Page 20 of Clan and Command

Kila stopped rubbing, though he still held Piras. “Unfortunately, this isn’t the time or the place.”

Piras keened a complaint. Kila was more than capable of giving him what he craved. He didn’t want to wait. Unable to stop himself, he ground his crotch against the other man’s hand.

Kila growled a warning. He yanked Piras around, forcing him so they stood face to face. The Nobek stepped forward, pushing him up against his desk. “I said we’ll wait. Now say, ‘yes, Nobek’.”

The face glowering threateningly was as enticing as it was frightening to Piras. Still in the throes of sexual excitement, he didn’t hesitate to answer. “Yes, Nobek.”

“Good boy.” Kila grabbed the back of Piras’s head, holding him in place for a lip-bruising kiss. His tongue glided into the Dramok’s mouth. Piras acquiesced, his body softening even as his cocks surged with eagerness.

Kila tasted him until Piras couldn’t draw breath. Yet he didn’t try to break the kiss, content to have the Nobek’s mouth work his until he passed out. As the first hint of dizzy faintness stole over him, Kila seemed to sense Piras was going woozy. He released the fierce embrace.

His pupils wide-slitted with desire, he stared down at Piras as the admiral gasped. “I like that you fall apart for me so easily, you lovely creature. I like that instinct for quick obedience.”

Piras had no reply. His brain could only offer wispy bits that didn’t count as real thoughts.

Kila chuckled, and the deep sound of his approval vibrated through Piras’s body. “From now on, if we’re discussing or having sex, you will immediately say ‘yes, Nobek’ to any demand I put to you. Not obeying me means punishment. And I am a harsh disciplinarian. Understood?”

Piras collected enough of his senses to find the correct reply. “Yes, Nobek.”

“Very good. In here, you are my commanding officer. You are the powerful Dramok everyone knows you to be. But alone, when we are having intimacies, I am in control. My orders are to be obeyed without question. This body is mine to do with as I please.”

As he spoke, he emphasized his demands by pinching Piras’s nipples and squeezing his cocks hard enough to send the Dramok up on his toes. Kila threatened pain with each touch, but stopped just shy of it. Showing he could have Piras in any way he wished. Asserting his dominance.

Piras’s head swam with ecstatic arousal at the display. This was what he had always craved. What so few would give him. There was no hesitation as he gasped, “Yes, Nobek.”

“I will come to your home tonight after your shift is done. You will give me the access code to your home so that I can enter when I am ready. You will be waiting for me in your sleeping room, naked, on your knees, and ready to serve me.”

Piras quaked all over. Kila’s commands and touch had set a firestorm ablaze in his center. He would have given anything for them to be in his home at that moment. To be able to go to his knees and serve this perfect and domineering man in every way possible.

For now, he could only secure the future ability to realize such paradise. It took two whispered words. “Yes, Nobek.”

Kila sealed the bargain with another mind-numbing kiss. Piras gave himself up to it, molding himself against the other man with abandon, running his hands over the powerful, muscled frame he’d thought he’d never enjoy again. The kiss seemed to go on forever…and yet it was done far too soon.

Kila broke free. He stared into Piras’s eyes for another eternity that passed in a flash. In that endless moment, Piras saw emotions flit across the Nobek’s face, most gone too quickly to register. He recognized a few however; hunger, possessiveness, hope, and an anxiety that sat strangely on his broad face.

Then Kila released him and stepped away. Without another word, he left the office.

Piras didn’t worry over the encounter right away, or what it meant for later. His first order of business was to keep his knees from buckling and spilling him to the floor. He felt an absurd pride when he made it to his chair before collapsing.

Chapter 8

The sky had turned dark over the capital city of Kalquor when Kila stood outside the door of Piras’s home. He was still and quiet for some time, preparing himself. What he readied for depended on whether or not Piras had granted him automatic access to the tree home. In one more step, he’d find out.

Anticipation of this moment had kept him hard all day. Holding Piras earlier, fondling his delectable body, kissing his delicious mouth, and feeling the man succumb to his strength had fed too many fantasies to count. The hope that the night would see him entwined with Piras, their bodies melding together in that most pleasurable of connections, had made it difficult to concentrate. As for the awful dread that Piras would stick with the rejection from the night before…well, that had been a much more unpleasant torment.

One step. Acceptance or rejection. What would he find? Even preparing for battle didn’t make Kila feel so anxious. The handle of the black cloth carry bag he held was slick with sweat from his palm. He chuffed a mocking laugh at himself. Facing armed enemies had never offered such a level of worry.

One thing was for certain. Trying to figure Piras out was never a boring exercise. It was part of what made him too damned fascinating to give up on, even at his most frustrating.

One step. It was time to take it, to find out if the submissive Dramok had thought better of his agreement to give himself to Kila. His heart hammering, the Nobek raised his foot. Brought it forward. Put it down.

The door opened.

Kila exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He entered Piras’s greeting room.

Like most of the rooms he’d seen last night, this one was close to empty. A couple of seating cushions were lonely, crumpled sentinels on the gleaming wood floor. Only the walls evinced any sort of signal a real person lived in the place. They were crowded with remarkable models of spaceships, each replica looking real enough to take flight and zip about the room at any moment. Piras had an amazing talent with the miniatures.

As Kila moved in silence through the rest of the house, he thought of how Piras had admitted he didn’t know what to do with all the space of his home. Kila could appreciate that. When one spent years sleeping in quarters just big enough for his mat, the most modest-sized home seemed spacious. Indeed, it seemed as if this house’s size was warranted only by the need for wall space to exhibit hundreds of ship models.

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