Alien Refuge (37 page)

Ospar considered her. Her scent was coming stronger, that delicious aroma that told him she was becoming wet. “What if I tell you the answer to that question is yes?” he asked.

Her eyes dilated, the black circles of her pupils eclipsing most of the brilliant blue. Her perfumed arousal increased. Ah, a woman that would own him for a lifetime, and not just because they were clanned. Strong outside the sleeping room, naturally submissive in his care. It was a mix that could easily send him to his knees.

“You want to be dominated by us in private,” Ospar told her. “You want to give up all control.”

“I don’t know.” She was struggling to do what her head told her, not her body.

“I do.” Ospar abruptly shoved his hand inside her blouse, inside her bra to possessively cup a soft breast. He rubbed the nipple between finger and thumb, feeling how it tightened to a hard nub for him. “Give yourself to us, Iris. Surrender yourself completely.”

He moved his grip from her chin to the back of her head, cupping his palm around it and lowering his lips to hers. He gently nipped her lower lip, and she responded to the sting with a moan. Her hands went to his waist, and she gripped his formsuit in her fists.

Ospar kissed her demandingly, his hand rubbing her captured breast while his mouth plundered with ruthless strength. Iris opened her mouth to admit his tongue, which swept in to claim her. He kissed her hard, leaving her lips reddened and swollen when he finally drew back. She swayed in his grip, her eyes unfocused.

“You are mine, Matara,” he whispered in a fierce tone. “When we are together in private chambers, this body belongs to me. You will give yourself over gladly.” He paused. “What do you say?”

Her eyes half-lidded, her voice dreaming, Iris answered, “Yes, my Dramok.”

“Very good. Stand still.”

He swept her blouse off over her head. Her bra was also pulled from her body, leaving her pretty, round breasts bare for his enjoyment. Ospar wasted no time in wrapping his arms around Iris’ waist and picking her featherweight body up. The position put her chest right at mouth level. Hungrily, he sucked one sweet mound into his maw, tasting her skin’s saltiness.

Iris jerked and cried out in reaction. Her hands twisted in his hair, and Ospar frowned. He liked her touching him, but preferred she do it only at his command. He released the delicious breast he was intent on devouring.

“Matara, place your hands behind your back. Lace your fingers together and leave them there,” he told her.

She looked down at him, hesitating. A crease appeared between her brows as she contemplated defying him.

He raised an eyebrow at her. Amusement at her willfulness made him smile, but he kept his tone firm to let her know he was serious. “Will I have to put you over my knee for a spanking, naughty girl?” he asked softly.

Her eyes widened, and Ospar could almost hear her thoughts as she debated whether or not he would do such a thing. Her scent strengthened, and the Dramok felt a surge of passion. She found the idea enticing, did she? Discipline would have to be handled carefully given the past abuse suffered at her Earther husband’s hands, but Ospar was delighted to know it might be something she could learn to enjoy. Iris deserved the opportunity to know all the pleasures of putting herself completely in the clan’s hands.

After a long beat, Iris untangled her fingers from his scalp. She put her hands behind her back.

“Much better,” Ospar said, giving her as much approval as he could. Her face softened with quiet, hopeful joy. The expression stabbed his chest.

Little Iris, you are enslaving me with every passing moment, he thought.

He sighed and went back to mouthing her breasts. He set his rough tongue against her nipple first, licking all around it, whipping against it, making it red and hard and swollen. Then he did the same with the other one, working the flesh until it was engorged to his satisfaction. While he enjoyed Iris’ flesh, she moaned and shuddered under the attention.

Time to step it up, Ospar decided. He sucked as much of one breast as he could fit into his mouth, letting his teeth scrape her tender flesh. Iris cried out in reaction and thrust forward, as if to make him take more.

Ospar withdrew, sucking hard on her breast as he released her. At the end, he nipped the jutting point to make her cry out again. Her aroma was a drowning sweetness all around him.

Her other breast received the same treatment. Iris’ every breath ended in a whimper and the Dramok felt the gallop of her pulse against his tongue.

Ospar loosened his grip on Iris, letting her slide down his body to her feet. Her knees buckled as she landed, sending her tumbling backwards. Jol and Rivek were there to catch her, and she blinked up at them as if she’d forgotten they were in the room. Perhaps she had. Her eyes had that glazed, dreamy look again.

Ospar let his clanmates support her as he tugged her boots off. Then he peeled her pants away, taking her panties with them. Her sweet, hairless pussy was there, wetness glistening from the darker pink of her slit.

The Dramok tossed the last of her clothing aside. Then he cupped her mound, feeling how slippery, how hot she was. Held up by Jol and Rivek, Iris groaned at his touch and writhed against his rubbing fingers.

“Who does this belong to, Iris?” he asked.

“You, my Dramok,” she panted.

“What do we call it?”

Her breath caught for an instant, and Iris started to shake her head. Ospar narrowed his eyes at her.

“It’s my pussy, my Dramok,” she choked.

“Whose pussy?”

Iris answered quicker this time. “Your pussy, my Dramok,” she said.

“Very good.”

She lit up at his approval, and Ospar was glad he hadn’t called her on her mistake or hesitation. Right now, Iris needed more encouragement than correction.

“We are going to push more limits, my Matara,” he told her. “You will be restrained again. Do you trust us to pleasure you and not bring you harm?”

No pause this time, though her eyes widened again. “Yes, my Dramok.”

“Good girl.” Ospar nodded to the other two men.

They lifted Iris into the sling hammock. It had been made for a much larger Kalquorian body, but they were able to arrange Iris so that her hips came to the edge of its surface, right over the padded bench.

Standing to one side of the hammock, Jol held his hand out to Iris, palm up. “Your wrists, my lovely.”

Iris licked her lips and slowly complied. The Nobek’s fingers curled around her arms and pulled them back and up. He secured her hands together in a soft cuff that was tethered to the wall behind her, stretching her arms over her head. The position made her back arch a little, which forced her breasts up.

Meanwhile, Ospar and Rivek busied themselves binding her legs. Her ankles went into more soft cuffs which were attached to tethers high up on the walls on either side, spreading her legs up and wide open.

Ospar looked Iris over, enjoying the sight of her bound and exposed for his pleasure. She was back to looking uncertain, but her juices flowed copiously. The vulnerability made her apprehensive and excited.

“Beautiful,” the Dramok breathed. “Perfection.”

Jol and Rivek stepped back, giving him sole access to their newest clanmate. He settled on the padded bench, delighting in the vision of his woman laid out before him. Ospar sighed.

The time had come to demonstrate to Iris just how dominating he was. She would be tormented to their mutual enjoyment, suffering with pleasure until she screamed. He would suffer right along with her too. His cocks were already heavy and aching with the need to empty into her.

But not before she knew what it was to give herself utterly.

Ospar slid a finger along the outer lips of Iris’ splayed sex, spreading her honey all over the trembling flesh. Her trembles grew to quakes as his touch neared her exposed clitoris. He drew a slow circle around the erect nub. Iris jerked against her bonds, but she could not escape his touch.

He decided he would take her to the brink immediately. His finger and thumb captured the swelling nub so gorgeously displayed. He rubbed it with quick strokes. The demanding friction had her writhing helplessly right away. Her skin flushed a lovely coral pink, and her sex bloomed a deep scarlet. Her round, soft belly trembled with tiny quakes. Yes, she was closing in fast. Ospar bent to her sex, inhaling her musk with pleasure. He flicked his tongue over the very tip of her exposed clit.

Iris jerked and yelled. Ospar watched her entrance clench in a tiny spasm. She was almost there. He dragged his tongue across her clit and sat back, releasing his hold on her.

A harsh cry erupted from his beloved’s throat. Her entire body strained, right on the cusp of orgasm. And then the tension slowly ebbed, leaving her sobbing and fighting her bonds.

“Why – why did you stop?” she wailed, her blue eyes bright with tears. “I was right there, Ospar!”

“I know. I don’t believe I gave you permission to speak, my Matara.” Ospar’s tone was unbending steel. “You may apologize for disobeying me.”

Iris gasped and stared at him. There was an instant of anger peeking from her expression. At the same time, her pussy clenched just enough for him to spy the movement. Oh, he had her. She might not realize it yet, but he most certainly was in his lovely mate’s head.

Her lower lip trembled, and the momentary fury disappeared. In a small voice, she said, “I am sorry, my Dramok.”

He nodded, as if he was calm and in control of his own rampaging needs. “Very well. But if you disobey me again, I will have to punish you.”

Iris swallowed. “Yes, my Dramok.”

He patted her thigh with affection. Then he asked her, “Do you remember the lesson from last time? How I will grant you pleasure if and when I wish?”

She drew a deep, shuddering breath. “Yes, my Dramok.”

“That is how it will always be between us. Do you understand?”

That flash of anger again. Ospar fought not to smile. She was so spirited, his Iris. It was part of what had made him love her so quickly.

The look faded. “Yes, my Dramok,” she answered, but Ospar was quite sure she was only agreeing to placate him for now. Something told him Iris would challenge him at a later time. He looked forward to that.

But for now, he wanted to resume their play, play that would culminate in their great mutual pleasure. His grin returned. “Good girl,” he said.

Ospar looked to the cart of shelves next to him. He selected an anal stretcher, an inflatable rod that would ready Iris for penetration. Then he bent forward, licking along one side of her clit. She jerked with a cry. Another lick, on the other side of the straining nubbin. Iris fought to writhe, her tethers keeping her in place.

Ospar used his fingers to spread her slick pussy as far open as he could. Ancestors, she was soaking wet from need. His cock throbbed insistently, wanting entrance into her warmth. Instead, he slid the slim stretcher rod inside.

Iris groaned in reaction. Her sex clenched at the device, no wider than two of Ospar’s fingers. He moved it in and out, slowly fucking her with it. He slid his tongue over her clit. She went rigid all over, her breath coming in sobbing gasps.

The Dramok continued the erotic assault, listening to Iris’ strengthening cries, gauging carefully when she might be closing in on release. When he thought climax was imminent, he sat up, slipping the stretcher from her pussy.

Iris wailed from the denial, but she did not speak. Her eyes did all that for her, staring at Ospar, imploring him to finish the deed.

Instead, he pressed the tip of the stretcher to her anus. Well coated with her juices, it entered her with ease. Ospar pushed it all the way in to its base, where a rubber tube ran from the stretcher to a pump bulb. He squeezed the bulb several times, inflating the stretcher until Iris’ face tightened in a slight wince.

The Dramok left it for the moment, returning to the delectable pussy open for his use. He entered it with two fingers, pumping Iris’ inner softness good and hard, watching as she began that eager climb towards ecstasy once again. His thumb occasionally rubbed her engorged clit. She was starting to reward his efforts with little screams. There were sobs as well, as if she knew he would not allow her to come once more. She was right. As soon as her sex began the telltale squeezes that betrayed her body’s readiness, Ospar withdrew his fingers.

He pumped more air into the stretcher, spreading her rear entry. He was glad to see how close her body was to being ready for him, because he would soon spill whether he was inside her or not. His trousers were painfully tight.