To make it worse, 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 and searched out the men. I found them in their common room, hanging out and quietly talking. They 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, gathering me in his arms and holding me tight. “Shalia, you have nothing to apologize for. Why you haven’t gotten upset before, 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. 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. Still, 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 all you’ve done, I had no reason to be an ungrateful bitch. I was horrible, and I should be kissing your feet.”
“Stop it,” Aslada insisted. “You are wonderful. 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 handle 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 at the clinic this afternoon.” I deflated.
“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. It was selfish to reach for excuses, but I wasn’t going to be any good to anyone, including her, if I didn’t take a break.
I wish I had required more arm-twisting from Clan Aslada to make my decision. I am not that noble a creature, however. I threw in the towel with unseemly haste.
“If you think it would be for the best—”
“Most definitely.” Aslada spoke with his most commanding Dramok demeanor. He 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 any spot 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. “Open.” The wall responded by sliding forward and then shifting to the side. A secret door.
Jeez, as if 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 hall that led to an 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 in. There was no space for lighted wall panels, since most of the wall space was covered by mirrors and manacles. One wall had long, padded rectangles fixed into its surface, arranged in a kind of six-pointed star. There were restraints placed in 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 a similar table in the Pussy ‘Porter’s pleasure club. Its height was adjustable. I 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 details, a lot more details. The chamber was huge, and I couldn’t absorb it all. A clan could romp 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 positions that I couldn’t stay still.
“What do you enjoy, 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 a path to my shoulder, his teeth firm but careful as he did so. He bit 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 up my neck. His fist knotted in my hair, pulling my head back. He bit into my neck as he had my shoulder, and a small cry escaped me. He licked the hurt away, humming much as a contented cat might purr. I shuddered all over, sensing 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 pinned against him with his hand buried in my hair. My gaze rose to meet his, this dark, brooding Dramok.
Our eyes locked. He cupped my breast, held it in his calloused 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. “Keep your arms by your sides while I indulge myself with your breasts. Now, Shalia,” he warned when I failed to immediately release my hold. “Or we’ll explore the punishment side of our relationship first.”
I crumbled with both eagerness and fear before the intensity in his voice. I heard the menace he put in the word punishment and decided perhaps I wouldn’t try Aslada. 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, sensing 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 my 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 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 spine 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 spoke softly, but there was no mistaking the sharp displeasure in his tone. I let go in an instant and cringed 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’ll have to be restrained since she cannot control herself.”
“As well as punished for disobedience.” While Aslada’s censure stung, I heard a thread of anticipation. I’d find out what being a naughty girl was going to win 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 the side, and my legs the other. Before I could react, 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 fashion, spreading my legs wide. Because I’m me, I pulled at my ties. I was bound nice and tight, with no hope of pulling free.
Bare. Open. Helpless.
“This is your first infraction with us.” Aslada’s voice came from above and behind me. His big, hot hands grabbed my ass cheeks and rubbed them, making the flesh…and parts inside…heat with anticipation. “Therefore, I’ll go easy on you this time. A spanking from my hand on your lovely naked ass should do for now. If you accept your punishment properly, by thanking me with sincere appreciation for the correction after each smack, we’ll move on to play afterward.”
“Your response to discipline is, ‘thank you, Dramok’,” Jaon said. “Spoken with the utmost gratitude.”
I knew this game, a favorite. I didn’t hesitate before answering, “Yes, Nobek. I am thankful to receive correction, to teach me to behave better.”
“Excellent.” Aslada’s tone was rough with excitement. “I’ll spank you until I am sure you have learned the lesson.”
“Thank you, Dramok.” My pussy must have been dripping on the floor from the arousal melting my insides.
“You are very welcome.”
His hands left my bottom where they’d been massaging. All went quiet around me. I lay there, waiting for my punishment to begin. The seconds stretched out, growing long and nerve-wracking. I knew it was a mind game Aslada used to toy with me, making me anticipate the severity of the penalty. Expectation is as much a chastisement as the actual sentence, and I felt each moment of it keenly.
By the time Aslada landed the first swat, I was wiggling all over, unable to keep still as I awaited discipline. The loud smack was a shock, coming out of nowhere after waiting for it so long. The blast of pain to my left ass cheek was twice as devastating. It felt as if fire had been set to my skin. I yelled, jerking with violence as I forgot I couldn’t escape.
The eruption of pain settled into a hot, delicious pulse that sank deep into my flesh. I groaned then remembered what I was supposed to do. With as much gratitude as my stinging butt would allow, I managed to say, “Thank you, Dramok.”
“You’re welcome. You will be quicker with the appreciation, little girl.”
He gave it to the other side of my rump. Oh, sweet prophets. My ass was an inferno. This was going easy on me? Jeez, I’m glad I hadn’t really pissed him off, and I wasted no time in doing what was expected of me. “Thank you, Dramok.”
“Better, my lovely.”
Aslada was thorough. He did not miss an inch when it came to roasting my rump. By the fourth swat, I was fighting my bonds in earnest, the primitive part of me unable to resist trying to escape. By the sixth, tears were dripping from my eyes. I sobbed breathless thank-yous nonstop, desperate to placate the man wearing me out.
My mind got confused and twisted. On one hand, I wanted the spanking to stop. It hurt like hell. Yet the heat from it had penetrated deep in my core, increasing the need that had my pussy throbbing. I was excited that I was at the mercy of not just the man correcting my behavior, but the other two watching as well, who could decide at any moment to add their penalties. I was theirs, all theirs, to care for, to reward, to rebuke. I wanted to prove myself to them, that I deserved their care whether it be tender or exacting.
That desire consumed me. It made me insensible to any aim but devoting myself to the pleasure of Clan Aslada. I became aware that the spanking had ended and that they were stroking my hair, my back, and my thighs as they murmured comforting words. I was still saying, “Thank you, Dramok,” in a constant, wavering drone.
I yelped when a cold and damp substance was smeared on my stinging rear. “Easy, sweetheart,” Meyso soothed. “It’s a lotion to ease the pain. Good girl.”
I sighed. The cream he used on me ended the ache of the spanking in an instant. My butt no longer throbbed, but my naughty bits did. Good night, I was horny after discipline, but that wasn’t new. I do love it when my lovers put me in my place, whether it’s on my back or with my ass in the air.
While Meyso treated my aft area, Jaon brought me water, holding it for me as I sipped. That meant the hands rubbing my back and shoulders belonged to Aslada. The very hands responsible for making me squeal in pain now had me sighing with delight. He massaged with such experience that I was a gooey mess in a matter of minutes. Sweet prophets, that man gives good rub.
I finished the water and Jaon knelt before me, putting his face level with mine. He gazed into my eyes. For once, his feral expression had eased, softening into calmness. I wouldn’t say the Nobek looked gentle, because he’s not made for such an appearance. He watched me with enough tenderness that my chest tensed.
He moved in, his lips closing over mine. His kiss was languorous and searching, as if he had all of eternity to explore the myriad ways he could meld his mouth to mine. I lost myself in his kiss, my whole being centered on the sensation and flavor of his quiet passion.
While Jaon charmed me that way, Aslada kissed and licked his way down my spine, leaving a warm, wet trail towards my buttocks where Meyso was finishing tending to me. The Imdiko’s hand ran down my buttock to cup my pussy, easily accessible since my legs were strapped wide apart. He stroked down my inner thigh, smearing wetness over the skin. His palm reversed course, bringing his touch to my womanhood once more.
One careful finger traced the slick folds, the touch light and yet profound. I whimpered a
s Meyso explored, drifting over every nook and cranny my secret flesh possessed. He drew a tight circle around my clit, without touching it. That part of me strained to make contact, and my hips struggled to move as my body demanded more. I couldn’t budge, however.
Adding to the madness, Aslada’s wandering lips had made it to the cleft of my buttocks. The flesh he had so recently punished was now treated to kisses and tender caresses. His finger joined Meyso’s for a brief moment to wet in my flowing honey. He painted my anus with my slickness so he could ease his finger in me. My muscles clenched.
Jaon continued to kiss me, gentle then turning violent with passion. My lips felt wonderfully bruised from his attentions. I couldn’t get enough.
Meyso teased my pussy, fondling every part but my clit. That small bit of flesh didn’t feel so small. It felt swollen huge, blood pulsing in excruciating throbs that left me as breathless as Jaon’s kisses. I strained, desperate for the Imdiko to stroke me there.
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