Alien Indiscretions

by Tracy St. John

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

  Chapter 17

  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 sho
cked 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.

  She shook her head. “My Master will stop if I decide it’s too much. I trust that.”

  Joy that had nothing to do with lust flamed bright in Diltan’s heart. Trust. Nothing but love itself could compare with such a gift. It thrilled him to his core.

  He caressed her face, letting touch speak the tenderness absent from his words. “Very well then, my sweet slave. Ten spanks for your pretty pussy, naughty girl. You will thank me for each one or I add on more. Do you understand?”

  Her eyes shone. “Yes, Master.”

  Diltan leaned away so that he had easy access to her pussy. He looked at the beautiful flesh spayed open before him, awaiting its correction. Juices slid from between those tender petals. Wet. For him. Eager to please.

  It was a good thing his dicks were already out of his pants, bobbing before him with the veins knotting the skin. They were painful enough with being confined.

  Diltan took a deep breath. He cupped his hand and raised it. Cissy’s eye widened, her mouth dropped open as if in preparation to scream, and her body tensed. However she kept herself open for him.

  He clapped his hand against Cissy’s pussy. Cupping the palm meant he struck less surface area. He also made sure to avoid her clit, which would be more sensitive than the rest of her flesh. Diltan struck sharp enough to sting ... hopefully the kind of sting she enjoyed.

  Her sudden inhalation was punctuated by a little cry of hurt. Cissy jerked, her ass thudding against the tabletop. Yet she kept her legs open for him.

  A single tear crept from the corner of one eye. Diltan waited to hear if she would show gratitude or cry for him to stop.

  In a breathless voice higher pitched than he’d heard from her before, Cissy said, “Thank you, Master.”

  He smiled with delight. “You are welcome, Cecilia. Nine more to go.”

  * * * *

  Cissy’s body was a maelstrom of differing sensations. Her pussy throbbed from the first strike, heat rampaging through the flesh. It hurt even though she knew Diltan had held back. Yet the warmth of it enticed her, pulsing through her core in exciting waves.

  Even more enthralling was offering herself for punishment. Cissy knew that she could speak one word and Diltan would stop. She could let go of her ankles, get up off the table, and walk away. Yet here she lay, on her back beneath a much stronger man, allowing his control to force her to submit to his discipline. She was there because he wanted her there.

  Did Diltan have any idea the power owned over her? Did he realize that with one severe look, she wanted to crumble to his every whim? That with the imposing tone he adopted when they played in this manner, he robbed her of all strength?

  If he had the least idea, he didn’t abuse it. Instead, he invited her to return to her rational mind, to weigh the consequences of what they did. Before the first strike, he had insisted she be sure she wanted this. After the first smack of his hand to her tender parts, he waited to be sure she wanted to continue.

  Dramok Diltan was a snob, a jerk, and a schemer. He also cared. About her.

  It made it so easy to sink into the role of his slave, his property with no choice but to do as she was told. Even giving herself over for chastisement, holding herself helpless for correction as he spanked her throbbing pussy.

  His hand clapped down again, sending dull agony to reverberate through her. Cissy cried out, tears springing to her eyes and rolling free. In the wake of that pain came the glow of sublime heat once more. Cissy’s yelp resolved into a throaty moan as need tumbled through her belly.

  I am his. I must please my Master. I must give everything of myself for his pleasure.

  “Thank you, Master,” she whispered, adoring everything about him; his strength, his power, even his brutality in punishing her for such a minor transgression. He became her world.

  Another smack descended on her waiting flesh. This time the pain was not unpleasant. It was still intense, but more enthralling than torment. She opened her legs wider as she said, “Thank you, Master.”

  Another one. Cissy’s hips rose to greet it, and her crotch suffused with brightness at the harsh contact. She moaned her thanks throatily, grateful for every sweet throb.

  Diltan’s next strike hit much lighter than the ones that had come before, but this time his fingertips landed on her clit. Pain returned in a rush, poignant and immediate. Cissy writhed and screamed with the excruciating blast. Tears poured from her eyes. Her pussy flexed, trying to orgasm. When no further stimulation happened the near climax backed away, leaving Cissy jerking on the tabletop.

  “Thank you, Master! Thank you!” she screamed when she was able to form words again.

  Diltan chuckled. “You beautiful creature,” she thought he said before he swatted her crotch again, this time not touching her clit.

  Cissy spread her thighs as far as she could, wordlessly inviting him to slap her still-spasming clit. She did not dare ask him for it though. She was being punished. She was Diltan’s slave. It was not her place to ask him for anything.

  She sobbed when he spanked beneath her clit again, denying her the awful glory of real hurt. The next one was the same. And the next. Her sex was on fire, feeling swollen and pulsing, but it was not the torment she wanted.

  “Last one,” Diltan said.

  At last, he swatted her sensitive nub again. Anguish filled Cissy’s gut as pain bolted through her. Heat seared and her body reached, straining for the dissolution that wanted to come with it. She shrieked as climax brushed up against her ... and retreated once more. Cissy was left sobbing her final ‘thank you’ as her legs tumbled limp from her fading grasp.

  Diltan stripped off his shirt and lowered his pants to his ankles, displaying that heart-stopping body that matched his face. His cocks were livid, straining towards her as if they would tear themselves right off the Dramok’s groin in order to get at Cissy.

  He grinned at her, the look both mocking and sinister. “I’m going to fuck this naughty slave now. I am going to fuck my Cecilia hard.”

  Cissy felt a stab of terror as the man loomed over her like a sexual demon. Her body clamored for what he promised. “Thank you, Master,” tumbled from her lips.

  Diltan grabbed her legs, draping them over his muscled forearms. He dragged her close, aiming those twin rams at her pussy and ass. It was only then that Cissy remembered she hadn’t been prepared anally. Was she still stretched enough from this morning?

  The question was moot. Diltan let go of one leg to gather his cocks in his hand. He positioned them both to enter her sex.

  Cissy gasped. She’d never been taken that way before. She wasn’t sure she could handle it, especially if Diltan was going to take her hard.

  Yet for all his threats Diltan eased in carefully, teasing her open in small increments. Cissy groaned as she was stuffed full, the doubled girth rubbing against her interior walls. About halfway in, she felt a little strained to accept the two cocks. Fortunately, she and Diltan were both sopping wet, easing things. It didn’t ache until he was almost all the way in.

  “Take it,” Diltan said, his gaze intent on her face. “Relax and take me. You want this. Your body will adjust.”

  He was right. He paused every few seconds, giving Cissy a chance to absorb him. The ache remained mild enough that it fed into the ex
citement of the moment, enhancing rather than detracting from her desire. Pain was its own pleasure, she discovered. Pain delivered by a commanding and yet conscientious man, at any rate.

  Diltan’s groin met Cissy’s. He smiled approval, making her warm all over. “Very good, slave. Very, very good.”

  Then he pulled outward, dragging that thick heaviness through her sheath, finding all the sensitive places within. Electrified, Cissy’s whole body seized.

  “That’s it,” Diltan said, his voice breathless. He stopped just before his smaller cock could lose its place inside her and shoved back in.

  His strength grew with every stroke, thrusting harder and faster each time. The steady friction rubbing inside made it feel as if every hair on Cissy’s body stood straight up. Next to Diltan’s bunched shoulders, her toes curled tight. She shouted an accompaniment to every smack their meeting bodies made.

  “Play with your clit,” Diltan snarled, fangs appearing behind his flatter teeth. “Make yourself come for me, girl.”

  Cissy was on the brink already. Her hands flew to her crotch, fingers reaching. It only took a light, feathery brush.

  She strained to deliver the orgasm, a huge billow of sensation that fought to escape her. It felt as if it would tear her apart in its violent attempt to rip loose. Cissy screamed as convulsions rumbled through her, each one stronger than the last.

  Diltan pounded into her over and over, feeding the frenzy. Then his cocks jerked inside her, as if possessing their own separate lives. He came inside her, filling her with his seed, releasing into her, his temporary possession.

  They yelled and shuddered against each other for what felt like an eternity, forcing pleasure from each other’s bodies until Cissy’s body went limp and Diltan sagged over her. They lay groaning for a while after that, their chests moving in tandem as they heaved for air.

  Little by little, Cissy’s thoughts reassembled themselves. She blinked up at the far-off ceiling with its intricately lit patterns.