At least I wasn’t supposed to mark him. Ew. I thought I could handle swatting that gorgeous, muscled ass okay though.

  “Brush that bit of hair off his face,” Oses told me. “I want to see everything he feels.”

  I did so. “How many smacks am I dealing out?” I asked.

  “I’ll decide that as we go along. But if it does start to hurt you, you may quit at that point.”

  “Okay. Say when.”

  “Go ahead.”

  Betra breathed faster and faster. I wondered how hard it was for him to deal with his conflicting desires. It must be confusing to want to be humiliated and yet have such a controlling streak at the same time. How does a person cope with that? I supposed Betra had pretty much denied the whole humiliation kink until just now.

  I lifted my hand and thought about where I would hit him first. The cheek farthest from me looked like a good place to start, all rounded and smooth and muscle-y. My preference was more for stroking that beautifully sculpted masterpiece, but this was not about me. So I let him have it.

  My hand smacked satisfyingly against that pretty butt cheek. Betra didn’t jump as I’d hoped, but he twitched a little.

  I hit him again, on the other cheek. This time I got no reaction at all. Well, sheesh. I pretty much sucked as far as punishment went.

  Oses moved closer, kneeling on the floor and folding his arms on the surface of the desk. He laid his chin against his forearms and smiled unpleasantly at Betra. “Look at the bad Imdiko getting his ass spanked by a woman. Just like a naughty little child.”

  I smacked Betra again. This time he moaned a tiny bit.

  Oses’ gaze grew darker. “That’s right. You’re not a man. You’re just a kid, a misbehaving little runt who is getting what he deserves. And you’re going to lay there and take it, because you know what a brat you’ve been.”

  I was off the hook as far as doing Betra any actual harm. The bit of uneasiness I felt over being the actor of his punishment faded. I was there to give Oses something new to humiliate Betra with.

  I spanked my liaison to a rosy hue while Oses told him what a bad boy he’d been. Betra reacted by whimpering and moaning a lot, though his gaze never left the Nobek’s face. For a little while, I felt like little more than a piece of the furniture. Shalia, the spanking machine. But then I realized I was more than that. I had become an extension of Oses himself. He couldn’t touch Betra, so I became his hands. Earlier I’d been his pussy. I know, Oses doesn’t have one of those. Except through me, he did. With me, he could exact punishment that fulfilled both men.

  I realized that I could be a bridge upon which these two lonely men could meet halfway. Maybe their sad unrequited love could happen after all, at least for as long as I was on the ship.

  I felt a surge of responsibility to somehow make that happen. It led me to spank Betra long after my hands stung from the discipline. Finally, however, I had to call a halt to it.

  “His ass must be made of steel,” I groused to Oses. I pretended my heart wasn’t filled with hope for these two to somehow find a way to make their relationship work. I showed him my reddened palm.

  “You’ve spanked him enough. I think he’s gotten the idea of just what a bad little boy he is,” the Nobek said in a disgusted tone. The manner in which he spoke was for Betra’s benefit. There was nothing but adoration in his eyes for the Imdiko.

  “Now what are you going to do with him?” I asked.

  Oses grinned. “I’m going to have him be a nice prop for you while I fuck your lovely body. Get up on the desk, boy. Sit there and let Shalia lean back against you.”

  Betra straightened and turned around. He hopped up so that he sat on the desk with his legs hanging down. His cocks stood straight up, signaling his continued enjoyment of punishment.

  “Settle yourself between his legs, Shalia,” Oses invited me.

  He helped me get up on the edge of the desk, taking great care as he did so to not touch Betra. I squirmed back so that my back was supported by the Imdiko’s stomach and chest. His cocks were wet heat against my spine.

  “You are her support, boy,” Oses told Betra. “Our pretty girl needs to be kept comfortable while she takes my primary cock.”

  “Master?” Betra’s voice was tremulous.

  Oses’ look could have froze fire. I think he was displeased that Betra had spoken. “What, boy?”

  “If my arms were loose, I could brace myself better. Or help see to Shalia’s pleasure.”