The pulses of hot juices slowed and came to an end, leaving Betra gasping and staggering a little. How’s that for power over a man? I’d damned near knocked the Kalquorian off his feet.
Despite his shakiness, Betra wasn’t about to leave me wanting. He regained his balance and bent down to pick me up. “Your turn,” he said, with an evil grin.
Oh, I was so ready. I’d gotten crazy aroused servicing his needs, so I was more than prepared to have mine taken care of.
Betra sat down with me draped across his lap again, this time face up. “Lace your fingers behind your neck,” he told me. “Keep them there.”
I did what I was told. The motion lifted my breasts, an offering to the Imdiko. With a delighted smile, he took me up on it, sucking eagerly. I gasped and moaned as darts of excitement flew from my tits to my pussy. It was all I could do to lie still, but I had the idea Mr. Control Freak might turn mean if I dared to move. I stayed in the cradle of his arm around my shoulders, voicing my pleasure to the ceiling overhead.
While he licked and sucked, Betra investigated my throbbing sex. He traced the delicate folds, parting them with a demanding touch. Now I was on fire, battling to stay in control as my hips tried to buck towards his fingers. My pussy tightened as Betra stroked me into madness. My groans took on a sobbing quality as he drove my arousal higher and higher. My stomach tied itself in knots, winding taut as my wicked tormentor played with me.
“So fucking wet,” he murmured, releasing my tits to regard me. “Do I make you feel good, Shalia?”
“You know you do,” I whimpered, wishing he’d shut up. No way I wanted to have a conversation when my lady bits were in a frenzy for him to get serious with them.
Betra gave me a half-smile that promised nothing but trouble. “I can tell you are excited. Still, I want to hear how much you enjoy me touching you. How does it feel having my hand on your pussy? Details, pet. Give me a description.”
I could have cried. Forget that crap about how sweet and kind Imdikos are. Betra is a brute when he decides to be. Damned Kalquorians and their need to dominate.
I wasn’t getting my cookie until I confessed to his satisfaction. I said, “Your hand is warm and strong. I like how gently you try to touch me.”
“Try?” His eyebrow lifted.
“The callouses on your fingertips are rough. It’s wonderful, the dichotomy between the soft touch and hard skin.”
“Interesting,” Betra mused, as if he was performing a scientific experiment and not fingering a pussy. “Tell me what arousal is like for you, as a woman.”
I wanted to say, it’s like I need to claw your fucking eyes out for making me suffer. However, Betra in the mood he was in might not have been amused. He might have done something to drive me nuts. Not getting me off would have been a catastrophe.
“I feel heat inside.”
“Where exactly?”
“Where you’re touching me, but it moves up into my stomach. Sometimes it goes all the way in my chest.”
“Really?” Betra considered that for a moment. He stroked the lips of my pussy, his tender-raspy touch making me pant. I’d spoken about heat, but what was in me right then was an inferno. An erupting Mount Vesuvius had nothing on my poor twat.
“What else?” Betra asked. He tugged on my labia, and I couldn’t help but jerk in his arms.
Gasping, I said, “It’s as if I’m a shaken bottle of champagne, with the bubbles fizzing and popping like crazy.” In that moment, it didn’t occur to me that Betra was probably unfamiliar with foaming bottles of bubbly. Then I remembered we’d had some at the Christmas party a few weeks ago, so maybe he would understand.
“What about this?” he asked as he slid two fingers inside me.
My ass came up off his thighs as lightning blazed through me. Betra held still until I settled down and stopped gasping enough to talk.
“You have some fucking thick fingers,” I groaned.
“Excellent insight, considering that’s what I’m going to do with them. Tell me how it felt when my fingers entered you.”
Damn, Betra was determined to drive me nuts. Would he never tire of hearing me talk about what he was doing to me? “It was a sharp blast of brightness. Kind of tickling but more intense,” I said.
“And now that I’m holding still?”
I somehow managed to not huff impatiently at him. “I’m full. It was a little uncomfortable at first because you did it all at once, but now it’s incredible.”
Betra kept that contemplative look. “You gushed a lot of wetness right after I shoved my fingers inside. Is it because you’re restrained and I have control over you?”
His words made my insides sing. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
My breath caught when he pumped in and out of me. He watched me for a while, his gaze alternating between my face and his fingers working my pussy. After some minutes of that, Betra started up with the questions again.
“How is it with me holding you down and fucking your pussy with my fingers? Tell me how it is to lie there helpless while I make you take it.”
What Betra said was every bit as strength-sapping as what he did to me. I was helpless, unable to stop what was happening. My enraptured brain began to short circuit, taking away the ability to talk to him lucidly. I couldn’t form the thoughts to answer him.
“Please, Imdiko,” I moaned. “I don’t...I can’t...please.”
“Please?” He grinned at me as his fingers moved faster. “What are you asking me for?”
The friction was getting stronger as Betra finger-fucked me harder and quicker. My brain disintegrated under the onslaught. What was I asking him for? To stop? To give me more? I wasn’t sure as my pussy contracted around his touch.
“I want...I want...please.”
“Do you wish to come, Shalia? Is that what you want to do? Do you wish to come for me?”
I writhed on his lap, completely gone as arousal mounted with demanding strength. It felt so nice, but it wasn’t quite enough to send me over. If Betra kept me at this agonizing level of almost-orgasm for long, I would go insane.
I seized on his words. “I want to come for you.”
“How sweet. Why don’t you beg me for it?” His smile turned cruel.
At the same time, he curled his fingertips inside me, rubbing with demand on the inside front of my sleeve. The blast of ecstasy had me digging my heels into the seat, raising my rear off his thigh. Yet it wasn’t sufficient to force climax.
“Down, Matara. Put your ass down, or I’ll stop and leave you this way. I’ll also bind your wrists so you can’t bring yourself to orgasm.”
I shrieked wordless rage at him, but I made my butt sink down. Meanwhile, he kept thrusting and pressing against that spot. I couldn’t help but kick the air, my toes curled as I tried to orgasm.
“I believe you were about to beg me for release?” The bastard laughed as he said this.
Ugly, vicious names jumped to my lips, ready to stream out at Betra. However, some small sane part of me recognized the consequences that would follow such abuse. I fought them back.
Instead of cursing him out, I sobbed, “Please let me come for you. Please, Betra, please. I want to come for you so bad.”
“Me too,” he said. “I want you to come screaming my name.”
“Yes.”
“Then I’d like you to come so hard you can’t even scream. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
His fingers drove and drove, making me raw with need. My pussy spasmed and clutched at those fingers, trying to find release. Somehow, completion kept eluding me. I teetered on the verge, unable to tumble into the violent rapture that fought to claim me.
“I said, I’d like you to come so hard you can’t scream, Shalia. Is that what you wish as well?”
My broken mind tried to grasp what he said as my body shook and strained. There was a roar in my ears that made Betra’s words difficult to understand. I prayed that agreeing to whatever he wished would gain his mercy.
“Yes, please. Please, anything you want, that’s what I want too.”
“Now that is beautiful, my Shalia. That is a sentiment as beautiful as you. You may have your orgasms now.”
Betra’s thumb landed on my clit and rubbed. My world blew apart. At last climax arrived, battering my insides with gorgeous fury. All was sweet, tumultuous sensation that went on forever. Yet it was over in the blink of an eye.
“Again.”
His voice was coaxing, but his fingers thrust without mercy as his thumb worked my clit once more. I was suspended in that stunning world of heaving sensation where sight and, but for a single word, sound did not exist.
“Again.”
I was lost as Betra continued to draw climaxes from me, helpless to stop him from driving me over the edge as he kept me draped over his legs, my wrists pinned.
“Again.”
And again. And again. That word was the only anchor to reality I possessed, and its utterance meant more of the shrieking pleasure that barreled through me.
I have no idea how many times Betra brought me. I can’t say I screamed his name. I don’t know if I came too powerfully to utter a sound. When I regained my senses, I found myself in my bed with him, sheltering in the naked warmth of his muscular body. I felt safe and secure with him. I didn’t feel up to talking after regaining my senses, so I snuggled my cheek against his chest and let him hold me for a long while.
It’s nice that even I can shut up and be in the moment.
January 10
My grace period is up. Dr. Tep has called on me to make my final decision on the pregnancy. If we’re to freeze the embryo for later implantation, it has to happen within the next couple of days.
Now that I’m aware of the threat of an attack on the transport, it seems clear this is not the best situation to bring a child into the universe. Then again, when is there ever a good time? I swear I’m running from trouble more often than not these days, though things do seem settled for now.
I’ve peeked through the staggering numbers of clans offering to bring the baby up as their own. Being pregnant has made me a more popular candidate for their Matara than if I was not. The question of whether Kalquorian men mind raising another man’s offspring is settled. Everybody promises my unborn all the support for his or her endeavors into adulthood and beyond. These boys aren’t playing around. They want me and my child.
The idea that I carry the son or daughter of Dusa, Esak, or Weln also makes me prefer to have this baby. To keep a piece of the men who taught me it was okay to love, that the majority of the male gender is not composed of self-centered assholes, means the world to me. I don’t have to be aware if it’s Nang’s, either. It’s not the kid’s fault if Nang did win the lucky sperm lottery.
I haven’t let go of the hope that someday I’ll be able to introduce my firstborn to Dusa’s clan. I know, I know, it’s a selfish thing. Yet I persist in wishing it could come true. Dusa and the rest don’t respond to any of the messages, in which I update them on how I’m doing. It could be they’ll avoid me for the rest of their lives. Still, I can’t discount the sweet image of them holding their little one in their arms someday, seeing the thing of beauty they created with me. Is that such an awful thing?
Anyway, I’ve decided, so I’m tromping off to speak to Tep. Then I’m finding Katrina and Candy. I’m dying to hear how the salon went last night, and if Candy showed up for it.
January 11
Dad was present during my consultation with Dr. Tep, via vid com. The lag was several seconds long, reminding me of how far I’m leaving Earth behind.
It’s funny. Just when I think I’m done weeping over my home planet, a new wave of grief comes over me and I have to cry all over again. The pain isn’t as horrendous as before and it doesn’t hit as often. I still feel the loss, though. Maybe I always will.
Anyway, I delivered my news as soon as I saw Dad transmitting his big, teddy bear image into the medical department next to Dr. Tep. I gave him a shy smile. “Congratulations, Dad. I’ve decided you’re to be a grandfather.”
Tep beamed, but he waited the twenty seconds it took for Dad to hear the message and respond. My Kalquorian father damned near squealed with joy. His rolling chuckle tickled my ears. “Wonderful, my daughter! Can I share the news with your other fathers, or would you prefer to com them yourself?”
“Go ahead and tell them,” I said. “You won’t be able to keep it bottled up. Besides, this delay stuff is a headache.”
More seconds of waiting, then Dad nodded. “We’ll send you a message later, after I’ve told them. They’ll insist on sharing their delight with your decision.” He bounced with excitement, quite a sight to see. “Grandfathers! What I wouldn’t give to be there when the baby arrives.”
“Just as long as you get home so your grandchild can grow up with you near,” I ordered. “The sooner the better. How am I supposed to vet prospective clans without my fathers there to give me their advice?”
Dad grinned at that. “I’m glad you’re doing this, Shalia. I’ve lost sleep worrying about you. We’ll come home as soon as we can, but it might be a while.” He scowled. “If you do find some clans that are worthwhile, send their information to us. Your father Rak can do a check on their backgrounds more in depth than what you’ll be capable of. We’ll see to it only the finest clan claims our daughter.”
He’s such a dad, isn’t he? I had an image of Nayun, Bitev, and Rak sitting in an Earther living room, doing maintenance on plasma rifles just as a young man showed up at the door to take me on a date. Whoever thinks Earthers and Kalquorians are too different to coexist should let my parent clan adopt them.
After a brief conversation, Dad’s transmission ended. Tep gave me a going over. He sent information to the computer in my quarters as to what to expect as the pregnancy progresses. “Read this at your leisure. When you have questions, com me or stop by.”
I mused over the timeline. “It’s a toss-up as to whether I’ll have this baby on the ship or on Kalquor.”
“My best guess is you’ll be a new mom when we reach home.”
“Great. My prospective clans can bring me flowers and diapers on our dates.”
Tep laughed at that. I left him chuckling.
I went next to hunt for Candy and Katrina, to share my decision with them. I found them in Katrina’s quarters.
Candy appeared worse for wear. In fact, she looked as if she had just woken up. Her hair was a tangled wreck. She was scrubbed clean of all makeup, and her beautiful cocktail dress of pink lace was rumpled.
Katrina sat at her little dinette table, drinking coffee with a smug expression. She was nice and tidy in a pair of loose-fitting trousers and pullover shirt. Her short salt-and-pepper hair was combed into place.
I stared at Candy, who had the expression of a cat that had eaten a tasty mouse. She was a mess, but she seemed to be a happy mess. She looked back at me, as if waiting for me to figure out what the hell was going on.
My head was immersed in my own news, so I was a few steps behind where I should have been. “What the hell happened to you?” I asked.
“You can’t tell?” Candy beamed. “You can’t even guess?”
Katrina snorted when I stood there like a dolt. “Last night was my salon. When Candy planned to finally get off her nervous ass and attend?”
“I wondered how it went,” I said. Then it hit me. “Oh!” I stared at Candy. “But you weren’t – you planned to get to know one of them first—”
“Ha!” Katrina chortled. “She knew one, all right. One times three, to be precise. It was only three, wasn’t it, dear?”
Candy snickered and sat down gingerly. “Three. I’m pretty sure it was just three.”
“So much for easing into it,” I laughed, taking a chair as well. “What changed your mind?”
“Booze and bites,” Katrina said. “Gets them every time.”
“I wasn’t planning on having sex,” Candy defended herself. “But
I did have a lot to drink to steady my nerves. The trouble was, I didn’t realize how ‘steady’ I’d become until I flopped down on that Kalquorian’s lap and started kissing him.”
“At that point, I sent her into my room. That reminds me, I’ll need to change the sheets.” Katrina stood up and poured me a cup of coffee.
“That doesn’t explain how you ended up with three men,” I pointed out. “Jeez Katrina, did you have them take a number or line up at the door?”
She guffawed over that.
Candy blushed. “I don’t quite recall how that happened. I mean, I remember kissing a guy—”
“And grinding on him and pulling at his clothes,” Katrina supplied.
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