Best of all, I’ve got time to spend with my prospective clan under less stressful circumstances. Yesterday, Aslada and I began work on his first vid project: getting a second Matara Complex established in his territory. We brainstormed ideas, put together an outline for the project, and had members of his staff get to work on the budget.
Another delightful turn has been making love without feeling the desperate need for escaping stress. Looking back on the first couple of times we were together, I feel I was frantically using Clan Aslada to hide from all the anxiety that came with Mom’s slow recovery. Sex has become much more honest, much more about us. Maybe it’s not as relaxed yet as we’d like it to be. We’re still juggling timing because I have to plan around spending time with Mom, Anrel, and Clan Serndi. But things are loosening up, and no one, least of all me, has anything to complain about. Our naughty parts mesh together quite well, thank you very much.
Like I told Aslada, Meyso, and Jaon, getting to know each other under less than ideal circumstances has been something of an advantage. This testing so early in our courtship has allowed us to get to know each other quicker than we might otherwise have. So far, so good. The guys are making a strong case for themselves as my happily-ever-after.
November 10
It has not been a good couple of days.
Mom started physical rehab. After months in stasis, she’s got no strength left. Each little exertion wipes her out. What she manages to do makes her sore as her muscles protest the unaccustomed work. She was not in great shape to start with, and full recovery is going to be a long, arduous road. Needless to say, she is frustrated at how weak she is, the pain she feels, and how far she has to go.
Before rehab, Mom had reached a kind of equilibrium. I don’t know how much was due to the operation that has regulated her chemical imbalances, behavioral therapy with Dr. Kini, and enjoying girl talk with Elwa. But her outbursts of anger had eased notably. I didn’t feel like I had to walk on eggshells all the time when I talked to her.
But the old Eve Monroe is back with a vengeance now that she’s struggling with regaining physical strength. She’s furious every waking moment of the day and cussing us all with the exceptions of Anrel and Elwa.
Guess who’s at the top of her shit list? That would be me.
“Why couldn’t you leave me the way I was?” she screamed when I walked in this morning. “Maybe I was happy not knowing what fucking day it was. Maybe I was better off wandering around without a clue. I’d have been better off staying on Earth and choking on the radiation, but no. You had to drag my ass out to this hell, letting these assholes poke around in my brain while you fucked everything in sight!”
That’s a small taste of the abuse I’ve had to deal with. If not for having the support group I have in Clan Aslada, Elwa and her guys, and Dr. Kini, I’d probably be yelling right back. Or worse, sobbing somewhere.
I keep reminding myself of what Feru said back on the Pussy ‘Porter. Mom doesn’t know how to be anything but angry or depressed. She may not be feeling those emotions as strongly as she used to, but they’ve always been her coping mechanism. Those old habits are not going to disappear overnight, especially since she’s back to resisting working with Dr. Kini. He’s a close second to me for being her whipping boy.
I’ve dealt with worse. I can handle this. It won’t last forever. She’ll get stronger and start feeling better again. We just have to get over this little bump in the road. Healing can be painful, but it is taking place. It’s all going to be fine.
November 14
Thank the prophets for Clan Aslada. They deserve to be sainted for being the wonderful men they are.
Mom continues to be belligerent with me. Yet she insists on me being around a lot of the time. Elwa is no longer enough for her. Not a surprise, since Mom won’t act ugly with her. Nope, the all the abuse is to be heaped on me. Elwa runs interference as much as she can and everyone insists I limit interactions with Mom since she gets so tuned up when I’m around. I’m still exhausted from dealing with her. My stress levels are off the charts. It doesn’t take the least little thing to make my raw nerves go off.
After I returned to the clan’s home after doing my daughterly duty today, I was in a pretty foul mood. When Aslada suggested a romantic dinner tonight and told me which gown he’d bought for me to wear, what jewelry would go well with it, and how to speak to people at this hoighty-toighty place where we were eating, I blew up. I went on a full rant, focused on him. Then I turned on all three of the men since Jaon and Meyso had offered unwanted suggestions for my appearance and conduct as well.
“That’s just great. Why don’t you tell me how to wear my hair? Why don’t you cut up my food for me? Chew it for me? Heaven knows, I can’t be trusted to make my own decisions or present myself to decent people. Any other tips so I don’t embarrass you in public? Should I not speak at all for fear of displaying my stupidity in fine company?”
In my defense, Mom has been insulting me almost nonstop when I’m around her. She’s vicious what with the pain and exhaustion of physical rehab. I’m drained from dealing with her. My fuse ignited, and I took it out on the most convenient people I could.
To make things worse, I didn’t stick around to continue the conversation. I stormed off to my suite, locked myself in, and refused to talk to anyone for the next half hour. It took that long for me to calm down, process the trials of the day, realize I’d yelled at the wrong guys, and be horrified with my behavior.
It was a contrite Shalia who emerged from my rooms and searched out the men. I found them in their common room, hanging out and quietly talking. They all stood when I came in.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “You didn’t deserve the tantrum I threw. I have no excuse for my behavior. I hope you can forgive me.”
Aslada hurried up to me right away, gathering me in his arms and holding me tight. “Shalia, you have nothing to apologize for. Why you haven’t gotten upset before today, we can’t imagine.”
Meyso stroked my hair. “No one is angry with you, lovely girl. We only hope we were right to give you time to yourself instead of smothering you.”
Jaon grimaced. “It was hard not to chase after you and try to somehow make things right when you went to your rooms. Though I have no idea how we could have fixed the situation.” He sighed and raked his fingers through his hair. “I can’t be angry with Matara Eve, because she is suffering. But watching you being abused and finding myself unable to stop it is driving me crazy.”
I couldn’t believe they weren’t royally pissed after my outburst. I’d acted like a vicious brat, but they seemed to see me as the victim.
“Don’t be nice,” I begged. “I don’t deserve it after acting the way I did. After everything you’ve done, I had no right to be an ungrateful bitch. I was horrible, and I should be kissing your feet.”
“Stop it,” Aslada insisted. “You are a wonderful woman. Anyone who sees how you cope with Matara Eve’s difficulties knows how amazing you are. If you need to vent the pressure, we can take it.”
Meyso’s eyes twinkled. “I can recommend some therapy to help you work off some of the tension. We haven’t had a real opportunity to introduce you to the playroom yet. Clan Serndi is not here, so we have no need to make up excuses.”
The men exchanged grins, their expressions lighting with dangerous meaning. My libido woke up in an instant until I remembered my schedule.
“I’m due back at the clinic this afternoon,” I said, my delight deflating.
“As a doctor, I think it would be in your best interests to take the rest of the day off,” Meyso opined. “In fact, I order you to. Matara Eve will survive without you until tomorrow morning.”
I felt guilty about not checking on Mom after her afternoon rehab session. Yet I realized I had reached my limit where she was concerned. I was not in a good place emotionally after weathering day after day of her storms. Maybe it was selfish to reach for excuses, but I thought I wasn’t going to be any good
to anyone, including her, if I didn’t take a break.
I still wish it had taken more arm-twisting from Clan Aslada to make my decision. I am not that noble a creature, however. I threw in the towel with what felt like unseemly haste.
“If you think it would be for the best—”
“Most definitely,” Aslada said with his most commanding Dramok demeanor. He then swung me up in his arms and strode through the halls of the huge home, Jaon and Meyso snickering as they followed us. My weak protests to be put down were ignored.
Talk about being swept off your feet. I’m not complaining.
Aslada carried me into the wing where the clan’s sleeping room and suites were located. I thought I’d seen all of that area, and I hadn’t come across anything I would have labeled a playroom. However, I was wrong. So very wrong.
Jaon moved ahead of us, stopping in front of a wall with a mirror set into its paneled surface. He gave me a smirk and said in Kalquorian, “Open.” The wall responded by sliding forward and then shifting to one side. A secret door.
Jeez, like the house wasn’t big enough. It had to have secret chambers too.
With Jaon in front and Meyso behind, Aslada bore me into a small hallway that led to one open doorway. Wall panels lit as we went forward, but I smelled the pleasure room before we entered it.
Leather. The ghostly aroma of past spicy Kalquorian male arousal. It was the scent of sex. I was wet in an instant as my body responded.
I gaped as Aslada carried me into the room. In here, there was no space for lighted wall panels since most of the wall space was taken up by mirrors and manacles. One wall had long, padded rectangles set into its surface, arranged in a kind of like a six-pointed star. There were restraints set into those upholstered lengths. I imagined myself strapped to it, my arms and legs stretched wide open. Facing the wall or the room, I would be helpless for any games the men wished to play with me. Spankings, strappings, switchings, or sex – they could have me in so many different ways.
A table with a padded top looked familiar to me. I’d seen something similar in the Pussy ‘Porter’s pleasure club. I thought its height was adjustable. One could be laid on it or bent over it. There was also a huge wedge-shaped cushion on the floor, and I could imagine all sorts of uses for that. I puzzled over a strange contraption I’d never seen before. Two metal poles rose vertically from the floor. A pair of soft cuffs were attached at the bottom of each. Suspended between them horizontally was another pole, but it was cushioned.
There were more things, a lot more things. The room was huge, and I couldn’t take it all in. I thought a clan could play in here every day for six months and not use the same apparatus twice. It boggled the mind.
Aslada chuckled softly. It was only then that I realized I was wriggling in his arms, imagining myself being used in so many sexy ways that I couldn’t stay still.
“What do you like, little Shalia?” he asked. His voice sounded deeper than usual.
I shook my head, overwhelmed by it all. I’d seen a pleasure club, and it certainly had possessed more mind-boggling fixtures. Knowing this was the personal playroom of a single clan was astounding, however. A private playground, just for us.
Aslada set me on my feet but kept me held tight, my back to his front. He tugged my blouse off, leaving my shoulder bare so he could brush his lips over it. His tongue drew a wet line from there and up the side of my neck. He lapped at my ear. I shivered at the touch, though it was far more innocent than what I was sure was to come.
He nipped his way back to my shoulder, his teeth firm but careful as he did so. He bit a little more intensely into the rounded muscle of my shoulder, hard enough that I thought he might mark me. I grew wetter at the show of force. He kissed and nibbled his way back up my neck. His fist knotted in my hair, pulling my head back. He bit into my neck the way he had my shoulder, and a small cry escaped me. He licked the hurt away, humming much the way a contented cat might purr. I shuddered all over, feeling his power over me.
Again, he turned demanding, ripping my bra apart in front and flinging it to the floor. My breasts were exposed to him, the nipples already tightened into points. I was still pinned against him with his hand buried in my hair. My gaze rose to meet his, this dark, brooding Dramok.
Our eyes locked. A calloused hand cupped my breast, held it in his fiery grip. Want flashed in a stomach-clenching blast, making me come up on my tiptoes. I grabbed his forearm.
“That’s a nice reaction,” he rumbled in an approving tone. “But you will keep your arms by your sides while I play with your breasts. Now, Shalia,” he said in a warning tone when I didn’t immediately release my hold. “Or we will explore the punishment side of our relationship before I play with you tonight.”
I crumbled with both eagerness and fear before the intensity in his voice. I heard the menace he put in the word punishment and thought perhaps I didn’t want to try Aslada in that way. At least, not this time.
I was sure there would be other opportunities for me to capitalize on.
I let go of his arm, lowering my hands to tremble next to my thighs. I surrendered to him, letting him have his will with my body.
His lips curled in a satisfied smile. He squeezed first one breast and then the other, bringing the slightest hint of an ache before releasing them. Then he circled each nipple with his thumb, gauging the stiffened peaks with a connoisseur’s touch. Around their circumferences, over and over, back and forth, the attention exacting. I became hyperaware of his touch, sure I could feel each whorl of his thumbprint as sensitivity grew. I was up and down on my toes, responding to Aslada’s leisurely enjoyment as he played with me.
Jaon and Meyso stood in front of us, watching the show. The air was heavy with spicy arousal, no longer the scented remnants of years of using the room. Their eyes grew darker as they stared at Aslada pinching my nipples in turn, each squeeze harder than the last until I moaned and quaked under the onslaught of arousing pain. My peaks burned with hurt, making me moan, but it only fed the need growing with every moment. They swelled with the Dramok’s harsh encouragement.
He cupped one breast, lifting it in an offering towards his clanmates. Jaon came forward so quickly, it was as if he leapt. He bent to me. His hot, wet mouth enclosed my nipple, and his tongue swirled all around it.
The scratchy surface of his tongue had me up on my toes again, and I cried out as a lightning bolt of sensation shot straight to my clit. Jaon sucked, drawing on my flesh. My body jerked, along with my head. The painful pull on my scalp reminded me of the hold Aslada still had on me, keeping me prisoner for his Nobek’s attentions.
Jaon’s cautious bite on the tip of my nipple made me forget everything else. A sharp cry erupted from my throat. My back bowed without my controlling it, as if my body offered itself for more. Jaon obeyed the unspoken request, delivering an identical nip to my other nipple.
My hands flew up to grab his shoulders, yanking him closer to me. His head came up, predator’s eyes flashing. “You were told to keep your arms down,” he said.
His voice was soft, but there was no mistaking the sharp displeasure in his tone. I let go in an instant and cringed back against Aslada. I’d misbehaved. What would he do to me?
Meyso stepped forward to gaze down on me. His face was as kind as ever, but there was a firm set to his jaw. “She will have to be restrained since she cannot control herself.”
“As well as punished for disobedience.” While Aslada’s censure stung, I also heard a thread of anticipation in his voice. I’d find out what being a naughty girl was going to get me after all.
I wasn’t sure if I was more excited or anxious about that. Excitement took the lead as the men pulled the rest of my clothes off faster than I could react.
Aslada lifted me off the floor and was at the thin table in a few strides. It was just wide enough for me to lie full-length on its top, but instead, the Dramok bent me over it. My head and arms hung over one side, and my legs the other. Before I could reac
t, straps criss-crossed over my back, binding me to the cushioned surface.
Jaon moved as quickly, tethering my wrists to the table in soft cuffs. I assumed it was Meyso securing my thighs above my knees the same way, spreading my legs wide. Because I’m me, I pulled at my ties. I was bound nice and tight, with no way to pull free.
Bare. Open. Helpless.
“This is your first infraction with us, little girl,” Aslada said, his voice coming from above and behind me. His big, hot hands grabbed my ass cheeks and rubbed them, making the flesh…and parts inside me…heat with anticipation. “Therefore, I will go easy on you this time. A spanking from my hand on your lovely naked ass should do for now. If you take your punishment properly, by thanking me with sincere appreciation for the correction after each smack, we will move on to play afterward.”
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