His breath had quickened noticeably. “Whatever my Matara thinks best, I’m eager to obey.”
She released his cocks, and he voiced a barely perceptible whimper.
“What was that?”
“Nothing, my Matara. I…I mean, I enjoy your touch, and it’s difficult to not miss it when it’s gone.”
She licked one finger clean of his spicy-sweet juices, their flavor reminiscent of cinnamon. Kalquorians lubricated in readiness for sex. “Are you sure it isn’t a protest, Piras? An argument?”
He hunched, but he was watching avidly as she continued to lick and suck her fingers. “Never, my Matara. I swear it.”
“I believe you, Piras. Still, the fact I had to question you at all is troubling. Bring me your cock cage.”
He shuddered, but he immediately left the bed and went to the drawer where their toys were kept. He returned carrying a metal ribbed device, which looked like something belonging in a torture chamber.
As terrible as it appeared, he’d assured Hope the only discomfort when wearing it was being denied her touch. She hoped it was true. She enjoyed calling the shots with Piras, but causing him pain, despite his enjoyment of erotic hurt, wasn’t an activity that did anything for her. Hope’s dislike for dealing such discipline was a funny reaction, considering she took great pleasure from receiving punishment herself.
She could claw Piras, even bite him in the throes of passion, but giving spankings and the like were out of her wheelhouse.
Kila and Lokmi weren’t squeamish when it came to wielding straps, switches, paddles, or hard, unforgiving palms on shivering buttocks and thighs. What Piras and Hope were incapable of giving to each other, their Nobek and Imdiko more than made up for.
Hope encased Piras’ shafts in their metal traps, cinching the straps at the bases of his eager flesh so he couldn’t ejaculate no matter how excited he became. Meanwhile, Lokmi tugged at her blouse, opening it at the front and pushing it off her shoulders. Since her hands were engaged in rendering Piras temporarily celibate, the Imdiko left the shirt draped from her elbows and unsnapped her bra. It too fell away, and his hot, demanding hands squeezed her bared breasts. Her breath caught at the hint of pain, and her panties were abruptly wet.
“Do you like what you see, Piras?” Lokmi teased before his tongue traced the whorls of Hope’s ear.
“Our Matara is beautiful, my Imdiko.”
“She is.” He pinched, and Hope jerked at the sizzling hurt jabbing her nipples. She let go of Piras, having secured him in the cage. His flesh pressed the metal bars of his prison, and she wondered how it couldn’t be painful.
“Kiss me,” Lokmi ordered.
As if a switch had been thrown, Hope went from being Piras’ mistress to Lokmi’s servant. She turned her head to meet the Imdiko’s lips with her own, her fleeting glance noting Kila was comparing thicknesses of his various straps, readying to punish Piras and perhaps discipline her too.
She moaned, her pussy flexing, as Lokmi’s tongue filled her mouth.
He pushed her blouse and bra off, his kiss demanding. Lokmi was an Imdiko, a natural caregiver, but he possessed a great number of Dramok control characteristics as well. He was as likely to punish misdeeds as Kila at his most demanding, a prospect both enthralling and daunting for Hope.
He broke the kiss and pushed her onto the bed, putting her on her back. He yanked her pants and panties off, exposing her to the men’s avid gazes. He and Kila could be especially intent. So much so, Hope often fought the urge to cover herself, though she’d lost count of how many times they’d had sex.
She was small in stature, especially compared to her clanmates. Her slight frame, when she wore baggy clothing, had led her to be misidentified as a boy on occasion. She’d been delighted to escape second looks from men when her life had hung on remaining invisible aboard an Earther battlecruiser. Safe with her clan, she’d found herself wishing for a curvier physique.
It hadn’t been an issue in the past, however, and it was apparently not so at the moment. Lokmi’s arousal jutted the crotch of his black formsuit, which she glimpsed before he swooped down. His mouth latched on her shaved pussy, and Hope’s brief regret fled at his eager attention.
“That looks good,” Kila growled, bending to watch more closely. He held an arm-length strap that made up for being short by its thickness.
Lokmi generously pressed her legs wider to afford the Nobek a better view of his tongue swirling around her clit. Kila rubbed his own swelling crotch as he indulged his greedy stare on the exciting scene.
He glanced at Piras, whose head still bowed submissively. “I see tits that need sucking and an ass that needs a beating. Get to it.”
Piras was on his elbows and knees in an instant, putting his vulnerable ass in the air. His mouth, no less hungry than Lokmi’s, settled on Hope’s small but sensitive breast and pulled eagerly. She moaned at the feeling of her lovers feasting on her.
Piras didn’t let up when Kila’s leather slapped his bare bottom. He whimpered against Hope’s flesh, but kept sucking and licking her stiff nipple with abandon. He switched between breasts, notes of pain on each exhale as the strapping went on with no sign of letup. Kila’s smirk was dark as he watched the Dramok’s ass redden, as Lokmi stabbed his tongue into her pussy, as Piras kissed and lapped in desperate concentration.
Lokmi returned his attention to her clit. He shoved two fingers in her cunt and pumped, finding her hotspot with practiced ease and applying mind-blowing friction. She jerked in response, nearly knocking Piras aside for an instant.
“Lie still, girl,” Kila warned, never missing a beat as he continued to roast Piras’ ass. “This strap is just as good at blistering your precious rump as his.”
Hope clenched handfuls of bed coverings in the effort to obey. However, Lokmi behaved in typical fashion. He goaded her by sucking her clit harder while whipping his tongue over it and rubbing where she was most sensitive within. She was unable to keep from thrashing, and poor, moaning Piras was forced to pin her.