Not necessarily, I thought. However, I could tell Oses had made up his mind on that score.
“So if that thing is not a ghost, what would it have been?” I asked my friend.
“Someone still among the living,” Oses said. “Everyone’s description of this entity in the club sounded very much like a Kalquorian running at full speed. It was the right size, and according to what you and Heather have both seen, the right shape.”
“But how is it disappearing at will?” I asked. “No Kalquorian can do that. Plus it somehow got in Candy and my rooms without triggering the announce. I know the door never opened to let it escape!”
“That is the mystery that needs to be solved,” Oses admitted. “I will have to go over security vids carefully to see if I can figure it out.”
I wasn’t convinced. Kalquorians do not walk through walls, like Megan had seen happen a few days ago. Still, Oses wasn’t staring at me like I’d grown two heads. He believed I’d seen something.
Speaking of the unbelievers, it was then that Betra showed up. The door announce went off, and his voice rang in the room. “Commander, it’s Betra.”
“Enter.” Oses’ expression was guarded as my liaison stepped into the room.
Betra blew out a breath to see me there. “Katrina just told me a group of you were threatened as you looked over your options for a club. Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.” Considering how worried the Imdiko obviously was, my tone was too clipped. But damn it, he’d hurt me.
Betra heard it and flinched a touch. His gaze went to Oses. “What was it?”
“Unknown at this time. You should have reported the break-in of Shalia’s room, Imdiko.” Oses was severe.
Betra flinched again. “I had planned to, but I kept forgetting. I wasn’t even sure it was a break-in.”
“You didn’t think it happened at all,” I pouted.
He blushed. “I thought – the nightmares and everything – damn it, you said the person disappeared into thin air.”
“Yeah well, it turned out I was right,” I said frostily.
My liaison looked shamed. “I fucked up. I’m sorry.”
I didn’t want to stay mad at Betra, not when he looked that contrite. Truth be told, I had flaked out pretty bad after being taken away by Finiuld. I suppose Betra had good reason to doubt my story of dark scary shadows that came and went with no evidence to back me up.
“Fine,” I sighed. “Apology accepted.”
“Not so fast,” Oses said. “I think you are due some discipline for failing to report, Betra.”
The Imdiko’s eyes widened. “You – you do?”
“It’s an egregious lapse of security for any Matara, particularly one who is pregnant.”
Betra’s shoulders slumped. “You’re right. Shall I wait for you to write up your report so I can sign it?”
Oses eyed him contemplatively. “I suppose we could do the official reprimand, if you like. However, I am willing to not file a report and have it show up on your record.”
Betra blinked. “That’s very kind of you, Commander.”
“You will still be punished. Privately.”
Anger moved onto the Imdiko’s expression. “I am not fucking you—”
“No, you will fuck Shalia.”
Betra now looked as confused as I felt. I scowled at the Nobek. “Since when is fucking me a punishment, you big goon?” I asked.
Oses’ mouth quirked in a brief smile. “Since Betra can’t have control. Do you remember being in charge of me when we were prisoners, Shalia?”
Boy, did I. I’d been forced to dominate and have sex with Oses for an audience. The sex part was good, but I hadn’t enjoyed being in charge.
I told Oses as much. “I’m not an on-top kind of girl,” I said.
“No, and Betra is certainly not an on-bottom kind of man from what you’ve told me.” The weapons commander gazed at the worried-looking Imdiko. “Shalia says you are every bit as controlling as I am.”
Betra nodded uncertainly. “I prefer to be in charge of my sexual partners.”
“Not this time. I will be in charge of you both. You get to play with Shalia, but I call the shots. And I will decide if you get to climax or not.”
Betra’s eyes went as wide as mine. “Wait a damned minute—”
Oses shrugged. “The choice is yours. I can write you up and you’ll have to face disciplinary measures as well as a permanent mark on your record, or we can resolve this quietly here and now.” He grinned, looking more shark than man. “What’s the big deal, Imdiko? You said you enjoy being watched.”
“Yes, but – but I don’t like—” Betra looked from Oses to me. “You told him!”
I was confused. “I told him what?”
“That I was interested in hearing about when you topped him during your captivity. You knew I was planning something.”
“Betra, I have no idea what you are talking about. I remember you and I discussing that and you did seem interested, but beyond that, you’ve lost me.” It was true. I was clueless.
Oses was not. His grin got bigger. “So, you wanted to do the same thing, except you would be in control of me. Imdiko, did you really think you could get the upper hand on a man such as myself?”
Betra’s face turned red – whether in anger or humiliation, I couldn’t tell. “I wanted to give Shalia something I knew she’d enjoy. Both of us at the same time. I thought you’d like it too, even if you and I weren’t touching.”
The Nobek fairly purred. “Oh, I like it, all right. I appreciate that you would be willing to give me such a gift. But I’ll be the one giving orders, not you.”
Betra stood there, his expression ranging from fury to anxiety ... and when he looked at me, there was want as well. For my part I waited silently, wondering where this crazy situation would end up. I had hopes that it would be with my legs in the air, but that goes without saying.
After a few moments of emotional struggle, Betra’s shoulders sagged. “You won’t touch me?”
Oses looked him over like an awarded trophy. “Not one finger. I’ll busy myself with Shalia.”
Woohoo!
Betra hunched even more. It was like watching a turtle trying to back his head into his shell. “Lock the damned door. I swear that if anyone finds out about this, I’ll mangle you.”
With the pleased tone of a man closing a lucrative deal, Oses said, “Door, lock.”
It beeped obediently. I folded my arms over my chest and called up a severe look to glare at the Nobek with. “I don’t recall you checking with me to see if I’m up for this. Or am I being punished too?”
Oses smirked at me. “To paraphrase your earlier question, since when is sex with Betra or me punishment?”
He had me there. Oh well. Let the chastisement of the Imdiko begin.
Sensing his victory, the weapons commander returned his attention to Betra. “Strip, lovely boy. All the way down.”
For a moment Betra just stood there. I thought he might change his mind and take the official reprimand. Instead, he gathered his pride and made himself stand up straight. He still wouldn’t look at Oses, but his shoulders were back and his head held high again. He lifted a leg and yanked at the black boot that came to mid-shin. I was impressed that Betra never wavered. I don’t have that kind of balance even when I’m not front-heavy with baby.
My liaison got his boots off in record time. Now that Betra was committed to enduring discipline, he undressed quickly. He opened his formsuit at the throat seam and the armored fabric purred apart, running in a straight line from neck to groin. He peeled himself free of the uniform and tossed it in a corner.
I’ve seen Betra naked more times than I can count, but that didn’t keep me from enjoying the view. Betra’s body is stunning. Wide shoulders, strong arms, flat belly, beautifully sculpted ass ... yow. There is nothing wrong with that Imdiko.
Despite not being very happy on an emotional level, his body looked plenty delighted ri
ght then. His cocks were swollen, gleaming with lubricant, and standing out from his groin. It was at complete odds with the grim look on his face.
Oses came around the desk and prowled around Betra, taking in the view with deliberate concentration. No doubt that Nobek wanted to run his hands all over that amazing body. I saw his fingers twitch. The front of his pants started to tent.
For his part, Betra stood there and endured the examination. I saw a muscle twitch in his set jaw, but he made no complaints. He didn’t flinch, though I had the insight that he wanted to move away from wherever Oses was at the moment. I also knew that if the weapons commander laid so much as a finger on Betra, fists would start flying. The Imdiko was on edge.
Oses stopped in front of Betra and pointedly stared at the other man’s cocks. My liaison’s face turned blistering red at the blatant ogling. Yet he seemed to grow even more erect and wet under the scrutiny. I blinked in surprise.
Oses shot me a look and grinned. “Betra isn’t turned on simply by being watched. I believe he has a weakness for humiliation as well.”
“Can we get this over with?” Betra snarled. He somehow managed to get even redder.
“I expect you to be a good boy for me, and that includes respect in your comments,” Oses said. His look was pleasant, but there was a note of warning in his tone. “In fact, during this time you may refer to me as ‘Master’. I will call you ‘boy’ so there is no question of who is in control here. Is that clear?”
Betra shook with suppressed rage. Yet his pricks jerked, as if excited by the way things were going. He was battling two different instincts: one of pride, which made him want to beat the shit out of Oses. The other inclination was need, however. Behind the mask of fury was a hint of want so deep and profound that I thought this part of Betra’s makeup had never been addressed before.
Oh my goodness. Things were getting interesting.
Finally Betra managed to choke out, “Yes, Master. You are in control.”
“Good boy. Touch yourself for me. Stroke your cocks.”
Betra’s shoulders hunched again, but he obeyed. A hand went to each of his cocks, and he masturbated himself in front of Oses. His gaze was locked on the floor.
Oses sat on the edge of his desk. The slight smile on his face was pure danger. His was the attitude of a man who expected to enjoy every moment of this conquest. He might not be getting all he wanted from his beloved Imdiko, but he reveled in what he could have.
“Look at me, boy. Look me in the eyes as you handle yourself.”
Betra grimaced. For a long second, I thought he would disobey. With effort, he dragged his gaze up so that he looked Oses in the face. He continued to pull on his cocks. I saw a drop of pre-cum form at the tip of the larger one. The Imdiko’s expression was that of a trapped and frightened youth, one who was mortified by the situation ... but in his eyes was another look. Desire.
Not for Oses to touch him. I knew Betra’s sexual dislike of other men was a definite piece of his personality. However, being made to do this embarrassing act in front of Oses – for Oses – was serving something else that was a part of him.
I couldn’t quite fathom it. If it had been me being told to do something I found shameful, I would be out the door in an instant. I couldn’t do what Betra was doing, no way, no how, no sir.
But watching another person deal with the indignity ... willingly putting himself in the hands of a man he knew was bent on punishing him, one who would subject him to even more humiliation ... well, I won’t deny I found that exciting. I could barely breathe as I waited to see what Oses would have Betra do next. Especially since I knew Oses had a cruel streak a mile wide.
“Does it feel good, boy? Do you enjoy playing with yourself for my amusement?” Oses asked in a low voice.
Betra swallowed hard. He fought for every word. “Yes ... yes, Master.”
“It could be I might tell you to do something you cannot manage. I can be quite inventive, as Shalia will attest to. What will you tell me if we reach that point?”
I didn’t miss the relief in the Imdiko’s eyes. I was glad Oses gave him an out if things got to be too much for him. With Betra’s history of sexual abuse, who knew what might set him off?
Betra thought for a moment. “I will say ‘laser’.”
Oses nodded. “That’s a good word that doesn’t fit our situation. I will not mistake it if you call it out.” He gave Betra’s body another long, evaluating look, one that made the Imdiko visibly shrink. And yet that drop of pre-cum formed at the tip of his larger cock grew larger. Betra definitely had a lust-hate thing going on with performing at Oses’ dictates.
The Nobek’s gaze swung in my direction. Uh oh.
“Shalia, come over here to my boy. He’s going to undress you for me.”
Betra looked at me as I joined him in front of Oses. His expression was both eager and scared ... funny, that’s kind of how I felt, and I wasn’t on the weapons commander’s shit list. I had no idea what our mutual tormentor might have in store for us.
Oses looked at us, side by side. That slight, knowing smile was enough to give a Tragoom the heebie-jeebies. How could anyone look so mundane and evil all at the same time?
Oses nodded to Betra. “Boy, strip her. Not with your hands,” he added as Betra started to reach for me. “They are a mess from playing with yourself. In fact, I want you to lick those clean, boy.”
The Imdiko’s hands were slick from his lubrication. He looked at them and hesitated. I wondered if he would use his escape word. Yet he’d kissed me plenty of times after I’d sucked on his cocks, which meant he’d had a taste of himself before. I know he’d never take a cock in his mouth, but there was no real reason for Betra to be squeamish – well, except for the man staring him down only a couple feet away.
He didn’t speak. Instead he touched his tongue tentatively to his thumb and licked it. I detected him wrinkling his nose just a tiny bit, but he seemed okay. He kept licking at his hands.
“Look at me, boy.” Oses’ command felt as if it jerked my spine. “Look at me while you taste yourself.”
There was that hunching motion from Betra’s shoulders again, but he obeyed. His primary cock now curled towards his stomach. He sucked the wet from his fingers and lapped his palms until Oses was satisfied he’d done an adequate job of it.
“All right boy, put your hands behind your back. Keep them there while you undress Shalia.”
Betra’s humiliation edged back for confusion. “But how – I mean, Master?”
Oses’ brow lifted. “Use your mouth, boy. Undress her with your mouth.”
“Oh. Yes, Master.”
A man using his mouth to undress a woman sounds sexy as hell. In truth it is – but it’s also awkward. I felt sorry for Betra as he struggled to get my blouse up over my head. If I’d known this was going to happen, I would have worn something with a looser neckline. Even worse was the wraparound skirt ... I’d tied it off in a knot. Not a tight one, fortunately, or Betra might still be tugging at it with his teeth. Then the bra with its hooks – oh boy. The only thing that didn’t give that poor Imdiko fits were my panties. They slid off rather easily.
He’d knelt at my feet to get those off and remained there when I stepped out, freeing my ankles of the silky fabric. Betra’s gaze rested on my rounded belly. He had that worshipful expression on his face again. That man adores my pregnancy. It makes me wonder if he’d find me half as alluring if I wasn’t expecting.
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