He leaned closer, capturing her gaze with his. In his most no-nonsense tone, he told Cissy, “I will take care of you in every way you need – including making you come so hard you scream.”
For once, it was Cissy’s jaw that went slack with surprise. She sat and stared at Rolat, her eyes wide.
Diltan guffawed. “The rebel is shocked into silence. Perhaps that reckless behavior was an act all along.”
Cissy stared at Rolat for another long beat before dragging her gaze free of his. She made a face at Diltan, but there was no rancor behind it. Her voice sounded a touch breathless as she defended herself. “He startled me. Everyone has been tiptoeing around getting intimate since I got here. Even the young men are cautious, as if afraid they’ll scare me away. To hear a man just come out with it is jarring.”
Rolat grinned as he put a finger under her chin and made her face him once more. He sensed Cissy’s reluctance to look him in the eye, but he gave her no choice in the matter.
When her gaze locked with his, the Nobek said, “I am quite blunt, little wild one. In fact, I prefer to be up front with what I want. What I want is you.”
With that, he leaned in closer ... close enough to kiss. He did so, pressing his lips firmly against her so-soft ones. When he felt her melt against him, he pulled her into his lap.
By the ancestors, Cissy Salter felt like heaven in Rolat’s arms. Her delicious, curvy frame fit wondrously in the circle of his embrace. She seemed to have been made for him to hold. He gathered her closer still, holding her against the wall of his chest.
Cissy moaned. It parted her lips, and Rolat was quick to take advantage. He slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting this little Earther like a man dying of starvation. Her tongue was velvet against his coarser one. He sucked on it, drawing on it, devouring her.
For a moment, Rolat was overwhelmed by the sensation of holding a soft, compliant woman in his arms. His cocks filled with heat, demanding. He broke the kiss, gasping for breath.
There was no relief in that. Now he looked into Cissy’s face, seeing how her eyes had glazed over, the way her lips were reddened and puffy from his attentions, and the soft glow of want in her expression. His cocks jerked. The thought of feeling her pliant around them, yielding to their hunger...
No. No, I’ve been without a woman for too long to let things happen that quickly. I may not get another chance with this particular beauty again. I want more than a quick fuck and release. Much, much more.
Rolat knew what act he wanted to start with.
“You’ve been naughty, little Cissy,” he rumbled, his voice soft and purring. “Starting with the first time I saw you. Dripping wet in a soaksuit that barely covered your luscious body, flaunting yourself in front of me and mine.”
Cissy licked her lips. Her eyes were still dazed, as if Rolat had cast a spell over her. “What are you going to do with me?” she asked in a whisper-thin voice.
Good. She still exhibited that potent mixture of excitement and anxiety that Rolat liked. How far would she let him take her?
He moved one hand down her spine, smoothing his palm over the black leather until he cupped her bountiful ass. He squeezed one cheek, the one that had haunted his fantasies since the moment he’d first laid eyes on Cecilia Salter.
“I’m going to finish what you started,” Rolat said. “The handprint you left on this delectable flesh was not nearly enough. Your whole ass needs to be red, covered in
my
handprints. You are in dire need of correction, young lady.”
Even as he spoke, Rolat worried he was taking this too far and too soon. Kalquorians as a rule enjoyed pushing limits when it came to sex. Domination, bondage, and rough play were as natural to men like Rolat as the instinctual act of fucking. However, Earther limits on such were legendary. That race wasn’t viewed as repressed for no reason.
Even someone as outrageous acting as Cissy might not appreciate all the activities Rolat enjoyed. Just because an Earther opted to live on Kalquor and join a clan didn’t mean that Earther was the right fit for every clan’s preferences. She might be extra sensitive to pain play. She might despise being bound. Some women were as commanding in personality as the men, necessitating an agreement to switch dominance.
Besides, they had established that Cissy was going through a phase in which she tested her limits. It could be that a spanking would be beyond hers, especially dealt by a man she knew little about.
Rolat hoped she would give his brand of sexual play a chance. That ripe, round ass did need a spanking. He was just the man to deliver it.
* * * *
Cissy stared into the dark purple eyes of the man holding her. Had Rolat really said he wanted to put his handprints all over her ass? Was he talking about spanking her?
Cissy had been more than willing to experiment with the Kalquorians on the transport that had brought her to the Empire. She knew how dominating the men were and some of the wilder sexual activities they enjoyed. Spanking had always been high on the list.
She’d allowed half a dozen men to bend her over benches or their laps. Getting her bottom warmed had resulted in varying states of pleasure and pain, depending on her partner’s expertise in the matter. Her butt had met hands and straps and overall found the experience to be agreeable.
Cissy tried to think responsibly about the immediate situation. She’d had too much to drink tonight. She didn’t think she was outright drunk, but her head buzzed pleasantly. Her thoughts felt muddy, too gooey to come through clear. Plus she had little personal experience with Rolat. Tasha had told her enough that Cissy was sure he was a safe person to be with, but who really knew?
Yet there was a security safeguard here in the complex. Sensors would have picked up that three men had entered Cissy’s room with her. Fifteen minutes after their entrance, if they weren’t gone, the computer would automatically send a message to check on Cissy. If she didn’t respond to it with her code, it would signal security to come to her room and forcibly enter.
It seemed to Cissy there was more to be worried about ... some important detail she was missing. With the bohut making her loose-limbed and Rolat’s stare and threatened spanking warming her below the waist, she had trouble thinking. Good heavens, she could drown in the deep blue-purple of this man’s eyes. And then there was that huge hand squeezing her ass. Such a big hand, a hand that would deliver the kind of spanking that would make her thrash ... and wet.
“Naughty girl,” his deep voice said, rumbling from his chest to shiver through her. “Are you ready to make up for your bad behavior?”
Cissy wasn’t sure what she would say, she wasn’t even sure she could speak. Yet her mouth opened and formed the word, “Yes.”
“Have you bothered to learn any Kalquorian yet?”
“
Lina. Kenich guer
”: A little. Not terribly well. Her numb tongue stumbled over the guttural pronunciation.
Rolat understood it anyway. He nodded and smiled. “Do you know the word for ‘stop’?”
“
Sholt
.” It had been one of Cissy’s first Kalquorian words. Her lovers always cautioned her to use it if the sex play got too rough.
A spanking often led to sex with the aliens. A spark lit in her gut, eclipsing that warning feeling that she was forgetting something important.
I’m being stupid and tipsy, but I don’t care. I want this man to spank me with his big, heavy hand. I want him to make my ass hot, and then I want him to fuck me. I want, I want, I want.
Rolat’s thrilling stare filled her vision. “I will be careful to not cause any damage. If the pain becomes too much or you are upset with the chastisement, you will say
sholt
. If you understand my instructions, say, ‘Yes, Nobek.’
“Yes, Nobek.”
A million times yes, and a million times more.
He picked her up off his lap. More hands grabbed her, and Cissy remembered it wasn’t just the two of them. For heaven’s sake, how had she forgotten Diltan and Wal were there too?
As her head swam with arousal and confusion, they turned her over so that she lay over Rolat’s muscled thighs. Scarred flesh of a dangerous man. Cissy could feel how unyielding he was. Damn if his legs weren’t each nearly the circumference of her waist, and she was no dainty girl. Was she really giving herself over to this beast for a spanking?
The familiar mix of concern and anticipation filled her being. The anxiety was more intense than usual. First of all, Rolat was bigger and badder than the men she’d played with on the transport that had carried Cissy from Earth to Kalquor. Second of all, he had help. There was more than one pair of hands hiking her skirt up, pulling her panties off, and rubbing her bared derriere. Cissy had never played with more than one man at a time before. Most of the men serving in the Empire’s fleet were unclanned Nobeks. The majority of the Kalquorians she’d entertained were young with as little experience with females as Cissy had with males.
Diltan’s clan was not made up of wet-behind-the-ears boys, nervous with immaturity. The sense of assuredness transmitted through their touches, the way they massaged her rump and thighs. That they knew what they were doing offered a strange mix of security and terror.
“By the ancestors, I’ve been thinking about this ass for weeks,” Diltan groaned. “Serve her well, my Nobek.”
“Of course. Will you keep an eye on her for me, Wal? I’m not sure such a stubborn creature knows when to say when.”
One pair of hands left off its eager kneading. A moment later, warm palms cupped Cissy’s face, tilting her head up. She looked into the Imdiko’s face.
His pupils had nearly swallowed the purple of his irises. Wal’s parted lips showed his fangs had descended from his palate, peeking out from behind his flat teeth. Yet he smiled as Cissy’s gaze met his, and his attractive features transformed to become almost as dazzling as Diltan’s.
“Hello, my lovely. I’m going to watch to make sure you’re all right while Rolat gives you discipline.”
“Okay.” Cissy’s brain refused to come up with a better response. She stared at Wal, amazed that he could appear so forgettable in one moment, so gorgeous the next.
One of the two pairs of hands still rubbing her flesh drifted down her legs, stopping halfway down her thighs. They gripped her firmly. The other set of hands stilled. One held a fleshy buttock while the other traced its way up her spine. It stopped at the nape of her neck. Rolat’s fingers curled around, holding her.
“Now my lovely, wayward Earther. You will hold still until I’ve turned this delectable ass red enough to satisfy me that you’ve learned your lesson. Next time you feel mischievous, remember the spanking I’ve given you.”
That he invited Cissy to misbehave again went unsaid. She sucked on her lower lip, anticipating future spankings as well as this one. Plus there was the bonus of irritating Diltan for real...
Rolat’s hand lifted from her ass. “Relax,” Wal whispered. “It will be more enjoyable if you don’t tense up.”
Cissy drew in a deep breath. Blew it out while concentrating on making all stiffness release from her body. Her pussy was warm and wet with anticipation.
Bring it on, big guy.
The heavy palm crashed down on her right buttock. Pain flared white-hot and agonizing. Cissy shrieked.
“Fuck!”
“I do hope we get to that,” Rolat chuckled. “But first, this. Oh, what a lovely handprint on that sweet ass. Time for another.”
Cissy moaned, unsure if she wanted another one. The first blow was fiery hell. Maybe she didn’t want this after all. Maybe she should call a halt.
Her gaze was still on Wal’s face. He’d glanced away to see the effects of his clanmate’s discipline, and his expression filled with bald want. It made her sex pulse to see such naked desire.
It distracted her enough that she didn’t finish considering whether or not she wanted the spanking to continue. Rolat’s hand slammed her left ass cheek this time. Cissy howled.
Tears leaked from her eyes. She jerked in an effort to get free, to escape the flaming agony of the Nobek’s correction. However, he and Diltan held her down, keeping her from getting away.
Caught. Can’t move. No escape...
Another slap, this time to a part of her right buttock he hadn’t struck before. Cissy had plenty of backside to paddle, something that had delighted previous playmates. If Rolat was going to turn the entirety of her ass red, he still had a ways to go.
“Look at her dance,” the Nobek chuckled. “I do enjoy a good lap dancer.”
“You told her to keep still,” Diltan said. His cultured voice was breathy.
“I did. I’m glad she’s so disobedient. I like the show and it gives me an excuse to keep spanking her for not minding me.”
Another slap. More flames. Cissy sobbed and writhed. No matter how she bucked, she couldn’t get loose.
They had her helpless. It was that sensation of utter vulnerability that enticed her every time.
Even as pain rained down on her flesh, a part of Cissy reveled in her lack of power. Immobilized, defenseless, she had no hope of physically overcoming the men. For whatever reason, it made her insides melt. Even as she sobbed and struggled against them, her body woke as it never did for sex alone. She felt more alive, more vital right that moment as Rolat spanked her.
Through it all, she gazed through tear-blurred eyes at Wal. His eyes darted to what his Nobek did to her, but only for quick moments. Most of the time his stare riveted on her face, watching her carefully. Despite her throbbing butt and the fact she was held down with no hope of defending herself, Cissy felt safe under the Imdiko’s regard. It made no sense to feel protected when a man held her legs prisoner and another walloped her ass, but a sense of security enveloped her just the same.
Her rear was on fire. Her sex heated, excitement percolating with every strike. Moans interrupted Cissy’s cries as lust went to full boil. Pain was an aphrodisiac, feeding her arousal so that it bit hungrily throughout her gut. Her struggles were no longer about escaping Rolat’s discipline. She rubbed her mound against his thigh, reaching towards fulfillment.