Thursday, March 28, 2013
September 23 (evening)
Well, so much for the under-control libido. Damned Kalquorians. Their very presence seems to be an aphrodisiac.
The meeting portion with Nang went well. He had a bunch of people waiting around to see him outside his office, but when I walked in and he noticed I was there, he sent them all away. Then he ushered me in and shut the door.
I did my speech for him, playing my vids in the appropriate places. Overall he thought I’d nailed it. Good to know I’m nowhere near rusty when it comes to putting together a production. We ironed out some terms he thought Kalquorians might find confusing. He also gave me a few pointers on how to present myself to gain the empathy of Nobeks. He says they're the ones who tend to scare Earthers the most. Considering the intimidation I felt from last night’s bodyguard, I knew exactly what he was talking about. I told him about Big Scary, and Nang had a good laugh. He said the guy probably overdid it in an effort to show me no one was going to get past him.
“This is exactly the issue I’m talking about fixing,” Nang said, sobering a bit. “What was meant to comfort and make you feel secure had the opposite effect.”
“I was afraid to even look at him,” I admitted. “I thought he might bash my head in if I accidentally frowned or stared too long.”
Nang shook his head. “What a mess. Do you have that list of equipment needed to vid record your entire presentation? Several sites have asked for copies to present to their people.”
I gave him my list. “I’m nervous about getting in front of so many people. I’ve always wanted to do broadcasting and be in front of the cameras, but this live thing has me sweating.”
He smiled at me. Nang looks as fierce as a Nobek sometimes when he’s all commander-ish, but when he softens up, he’s drool-worthy. “You’ll do wonderfully. I know you will. I’ll be right there to support you all the way.”
We next went to work on the presentation he wants to make to the Earther refugees who have come here. That was about an hour’s worth of brainstorming and getting major points hashed out. Instead of hanging out over his desk, he set up his computer at the little conversation area he has across the room. We sat at a low table on the biggest pillows I’d ever seen...more like super-soft cushions, in fact. Pretty comfy. We sat there next to each other, our heads bent over his computer. We must have had five different vids up at one time with major issues listed, the Galactic Council’s mandate, the terms set forth by Kalquor’s Imperial Clan and Royal Council on clanning Earther women, and even a top secret message from the Holy Leader himself detailing the reason he would not disarm the explosives beneath the cities. That little missive was directed to the members of his cabinet, including one Michael Durham. It made something in me ill to see Mike’s name right there in black and white. I’m not sure if it’s because of the hell he put me through or because he’s dead. Probably both. Can you say ‘mixed emotions’? One moment I’m thinking of justice being served, the next I’m feeling guilt because Mike had not supported what led to Armageddon.
After we got some of that squared away, Nang kind of lowered the boom on me. “Why don’t we schedule your presentation two days from now? We’ll make it for the evening, about an hour after the day shift has ended. I’ll delay the evening shift so the majority of my men can attend.”
“Two days?” My heart started pounding.
“You’ve got everything ready from your end. I see no reason why we can’t have the recording equipment and auditorium ready by then.”
“Yeah. I suppose you’re right.” I tried to sound a lot more confident then I felt.
The next thing I knew, Nang picked me up and put me in his lap. He hugged me close. “You will be magnificent, Shalia. I don’t doubt it for a moment.”
Oh heck. Here I was in a compromising position. Again. Vulnerable to a sexy Kalquorian. Again. And there is just something about Nang’s uber-confident personality that knocks me for a loop every time.
I have no sense where he’s concerned. But at least I didn’t have to feel guilty about Dusa and Esak. They’d made that pretty clear. No clanship, no ties.
Still, they were very much on my mind after a moment of being kissed by Nang. Okay, maybe after more than a moment. Like, a couple of minutes. I caught myself comparing Nang to Dusa again, who’d been pretty commanding at our last encounter. I thought perhaps Dusa was coming into his own as a Dramok, though I truthfully don’t know enough about the Kalquorian way of doing things to say for sure. Esak wasn’t lacking in the confidence department either.
Realizing that pair was way too much on my mind for me to entertain another man, I pushed against Nang’s chest to make him break the kiss. “I don’t think this is such a good idea, Nang.”
He grinned, clearly thinking the challenge would be more fun than a real hindrance. “I think it’s a very good idea.”
“Okay, you’re pretty darned hot and all, but the truth is, I’m seeing someone. A couple of someones. A Dramok and his Nobek.”
Nang arched an eyebrow. “Let me guess ... Dusa and Esak?”
I was a little relieved I didn’t have to explain everything. I was also plenty chagrined that my affair with the pair was well enough known that it had reached all the way to the site commander’s ears. “Right. Earthers are a monogamous species. Of course I realize being with two Kalquorians isn’t real monogamy, but they are kind of a unit, being clanmates and all. So it’s kind of weird to be sitting here, kissing you. It doesn’t feel very -- ethical.”
He considered me for a moment. Then he stood, cradling me in his arms. He started walking across his office, towards his desk, talking as he went. “Let me explain this to you, Shalia. Dusa and Esak have no expectations of your monogamy as they do not have an Imdiko clanned yet. Only a full and well-established clan can claim a Matara for their own.”
He sat me on his desk. I looked up into his rugged face, thinking how easy it would be to go back to kissing him. “I understand that. I’m still not comfortable with what feels like playing behind their backs.” My cheeks heated as I added what I thought would convince him more than anything else. “Plus I’m sore from being with them last night.”
Nang looked at me for several seconds. Finally he asked, “Are you attracted to me, Shalia?”
I couldn’t help myself. I looked him up and down, noting all that masculinity well displayed in his skintight formsuit. I sighed. “I’d have to be blind and insane not to be.”
That earned me a laugh. “Part of my job here is not just to save as many of your people as I can. I’m also supposed to attract as many fertile Mataras to Kalquor as possible, without forceful coercion.” Nang’s voice dropped until it was rumbling through my bones. “You need to know there are many Kalquorian men who can satisfy your needs. You’ve had a taste of the younglings. It’s time you knew the experienced touch of a man with rank and maturity. I would be remiss in my duty if I neglected educating you on that.”
“Oh,” was all I could think to say. Nang made a very persuasive argument.
“You want me to do my job to the fullest of my ability, don't you?”
Ha. I wanted him to do me to the fullest of his abilities. But I did make one last admittedly half-hearted attempt to pretend virtue. “I’m still sore. I don’t think I’m up to sex. Seriously, Nang. I don’t think I’ll enjoy it.”
He laughed, but there was something dangerous in the sound. “A real man doesn’t have to put his cocks in a woman to satisfy her needs.” He inhaled sharply. “You are in need, lovely Shalia. I can smell it, and I cannot allow you to leave my office in such a state.”
Nang was right in that I was aroused. My panties were soaked. Damn, that man could probably have talked the Holy Leader into skipping church. I’d never known anyone that could get me going just from a look and the sound of his voice.
So when Nang pressed me back to lie on his desk, I went down way too easy. I made no effort to stop him as he unbuttoned my blouse, spread it open, and eased my bra up over my breasts. Then he pushed my skirt up to bunch at my waist. He eased my panties down, pulling them past my slippered feet. His eyes darkened as he displayed my sex to his gaze.
“You are such a beauty,” he breathed. “It is my very great honor to care for you.”
He stood between my legs, his thick thighs opening me. His gaze crawled up my exposed body until his eyes met mine.
“I am going to cover your mouth with my hand, Shalia,” Nang said. “I will pleasure you to the point that you cannot be quiet, and there may be someone outside the door.”
My eyes widened at his words. What was he going to do to me that would make me react like that? Without actual sex involved?
Nang’s huge hand went over my mouth. “Relax,” he whispered. His other hand cupped my pussy. I moaned to feel his heated touch there.
His fingers stroked the soft petals of my womanhood, bringing more gushing moisture to already soaked flesh. I couldn’t help but roll my hips up, encouraging him to do more.
“Easy, little one. Surrender to me. I’ll take care of you.”
Nang explored every nook and cranny of my nether flesh, his touch alternating between tender and demanding. Curls of pleasure twined through my pussy, bringing whimpers. With both hands I clutched the wrist of the hand that muzzled me, needing something to hold onto as my insides melted.
The whole time Nang stared into my face, his gaze avid as he catalogued my every reaction. Occasionally he murmured, “That’s my girl,” or “Good, Shalia, good,” when I cried out or dug my nails into his arm.
Blissful need washed through me, pulsing slow and warm through my loins. But I wanted more. As if sensing my growing desire, Nang stepped up his seduction. I groaned and arched as he inserted a thick finger into me. He stroked in and out, fucking me nice and slow.
His thumb brushed so very lightly over the tip of my clit. My senses galvanized at the sudden splash of sensation. I jerked, my feet kicking so hard that one of my slippers flew across the room. Massive arousal interrupted the sweet, easy ride I’d enjoyed up until now.
I wriggled almost desperately, trying to get Nang to touch my clit again. “Easy, little one,” he whispered. “Ease down. We’ll get there. Trust me and give yourself over.”
He continued the leisurely fingerfuck, and I gradually went back to a nice simmer. Then Nang added a second finger. I was more full but not enough that it aggravated the ache from last night’s activities. I hummed happily, enjoying the thorough attention I was getting.
Nang brushed my clit again, and I tried to fly off the desk. The bolt of erotic elation had me thumping my ass against its surface.
I wailed against the warm palm when Nang didn’t repeat the gorgeous stroke. I could have climaxed with only a few seconds of that touch, and need was brutalizing me.
“I know,” he soothed. “I’m being cruel, aren’t I? Just relax, Shalia. I promise you’ll have all the pleasure you deserve.”
I whimpered and reluctantly acquiesced, letting him lull me back to that low, gentle boil of arousal. I floated on the surface of it, my pulse slowing.
Nang’s fingertips pressed on my interior hot spot and rubbed. Explosive heat filled me. The next instant, he stroked my clit. A dagger of ecstasy stabbed my pussy. I kicked my other slipper off. It shot up to the ceiling and bounced back down.
“Nang!” I tried to scream, but his palm had my lips sealed shut. He went back to sliding his fingers in and out of me.
I wasn’t having it. The surge of blatant need wasn’t going away this time. I writhed and grabbed at the hand torturing my pussy. Nang immediately stilled and gave me a stern look.
“Shalia, do I need to tie you down? Because I will if you don’t lie quiet for me.”
I had a jolt remembering how helpless I’d been bound by Dusa and Esak. I wasn’t ready to do that again, not quite yet. Not with Nang, who was infinitely more threatening than the younger men I’d been with. I made myself stop fighting and went back to holding the wrist attached to the hand on my mouth. Tears of want slid from the corners of my eyes.
“Hush, sweet one. Be very good for me, and I’ll let you climax.”
I couldn’t help the tremors running all through my body. This time my body refused to settle back down. My pussy grasped at Nang’s fingers, trying to suck them in faster and harder. It seemed every inch of me below the waist and above my thighs pounded with the demand to be brought to culmination. Nang’s deliberate, lingering strokes in and out weren’t doing a damned thing to soothe my need or quiet the clamoring.
I whined and put every bit of plea into my eyes I could. I was getting desperate for him to finish me off.
Nang smiled at me. “All right, Shalia. It’s time.”
His fingers curled inside me, finding that magic place that made every hair on my body stand straight up. His thumb rubbed slow circles over my clit.
My body felt as if it opened wide, making room for the cataclysm barreling down on me. Elation shot through me like a ball through a cannon. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t recite my A-B-Cs. It was as if thunder had become trapped inside and rumbled violently to get back out.
I tumbled down from that incredible high only to be tossed straight back up again. I was dimly aware that Nang was still working my clit and joy spot. Then all I knew was vicious pleasure, the kind that bites and tears without mercy. I’m sure I was screaming beneath Nang’s palm, but I never heard it. All I knew was the howling roar in my ears and the earthquake in my guts.
Another descent, this time further down than before. I had an instant where I could think clearly, where I was trying to yell at Nang to stop, for God’s sake stop before he killed me, but I couldn’t talk past his hand and he was forcing my overwrought body to orgasm again. And again. And again.
I think I went off half a dozen times at least before he finally let me stop. When he took his hands from my pussy at last, I lay like a forgotten rag doll on his desk, sobbing and shaking and still spasming. Fuck. Maybe there can be too much of a good thing. He’d not made me any more sore than when I’d walked into his office, but deep inside I felt absolutely gutted.
Nang uncovered my mouth and leaned over to press a gentle kiss to my lips. “Now you have been properly satisfied,” he said with no small measure of pride.
He picked me up and went back to the cushion where he’d sat as we’d worked on our presentations. He cuddled me in his arms, keeping me warm ... keeping me in one piece ... as I calmed. Because I seriously felt like I was ready to shake apart. Those climaxes had been monumental, beyond anything I could have ever conceived of. I didn’t know such pleasure could exist. I wondered if he’d kept at me if I could have gone insane from it.
After a little of my shockiness had passed, I said, “That couldn’t have done much for you.”
He rumbled laughter. “It actually did. It’s a good thing I have a spare formsuit in the closet.”
“Oh.” Well, for heaven’s sake. I was glad he got something out of it after making sure I had gotten my cookie. Make that a jar full of cookies.
It took a half hour before I could stand on my own two feet again. Nang made sure my clothes were on right, if a bit wrinkled. He also found my shoes and put them on my feet. It was like Prince Charming giving Cinderella her glass slipper. A little. Sort of. No, not really.
He also arranged for my dinner to be delivered to the dorm room. Nice guy to understand I was not going to be fit for public consumption tonight. I’ll tell you what else; as soon as Mom is in bed, I’m going to sleep too. I have no doubt in my mind I will rest very well tonight.