Almost against my wishes my head nodded, giving Dusa permission to do with me what he wanted. Part of me – okay, I’ll be honest – most of me was happy to yield everything to him. My lower parts clenched in anticipation.
“Good girl,” Dusa said, and his approval made me feel like I’d done the right thing.
He continued fondling my breasts. He bent over to stroke them with his tongue, the rough flesh rasping over them. My nipples engorged, delighting in the pleasure. Dusa suckled on one, the tip of his tongue dancing over it. Then he did the same to the other. Every touch seemed to transmit directly to my sex. Even as I moaned under his sweet enticements, my guts churned nervously. My lover had promised pain as well, and it made every sensation that much more acute.
Dusa released his mouthful of breast. His gaze trained on my face, he flicked his tongue over the tip of my nipple, whipping it fast to send darts of the purest pleasure down into my belly. His finger and thumb closed over the other nipple as he did this, and he slowly applied pressure. I groaned, caught up in the thrills charging through my body.
The pinching continued to tighten, resolving into an ache. I gasped. It was beginning to hurt. A splinter of heat speared into that breast, even as the other continued to receive the thrill of Dusa’s lashing tongue. I whimpered.
The vise of his finger and thumb bore down harder. Dusa watched me intently as I trembled. Dull pain suffused where he pinched, throbbing with my heartbeat. The sting caused tears to spring to my eyes.
He relented, releasing my smarting nipple. His mouth went to it, sucking gently, soothing the sting. At the same time, he seized the other one and began squeezing it as he had the first. Again, pain pulsed from the rude grip. This time he didn’t stop until a tear escaped my watering eye.
“Good girl, “ he breathed, kissing the hurt away. “Good girl.”
Much like when he and Esak had spanked me before, I felt a mild wash of euphoria. I thought it might be the influence of endorphins, released to assuage the pain of rough use. It felt good. I wanted more.
Dusa kissed the tip of each breast, then sat up. A hand flashed, and there was the sharp sound of flesh slapping flesh. An instant later, I felt the slight sting of his strike on the side of my right breast. My breath caught.
He slapped the other one. Another slight sting. A groan that might have been pain or pleasure escaped from behind my gag.
Those big hands swatted my breasts in turn, quickly, lightly. Almost gently, in fact. Dusa’s gaze shifted from my chest to my face, watching me take the tender discipline and gauging my reaction. My skin warmed under the lightning-fast strikes. Little by little, the slaps gained in power until he was spanking the shivering mounds, making them red and hot.
I felt no pain, just the burn and occasional twinge of discomfort. I felt almost stoned, my senses submerging in bliss. The endorphin hit was full force now. Dusa’s power display had me aroused. I thrust my chest up, inviting more of his mastery.
“Yes,” he growled, his fangs peeking out from behind his lips. “Give yourself to me. Make yourself entirely mine.”
When my breasts were scorching hot, Dusa ended the swats. I whimpered a soft protest. Some kind of switch had been thrown in my head, and all I wanted to do was show him how I belonged to him. That I would give him everything just to make him happy. That I would endure all for him.
“Sweet, sweet Shalia,” he breathed. His cocks had his formsuit stretched so taut I thought they might rip right through the fabric. “You are such a gift.”
Dusa moved down to kneel between my splayed legs. His fingers slid down my open slit, finding me soaked with need. “Very good, my pretty. I will test you further and let you prove how much you wish to serve me and my need to master you.”
I nodded frantically. Nothing mattered but Dusa’s satisfaction. I had never been so out of my mind to please anyone in my life.
He plucked at my clit, and rapture made me jerk in reaction. That nubbin sizzled with ecstasy at his touch. My guts seized for an instant, ready to make a swift dash for release. Dusa didn’t let go, but he stilled all movement so that my sex hummed with pleasure without falling over the precipice. Meanwhile, his other hand stroked through my intimate folds, exploring the petals as if to memorize every curve. I was drenched with juices.
Dusa released my clit and stopped caressing my pussy. His hand flashed, and there was a light clapping sound. The next instant heat suffused my secret flesh where he’d struck. A thunderclap of painful ecstasy slammed into me, taking me right to the verge of climax. I screamed against my gag as my lower parts clenched, trying to realize orgasm that wavered just out of reach.
Dusa stroked the top of my mound, well away from my shuddering pussy. I wrenched against my binds, desperate to find release. I made desperate choking sounds when the pulsing pleasure ebbed instead.
When I stopped writhing and moaning, Dusa stroked my engorged clit with the lightest of touches. I shivered at the effervescent pleasure bubbling through my body. I couldn’t hold a coherent thought in my head. Everything was sensation; pure, unadulterated feeling.
Dusa’s hand flashed. Strong contact blasted through my sex. Another flash. And another. The light strikes peppered faster than I could follow with my eyes, but my pussy and clit recorded every spank that landed on them.
No pain. Only a fierce concentration of intensity that billowed big until it blew through me like an explosion. I came with Dusa smacking my tender flesh, shrieking fit to blow the ceiling off had the gag not muffled me.
It was some time later that his voice brought me back to reality. “Shalia? Can you hear me, my pretty?”
I blinked. He was laying on top of me, his naked body pressed to mine, his eyes gazing intently at my face. I was still tied and gagged, so all I could do was nod.
“You left me there for awhile,” Dusa said. His smile was sly. “Was it a nice trip, my pretty?”
I was still having trouble assembling my thoughts. They were thick and sludgy, and my body hummed happily, feeling all glowy and warm. I floated with only my lover’s weight and the ties on my wrists and ankles to keep me on Earth.
I finally managed to nod again, and Dusa chuckled. “You are so sweet. I—” he swallowed and stopped himself. “I am glad we’ve been able to share all we have,” he finally said.
He kissed the tip of my nose, then raised up so he could adjust his cocks to enter me. With a sigh, he slipped inside. My flesh was still hectic with sensitivity, and I warbled a cry as he filled me tight with himself.
Dusa lay back down on me, keeping most of his weight on elbows and knees. He moved his hips steadily, taking his time as he pleasured himself with my body. His lips kissed all over my face, as if in worship. He never varied the speed or intensity of the taking, letting passion rise slow and sure until he spilled groaning into my trembling flesh.
He untied me and pulled the gag from my mouth. Then Dusa settled back on me. We fell asleep that way, my body pillowing him and his body blanketing mine. We woke this morning with just enough time to make love again before Dusa had to head off for his work shift.
What a night. It’s hard to be back in the real world again after all that, but not hearing from Esak or his squad yet has brought me thudding back to Earth. I hope he’s okay. Please God, let him be okay.
October 8, later
Commander Nang is back to being a butt. I wonder what the penalty is for strangling a Dramok?
Oh, why do I even bother being offended? After all, I’ve given the man every indication just how attractive I find him. I’ve even told him flat out. I sure wish he’d cut me a little slack and stop tempting me though.
The trouble started when he stopped by to see me and Mom at Medical. I was standing outside, enjoying the sun for a few minutes. Mom’s condition has been pronounced stabilized, and they’re working on some therapy with her. That Kalquorian medicine is amazing. Sure, ‘therapy’ only consists of getting Mom to attempt to open that droopy eyelid, lifting the c
orner of her mouth, and twitching fingers and toes, but that she’s out of danger is terrific. I felt pretty okay about them kicking me out for twenty minutes or so while they work with her.
“I see you’re not hovering today,” came that deep voice I know all too well. “Matara Eve must be doing well.”
I turned and smiled at Nang. “Good enough for some exercises, which I was politely asked to not attend. How are you?”
He blew out a breath. “Still dealing with this new threat outside our base. The tracking squads found what looked like a very large encampment last night, recently abandoned. The signs went in all different directions from there, so we’re having trouble pinning the attackers down. They’ve split into smaller groups.”
No wonder Esak hasn’t been heard from yet. I offered the one good point I could think of. “If they’re on the move, then they aren’t shooting at us.”
“There is that. Maybe I’ll get a chance to get you into my office to help me work on my presentation soon.”
I frowned at him. “I thought we had that pretty much pinned down?”
He shrugged. “I want every little detail to be perfect. It’s going to take a lot more for me to convince Earthers Kalquor means no harm than it did for you to convince Kalquorians we were coming on a bit strong to your people.”
He had a point. “So why don’t you send me what you’ve got so far and I’ll look it over? Once everything looks just right, you can rehearse it in front of me.”
“I’d rather just work on it with you right there.” Nang’s smile had that roguish quality that set off warning bells for me.
“Are you sure it’s your presentation you’re talking about?”
The bad boy didn’t even try to mask his ulterior motives. “Well, if you ended up under me naked, that would be more to my liking.”
I scowled. Most of my good feelings about him coming over to check on Mom’s condition evaporated. “We are not having this conversation again, Nang. The answer is still no.”
“I bet you’d change your mind if those younglings weren’t around.” His grin didn’t dim for an instant.
I got mad, mostly because I knew he was right. There is just something about Nang that makes me turn to goo inside. Hot, melting, aching goo. If there were no Dusa and Esak, I’d probably be camping out in the commander’s office.
I stamped my foot like a five-year-old. “Nang, go back to work before I say something ugly to you.”
He chuckled. “Yes, my sweet, tempestuous Shalia.” He turned away, and I caught myself looking at that gorgeous, sculpted ass. Stupid, bodyhugging formsuit uniform. I wish Kalquorians would wear something a little more concealing.
Who am I kidding? I’d cry if they wore anything else.
I should have known better, but I just had to stop him. “Tell me something, you big, overbearing creep.”
Nang stopped and looked at me, his smile expectant. “Yes, my beauty?”
“Why do you keep trying with me? Why don’t you give up? Isn’t it frustrating?”
He laughed and shook his head. “On the contrary. The building anticipation is quite enjoyable. Plus, it gives me more time to plan what I’m going to do with you when you finally give in to me.”
With that he walked off, leaving me fuming. And hot and bothered. I know I keep saying it, but damn that man!
October 9
Joy! Esak is back, safe and sound. He’s exhausted from getting no sleep since he left, but he’s in one piece. Life is very, very good.
He showed up in Mom’s room first thing, not five minutes after I’d arrived there myself. I was touched that he came to see how she was doing right away. He even held off comming Dusa to let him know he’d returned. The first thing on Esak’s agenda was giving me a hug and getting all the good reports on Mom’s continued recovery.
“You are such a strong woman, Matara Eve,” Esak told her, taking her hand. “Nobek strong.”
She gave him a half-smile with the side of her mouth that works. Then she whispered, “You look tired. Go to bed.”
It was the most she’d said at one time since the stroke. Esak bent and pressed his lips to her forehead. “I will, now that I know you are all right. May I steal Shalia for a few seconds?”
She kind of twitched her good hand to wave us off, so we stepped outside. There, Esak commed both Dusa and Weln to let them know he was back on site. They said they would meet him at Medical.
While we waited, Esak gathered me in his arms. Quiet as usual, he simply held me, seeming to take comfort in our embrace. I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face against his chest. His musky scent filled my senses. I was so glad he was okay.
Moments later, I heard Dusa’s voice. “It is good to have you back, my Nobek.”
I leaned back to see Esak smile at his very relieved looking clanmate, who put one hand on Esak’s shoulder and one on my head. Esak answered, “It is good to be back, my Dramok. I’ll be here on site for the next week, at least. I am on guard duty at one of the service gates while they send other trackers out to resume hunting the trail.”
That statement made Dusa happy. “Excellent.” He bent to kiss me. “How is your mother today, Shalia?”
“Doing great. She spoke to Esak and ordered him to get some sleep.”
Dusa regarded his Nobek. “I think that’s a good idea. You look exhausted.”
“I’ll go to our quarters as soon as I say hello to Weln. Here he comes now.”
The Imdiko joined us, his smile bright to see Esak in one piece. “Welcome back, my friend. I was worried.”
“There is good reason to be.” The Nobek’s face darkened. “All evidence points to a very large number of Earthers banded against us.”
“How many?” Dusa asked. His brows knit together.
“Hundreds. As many as five hundred, perhaps.”
I gasped and the other two men looked ill. “That’s nearly as many as us,” Dusa said.
“We believe they’re heavily armed. If we can find them a shockwave will settle them quickly, but they don’t want to be found.” Esak scowled. “We messed up, somehow. The encampment they abandoned looked to have been quit very quickly. It was almost as if they were warned we were on the way.”
Weln was quick to soothe him. “I’m sure it was no mistake of yours. It was probably a chance sighting of the scouting teams.”
“Perhaps.” Esak’s attention went to me, and his grip tightened. “Everyone here is in danger. Security is tightening. Anyone wishing to leave or come into the Academy grounds must now be approved by Commander Nang.”
“I have no intention of going anywhere,” I said. “I doubt anyone else will either. I’m betting the Earthers living here would be considered traitors by the those outside.” I frowned as a new, alarming thought crossed my mind. “Does that mean you’re bringing in no more refugees? Will the Earthers who want to be evacuated be turned away?”
Esak blew out a breath. “Of course we’re still taking in Earthers. That’s why we’re here, to rescue you all. But now any who come in requesting food and shelter will be escorted to a holding area, scanned for weapons, and interviewed before they’re given a run of the place like the rest of you. We have to make sure no one who is a spy or wants to take the place down from the inside gets that opportunity.”
“Do you know if that has an effect on my operations? I haven’t checked in yet,” Dusa said.
Esak nodded. “For now it does. The search and rescue teams are restricted to the grounds until the threat has been dealt with.”
Dusa snarled a few Kalquorian words under his breath, no doubt very choice words. Then he said, “I was trying to coax in half a dozen Mataras. They need help. The food I left them won’t last more than a few days, and it’s getting harder for them to scavenge.”
Weln patted his back, but he looked worried too. “Maybe the trackers will find these fighters quickly, and they’ll be disbanded.”
Esak nodded, looking more tired than ever. “T
hat’s the hope. I’m sorry I brought back such bad news.”
I hugged him harder than ever, wanting to wipe the dispirited look from his face. “Seeing you more than makes up for it. Why don’t you go get some rest now? You’ll feel more optimistic after some sleep.”
He smiled at me, vanquishing the worry aging his young face. “I think I will. I start my duties on the gate tomorrow night.”
“Get to bed,” Dusa told him. “You have a lot of rest to make up. I’ll check in with my supervisor to get my changed orders and join you if I’m able.”
Esak nodded. He gave me a kiss goodbye, and then Dusa did the same. The two men left.
Weln sighed and looked up at the blue sky that seemed to promise nothing but goodness. “I’m regretting my wish to be made tougher, Shalia,” he said. “When it puts others in danger, it doesn’t seem like such a good goal.”
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