Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  “There is a lavatory over there. We do have a few children on the premises, we have everything you need, it’s not a big deal,” he jabbered.

  I managed not to laugh. For not a big deal, Firef acted as if the complex were coming under attack. He really hadn’t parented a young child in a long while.

  “I wouldn’t mind taking Anrel to my quarters and cleaning up there. She could do with a bottle, and it’s almost time for her nap. I can catch up on what the complex offers later,” I said.

  “By all means, Matara. The child’s necessities come first, of course. If you want a full tour later, I’ll be glad to attend to it.”

  He was out of his depth but so nice. I was glad I hadn’t laughed at him, though it was funny. “I doubt it’ll be necessary, but thank you.”

  “Is everything all right?”

  Firef and I turned to discover Betra heading toward us. The tour group had wandered on, leaving Firef and I standing alone in the hall.

  “You’re here already! We’re fine. Just ducking out of the sightseeing over a certain someone’s stinky drawers.” I turned to Firef. “Dramok Firef, this is Imdiko Betra. He was my liaison on the transport and a – a good friend.”

  The men exchanged bows. Firef had the extra polite attitude of a man who knew exactly what ‘good friend’ meant in this context. “A pleasure, Imdiko.”

  “Mine as well, Dramok.”

  The niceties over, Firef conducted us to my quarters, which were on the fourth floor of the complex.

  “Shall I wait until you have settled the baby? I can offer you a personal tour of your quarters,” Firef said.

  “No, that’s okay. Go ahead and re-join the group.” Anrel was starting to fuss, and all my attention was on her comfort. I barely glanced at my surrounds before placing her on the main room’s lounger and diving into her diaper bag. “It seems small enough that I’ll find my way around.”

  “There is also an orientation recording stored on the vid system. Any questions at all, please let me know. I’ll check on you in about an hour?”

  “That sounds great.” I dug out a clean diaper, wipes, and powder.

  Betra ushered Firef out as I saw to Anrel. As soon as the administrator was gone, my sweetie said, “I’ll ready her formula.”

  “Thanks.”

  Doody duty was accomplished fast enough, and Anrel burbled happily once more as I searched for a waste bin. Doing so gave me the opportunity for a real examination of the room I was in.

  Wow, the quarters were tiny. What Kalquorians referred to as a ‘greeting room’ would accommodate no more than half a dozen people. There was an oval table in front of the lounger … which was about the size of an Earther loveseat. A few seating cushions were arranged on the other side of the table. A basket of flowers sat on the table. The vid bar was hung on the wall opposite the lounger. That was all there was to it. Had I not come from the cramped confines of a transport, I might have been disappointed. It was about the size of my sitting room on the Pussy ‘Porter.

  “Cozy,” I told Betra.

  “I suppose with all the amenities elsewhere in the complex, they don’t anticipate you requiring a lot of actual living room. It’s still larger than my quarters. You even have a bit of a kitchen.”

  Good points. I picked up Anrel, and we went on a tour of our home.

  Betra’s description of the tiny space with a cooling unit and meal warmer as a kitchen was a tad extravagant. It was fine with me, especially since the cooler was full of premade meals that would take only seconds to thaw and heat. Better yet, there was a coffee dispenser. Apparently, I’m not the only caffeine addict to come to Kalquor. Thank you, prophets.

  “This place has a communal dining hall as well, if I’m not mistaken,” Betra reminded me.

  “Yeah, I remember that from the vid. Look, they have a stock of formula and pureed foods for Anrel. They prepared for us pretty well.”

  That was a relief. I wondered how many others in the complex had children. I’d noticed a couple of toys in the hall of my floor.

  “I think the baby has an area of her own too. Let’s check it out.”

  There were two sleeping rooms. The smaller had a miniscule bed, obviously intended for a child. Anrel’s crib was supposed to come with the rest of our belongings. There was enough space for it to squeeze in on the other side of the bedside shelf. The bathroom was barely more than a shower stall, tinier than what I’d had on the ship. The toilet facility had its own closed-off space.

  As I wandered back into the greeting room, I mused that it was not that much different from what I’d had on the transport, plus all those amazing amenities on the ground floor to boot. Certainly nothing to pout about.

  I burst into tears anyway.

  Betra’s arms were around me in an instant, holding Anrel and I close. He didn’t try to talk me out of the sudden onslaught of sadness. He let me weep for a couple of minutes as Anrel goggled at her surroundings. Thank goodness I wasn’t upsetting her.

  When I could talk, I was angry with embarrassment. I rubbed my eyes impatiently. “Well, that was stupid. I don’t know what I’m so teary about. Except this place seems empty. When my stuff shows up, it’ll be fine.”

  “Sure it will.” Betra’s gentle smile was understanding.

  “And Katrina and Candy will be here. Plenty of coffee. Everything I need.”

  “That’s right.”

  “I just won’t have – have—”

  I couldn’t finish with the words you and Oses. I was too busy boo-hooing again.

  “We’re here for two weeks,” Betra reminded me.

  “I know, I know. Damn it, it feels as if I’ve lost everything.”

  “You made a home for yourself on the transport. It has sentimental value. I understand it, Shalia. I do. If you have to cry it out, do so.”

  I didn’t want to cry though. I wanted to be tough, like I’d been during the Tragoom attack. I wanted to be fearless. Instead, I was falling apart.

  Bit by bit, however, I started to pull myself together. Betra brewed me a cup of coffee for an official welcome. He presented it to me with a grin. “See? All is not lost.”

  The marvelous bastard made me laugh in spite of my angst. I raised my cup to him in a toast. “I guess I’ll survive somehow.”

  Our things arrived as Anrel started to blink sleepily. Betra took charge of the crib, setting it up. It was cramped in her tiny space, but it fit. Minutes later she was sleeping in her own room, in her new home.

  Betra and I went back into the greeting room. I surveyed my bins with no small amount of chagrin. “I am not looking forward to unpacking this mess.”

  He said, “Unpacking your belongings will help you settle in. I’ll help.”

  We worked with the best of intentions to make me feel more at home. Silly me; I hadn’t labeled the bins with what was in them. The first we opened had clothes for both me and Anrel. Useful and a lucky find.

  The second bin wasn’t quite as helpful. I think it was the last I’d packed, which meant it had a bunch of miscellaneous things that weren’t terribly practical for my first night off the transport. The crystal flowers from Clan Seot were in there, along with the two vid recorders they’d bought for me. A couple of Anrel’s toys. A vid picture display I hadn’t loaded with any photos yet. The sparkly owl mask I’d worn as a disguise to the pleasure club with Betra and Oses.

  The Imdiko’s eyes gleamed when he saw the mask. “Now that’s a souvenir,” he smirked.

  A wicked smile spread over my face. I set the bin aside. “I’ll unpack this later. I need other things sooner.”

  What was in the next bin we opened wasn’t really a necessity … but it got our attention nonetheless.

  “Oh, this is the naughty bin,” Betra chortled, though he kept his voice down to keep from waking Anrel in the next room.

  He was right. The dildo Katrina had given me, as well as a few toys the guys had brought and then left behind in my quarters when we’d played … I’d st
ashed it all in this particular bin that Betra was now digging through.

  He took a satiny blindfold out and twirled it around his finger. “Quite a few goodies in here. I didn’t realize what a sex toy hoarder you were.”

  I gave him an aloof attitude. “I couldn’t very well leave it on the ship for the cleaning crew to find, could I? I wasn’t trotting through the Pussy ‘Porter with this stuff, just to return it to you two fiends.”

  “You could have told us to collect our things.”

  “You were busy finishing up your duties so you could go on break. I figured you could reclaim whatever you wanted later. Like you said, we have two weeks.”

  “That’s true. Starting now.” He held out the blindfold.

  I thought about Anrel in the next room. We’d have to be quiet … not an impossibility, but not the easiest thing in the universe either. “I tossed a gag in there too, didn’t I?”

  “The one with the tooth guard? Yeah, it’s in there. I’ll dig it out in a moment after I score a few kisses.”

  I stepped up to him. Two weeks. We had to sneak in all the play we could.

  He slid the blindfold over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. I waited with excitement bubbling in my stomach. His fingers buried in my hair, fisting tight to bring a little bit of hurt and a lot of thrills. He pulled at my scalp, tilting my head for his kiss.

  His lips came down on mine, the flesh soft but the kiss demanding. I gave in to his power, letting lust wash over my senses. Being tasted to his satisfaction flushed me with arousal.

  When he was done with that, his hand slid around to close over my throat. My heartbeat pounded against his palm. Without sight, my other senses heightened. I could smell that sweetish-spicy scent of his growing eagerness. His heat warmed me; his body close but not quite touching mine. I moaned with want.

  “Making noise already, huh?” he whispered. “Let’s take care of that.”

  His touch disappeared. The aroma of aroused Kalquorian faded. I heard rustling as he searched through my bin full of naughty bits. Then his step warned me he was returning.

  “Open.” My jaw dropped wide with immediate obedience.

  The mouth guard of the gag slid in, covering my front teeth to the canines. Pliable, it was meant for someone to bite into as she fought to not scream. It was my favorite gag because it never strained my jaw.

  The strap fixing it to my head fit snugly around my skull. Betra tested it to make sure it wasn’t too tight. “All right?”

  I nodded.

  “Good.”

  There was a tug at the front of my blouse. A purring sound when Betra opened the front seam. It parted open, and he shoved the shirt down my arms so that it fell away. My bra was tugged off next, leaving me naked from the waist up. Half-naked, blindfolded, and gagged. I had no defenses.

  He rummaged in the bin again. I tried to think of all the things I’d put in there. The dildo. Nipple clamps. What else? My mind drew a blank.

  Something soft wrapped around each of my wrists and constricted. Oh yeah. I had fabric binds that could be hooked to each other or a set of straps. I was curious to discover where Betra planned to go with this.

  He attached the binds in front of my waist. He kept a hand between my wrists, where they were joined. Gripping the link. Controlling me.

  I had no warning before his tongue dragged over my nipple. My breath caught as I melted inside. My hands splayed wide and jerked against Betra’s grip. There was no give. I couldn’t budge against his hold on me. A hot flush crept over my skin.

  At the same time, a shiver ran down my spine. Electric prickles danced all over me, especially when he licked the other nipple. He sucked, drawing hard on it. I moaned against the gag.

  “That’s it,” Betra whispered. A hot palm caressed and covered a breast. He squeezed. I’d swear he embedded his handprint on my flesh, branding me as his.

  He played back and forth, making my nipples taut and swollen. Squeezing, licking, sucking to set me off squirming. Not being able to see made my senses acute. My breasts were burning.

  He left off to strip my skirt and panties. I was naked. I quivered in expectation.

  “Lie down on the floor.” He guided me down, letting me settle on the carpeting. He placed my bound arms over my head.

  “Wherever I put you is where you’ll stay.”

  His hands gripped my ankles and pulled them wide apart. There was a pause then a satisfied sigh. That was followed by a long, drawn-out silence during which I sprawled on the floor, sensing his gaze crawling over me. I imagined how I looked; my arms stretched, my chest rising and falling with quick breathing, my nipples engorged, legs splayed to expose my pussy.

  His finger started at the arch of my foot, tickling so that I was challenged to remain motionless for him. I was glad that he moved quickly up my ankle, along the side of my calf, and thigh. Then he was there, parting the folds of my labia. He used my wetness to slicken the sides of my clit. The jolt of sensation made me whine as my teeth clenched down on the gag.

  He stopped touching me, making me wait in silence again. After several seconds of that, I had to fight the urge to squirm. Not being able to see him, being left in the mute darkness behind my blindfold, was messing with me.

  Light pressure returned, drawing alongside my clit again. I jerked in reaction. He trapped the nub between finger and thumb, rubbing with a friction that curled my toes. He kept at me until my stomach clenched, drawing tight as climax readied to take me.

  He let go. I forgot to remain still, and my hips lifted in an effort to keep contact. A sharp smack against my thigh reminded me … and sent heat swirling brighter in my gut.

  I sank my butt to the floor. I had to endure another stretch … maybe a whole minute … of waiting in silence. When he came for me again, boy, did he ever come for me again.

  The raspy warmth of his tongue stroked over my clit. He licked it like it was ice cream, and I was melting more with every lap. Melting, hell. I was boiling. My legs jittered uncontrollably on either side of him as fevered craving grew.

  The strokes of his tongue were slow, but I climbed steadily towards climax. I neared nirvana and burned with intensity. Just a little more…

  Betra stopped. My throbbing clit strained, engorged. My pulse pounded through it. A whimper broke from my throat, emerging as a choked sound through my clenched teeth.

  The whispery feeling of him stroking the insides of my thighs went straight to my clit. I quaked all over, unable to stop myself from doing so. I ached to force him to make me come. My hands were tied, however – literally. If I tried to force anything to happen, he would put me in a world of hurt. The kind of hurt I didn’t prefer.

  I groaned, knowing I had no control here. My heels thumped in a weak protest against the floor.

  Something shoved into my pussy. It was only a finger, but with the stress I was under, it didn’t matter. It was like being jolted by lightning straight into my sex. I jerked and fought the scream that tried to escape. Even with the gag, I could be loud enough to wake Anrel. That would put the kibosh on sexy time.

  No doubt Betra knew it. That’s probably why he set out to drive me completely up the wall. He alternated between licking my enflamed clit and pumping inside me, knowing I dared not to utter as much noise as I wished to. Fighting the howls that wanted to be voiced while he tortured me with resounding pleasure put me in a condition of chaos. If I hadn’t been so intent on remaining quiet, I would have let go into orgasm. Betra used my own arousal against me, keeping me on the verge of climax though I couldn’t relax enough to have it.

  Heat. Excitement. Desire. He played me with a master’s touch, driving me into quaking need. It built higher and higher, leaving me with only a single thought to hang onto with all the grim strength I could find. Be quiet.

  There finally came the moment that even hanging onto a rational thought could no longer deny what I craved. Betra’s wicked mouth enclosed my clit, sucking on it while his tongue rubbed over its tip. At th
e same instant, he plunged another finger inside me, fucking me hard and fast.

  Even as I clamped down on the shriek that fought to escape, pleasure burst through my pussy. It sent me into the stratosphere, a streak of a white comet that eclipsed the dark of the blindfold. Bursts of completion streamed through me over and over. My ass bounced on the floor as he urged one blast after another from my straining body.

  He continued, tearing every last mote of bliss from me until I lay shivering and boneless. I couldn’t move any muscle voluntarily. I’d somehow kept from yelling my head off though. Yay me.