Shalia's Diary Book 10

by Tracy St. John

  Larten winked at him. “I suggest you get over that. There’s no profit in being right if it doesn’t make you and those you care about happy.”

  “I know. I’m sorry I didn’t make things clear to you in the first place, Shalia. And that I left you holding the bag when it wasn’t what I had in mind.” He gave me a shamefaced grin. “I guess you’ve been so perfect all along that I expected you to be able to read my mind too.”

  I had to snicker. “I have read your mind. Stop thinking of me naked.”

  All three laughed. “No one who likes women is going to manage that,” Larten cracked.

  Cifa sobered. “I also apologize for what I did at dinner. It was completely out of line to put you on the spot like that.”

  “Okay,” I said, knowing he meant every word. “I’m sorry I put together a rough cut when I knew it wasn’t what you wanted. I should have insisted you sit with me so we could have brainstormed a few more ideas to make something we were both happy with.”

  “Excellent,” Seot said, looking at us as if we’d done something particularly intelligent. “I have to agree with Shalia on one thing…you two should put off working on the vid for at least another day or two. Clear your heads before you put them together again.”

  “Clean slate,” Cifa agreed. He looked sunny and adorable again in his relief that the matter had been settled.

  But if it’s settled, why do I still feel like crap?

  December 23

  I pulled Joelle and Candy aside today. I needed girl talk. While it was true neither had had many opportunities to negotiate relationship issues before my dads clanned Joelle and Stidmun stole Candy’s heart, I wanted an Earther female perspective on what was going on between me and Clan Seot.

  I knew my one major difference had actually been with Cifa alone, but since the guys are mostly a unit – a package deal – I worry about the whole thing. Because if we’re going to have a big dust-up over such a small thing as a promotional vid, what’s going to happen when there’s a real problem?

  I sat down with the ladies on the bow deck, wanting objective opinions. I confessed my concerns.

  Joelle chuckled after hearing my story. “That you think a tiny disagreement over a vid is a big deal says how well things are going between you and Clan Seot. Everything is so right, that something small feels like the end of the world!”

  “Is that how you see it?” I asked, startled by her take. “Because at first, our relationship did seem ridiculously perfect. In fact, it freaked me out how faultless Seot, Cifa, and Larten were. I thought I couldn’t be good enough for them.”

  “Careful what you wish for,” Candy teased. “You asked the universe to make them mere flawed men. Now you know they are. Prophets save you from the real world of relationships!” She giggled.

  “I love that Seot sat the two of you down for that talk,” Joelle said. “He’s got the right idea…to find out what the actual problem is, where things went wrong to start. It’s a sign of a healthy relationship when those involved can do that.”

  I put my head in my hands. “Only I could say things won’t work because they’re too perfect, then lose my marbles when they become slightly imperfect. I guess it wasn’t that big a deal, was it? Especially since we figured it all out.”

  “Now you know that if one of the men does something wrong, his clanmates have no problem calling him out on it. The only trouble is, they won’t be shy about pointing out your mistakes either.”

  “There isn’t enough time in the day for that,” I deadpanned.

  “Stop. You’re a wonderful person. They are wonderful men. I think you more than deserve each other.”

  “Amen to that,” Candy agreed. “Did we solve your non-problem?”

  “Yes. Run back to Stidmun before you go into withdrawal,” I said.

  She was delighted to take me at my word. I watched her go and turned back to Joelle. “Now that’s a worrisome relationship.”

  “You mean because of the way clanning is set up on Kalquor? I agree. Anyone with half a brain cell in their skull can see she and Stidmun are hopelessly in love with each other.”

  “And they have no intention of adding a Dramok and Imdiko to the mix,” I said. “It’s not the end of the world, though. It’s not like anyone will force them to round out a clan. As long as Stidmun and Candy can pay her living expenses, the Empire won’t make her leave Kalquor.”

  “Others still might not make it easy on her. If anything happens to Stidmun, she won’t be able to keep his possessions…even the ones they hold jointly might be threatened.”

  “I think she’s getting ready to take her protest against that into the legal arena,” I confided. “She’s been doing a lot of research since discussing the matter with Cifa’s in-laws. She asked me the other day if I thought there were other women who felt the same way she did about the traditional clan system. She says Stidmun has heard such complaints from many Nobeks.”

  “Well, a system of any sort that says to do it only one way is going to upset someone,” Joelle said. “Because we’re all individuals with different needs as well as preferences. I believe there would be many more Earther women open to moving to Kalquor if they didn’t have to take on three men at one time. Though I think it’s an enormously fantastic way of life,” she added, her grin mischievous.

  I laughed. “I tend to agree, except when I’m having these little bouts of doubt, like the one I experienced yesterday and today.”

  “But you’re all right now?” Joelle asked.

  “Right as rain. Let’s go so I can prove it.”

  With my concerns eased, I threw myself into being super nice to Clan Seot. I hugged and cuddled with them every chance I got today. After the talking-to Seot had given me and Cifa last night, a little bit of tension had remained, but that was all gone. For their part, the men responded with pleasure to my overtures. Cifa in particular went out of his way to be more than the usual sweetie-pie he is.

  Another day of sea travel, but it was a huge contrast to the day before. Where there had been grudges nursed yesterday, today was all sunshine and joy. It was wonderful to be on the same page once more, enjoying being with the clan and getting to know them better.

  When night came, we were all primed for an extra sexy time. I’d made sure of that by whispering naughty things to the guys during and after dinner. By the time Anrel was asleep, the men were more than ready to have their vengeance on my teasing. I was pretty ready myself. The flirting I’d done had gotten my motor running as much as theirs.

  “Get undressed, you naughty girl,” Seot said, pulling a small chair out of a closet in the room. It looked and functioned similar to a recliner in that the padded backrest could be lowered. But the arms of it were padded rails rather than solid, and there was no footrest. It didn’t look all that comfortable, and when I’d first seen several days ago, I’d decided it would probably never get use from any of us.

  Wrong. So very wrong.

  Seot set it in the middle of the room. “Come over here. After all the provoking you’ve done tonight, you’re going to reap the rewards.” He grinned with dark intent.

  I stepped over, having shed my clothing at his command. “I wondered why such a stupid-looking chair was kept in storage,” I laughed. “I should have known it was used for ulterior motives. One of these days, I won’t be so naïve.”

  “I think your moments of innocence are adorable,” said Cifa, the king of cute. “It’s fun to introduce you to something you haven’t done yet.”

  “Have a seat, little lady,” Seot chuckled. “We’ll cure you of your inexperience with the fuck chair.”

  “Nice, romantic name. I’m melting from the sentimental aura that went into branding it,” I pretended to complain, but I was giggling. And wet. Who wouldn’t want to learn about something called a fuck chair under the tutelage of Clan Seot?

  I sat down to their laughter. The backrest was lowered slightly, so that I didn’t lie flat down. Again, much like a recliner
in that I was mostly upright but comfortable. Since it gave no head support, the men slid me down until my ass was half off the seat…but at least my head had a place to relax.

  Larten and Seot stood on either side of me. The Nobek handed his clan leader a tether. “Getting more interesting,” I encouraged them.

  “We can’t have you nodding off to sleep on us,” Seot joked. He grasped my ankle and bent my leg up, placing my foot at the end of the armrest. He used the strap to bind my ankle to it. Larten did the same on his side.

  “Not too tight?” the Nobek asked, checking to make sure he could easily slide a finger between my ankle and strap.

  “Feels fine,” I answered, viewing how I was open to them. Fuck chair, indeed. They had me spread wide.

  “Now for the wrists,” Seot said. He and Larten secured my arms to the rests too, just above my ankles.

  Cifa had been rummaging around in a bin while they tied me down. A lot of toys had come from that bin during our trip. They’d packed for serious fun. I could only imagine what Cifa would choose to start with.

  He came over with a bridle gag. “I loved all the dirty talk you did tonight, but I hated getting aroused in front of my brother and his clan. You know how that bunch is. I made myself very uncomfortable hiding all the excitement you caused, naughty girl. So you have to wear this for punishment.”

  “She was quite rude,” Larten agreed. His smile said he’d appreciated it.

  I opened my mouth for the gag. The soft rubber ‘bit’ held my tongue down as I clenched my teeth around it. Cifa strapped it around my head.

  “Lovely,” Seot said. “This is an excellent position for making you suffer the consequences for all the teasing. Now you’ll have to endure a little teasing yourself.”

  Uh oh. I could see a world of torment in my immediate future.

  Seot rubbed my pussy. “Ah, good and wet.” He pushed a finger inside me. “Let’s see what we need to teach you the error of your ways, Shalia. You’re already bound and helpless for whatever discipline we see fit. The question is, should there be pain?”

  My sex spasmed at the thought of the many things they could do to me as I lay there defenseless. How they could control me, how I wouldn’t be able to stop them.

  Seot nodded. “Yes, I feel you agreeing that you deserve discomfort for being so mischievous. Now, it won’t be from actual wounding, because I don’t do that. No marks beyond a little reddening. But as to the levels of pain…much can be achieved without doing damage. So what shall it be? Light pain?” He watched me, his finger still in my pussy. “No real reaction. Heavier pain then. Moderate at least. Perhaps more.”

  My sheath contracted at the idea. I like hurt in a sexual setting because of what it does to me. Again, it was more about being under their power, that they could do such things, that excited me.

  “Yes, I feel your pussy flexing. You’re getting extremely wet for me too.” He grinned at the other two men standing over me. “We have a great deal of latitude for the night’s festivities.”

  “Excellent,” Larten growled. “I love that she’s so willing to explore.”

  “As am I. What else? Oh, I know the best punishment for Shalia. Orgasm denial.”

  Oh no. Did he mean the whole night or just making me delay climax? But at the same time, what a demonstration of their control over me. I made a worried noise, but my fiendish pussy clenched hard around Seot’s finger. My responses were better than a lie detector test, damn it all.

  He chuckled. “Pain and denial it is, naughty girl. I do hope this will teach you a lesson.”

  All three men stepped away from me, crowding around the sex toy bin. Leaving me alone to wait for them to make me suffer. I trembled from equal parts anticipation and dread. I had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

  Cifa returned with a jar, which he opened. He scooped out transparent goo that smelled like wildflowers. “This is a sensitizing gel,” he told me. “You will feel everything quite acutely, whether it be pain or pleasure.”

  He used the whole damned jar on me, rubbing the ointment all over my breasts, belly, inner thighs, and pussy. He paid particular attention to that until the slightest brush against my clit galvanized my whole body.

  “There now,” he said happily as he tossed the empty jar into a nearby recycling bin. “Just a minute or two to let that soak in and bring your nerve endings to full strength. Then we’ll start having our fun.” He went back to the bin.

  Full strength? In a minute or two? I was already becoming incredibly aware of the air currents in the room. Holy smokes, it was going to get more intense than that?

  I was terrified and enthralled at the same time. I didn’t know if I could survive what they had planned for me. But even if I could have run or spoken against it, I wouldn’t have. No, I wanted to be destroyed at their hands.

  Seot came to me with a thick butt plug, lubing it from a small tube. I took one look at that thing and was glad Cifa hadn’t elected to use the gel on my rear. I was doubly glad about that when Seot slid the plug inside, making the muscles around my entrance strain to accept it. But oh, how deliciously full it made me feel once it was seated all the way.

  Once he had my ass stuffed, Seot leaned down and kissed my clit. I tried to fly right the hell off the fuck chair, a cry squeaking out around the gag. I was abruptly so aroused that my whole damned pussy hurt. Seot laughed and gripped my hips, forcing them down. He held them pinned while he gave my clit another kiss.

  Fuck. I swear I felt every crease in his lips, every single hair of his trimmed mustache and beard where they touched me. I squalled as my girl parts throbbed in awakened desperation. I creamed so hard that I gushed.

  “That’s good. Naughty girl is ready to be taught her lesson,” Seot crooned. “Poor little pussy, so needy with no hope of relief. I’m going to enjoy tormenting it so much.”

  Tears were already slipping out of my eyes. They weren’t going to let me come. They were going to make me eager with pain and pleasure, but I wasn’t going to be allowed climax. The knowledge had the awful effect of making me more aroused than ever. Yeah, I’m that twisted.

  Seot moved away, smiling and humming a happy tune as he joined Cifa at the bin. It was Larten’s turn to come to me with his contribution to my eager misery.

  I shook my head frantically when I saw the nipple coils. Larten had jeweled weights to hang from them too. Fuck, Cifa had rubbed a generous amount of the sensitizing gel on my breasts. Weighted nipple coils were intense enough without that.

  Larten paused. “Are you unwilling to accept my discipline, naughty girl?” he asked.

  Ah, the wonderful beast. He was making sure that I all right with this level of play before going ahead with it. I couldn’t speak with the bridle gag between my teeth and my tongue trapped below it.

  I ceased shaking my head. I whimpered, knowing what I was in for, but trusting Larten to give me the kind of pain we’d both enjoy. I lowered my eyes in an expression of submissive compliance, but I was already wincing in anticipation of the agony to come.

  “Good. I will punish you as you so rightly deserve,” came his approval.

  I watched in anguish as his thumb approached my nipple. He rubbed the already pointed bud, making it harder and tighter. I jerked in my bonds, moaning loudly as a bolt of pure elation zipped from the contact to my throbbing pussy. Larten captured my nipple between his fingers, rubbing it to send quake after quake through me. I swear I could remember his fingerprints if I had to, just from the feel.

  “Now, naughty girl,” he said in a low, excited voice. “You’ve had the pleasure. It’s time for the pain.”

  I whimpered to see the coil, a ring of gold with a tiny lever and a tinier hoop at the outside, coming at my engorged nipple. Larten’s pressure on the lever opened the coil, making it wide enough to slip over the tip. He released it, letting it tighten enough to stay put.

  The sear of fiery pain was excruciating. I thought it wouldn’t have hurt half as much if he’d s
liced my damned nipple off. Instinct took over, and I fought to escape the chair and the Nobek. The straps were strong, however. I wasn’t going anywhere. I had no choice but to remain there, trapped in the torment.

  The reality of my predicament made my pussy pulse with renewed excitement. I was theirs to play with. My wants didn’t matter. In that wash of pure pain and lust, I forgot that Larten had asked permission before he’d clamped my breast. As far as I was concerned, I was only a toy to them, to be tortured for their amusement. And I liked it.

  Then, in the midst of my battle with distress, incredible vibrations buzzed my sex. I screamed against the gag. Through hazed vision, I saw Seot pressing a vibrator with a wide pad against my pussy and clit. The urge to orgasm was immediate, and I would have come if he’d kept the vibe on me for another half second.