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Doljen sat down. “Tumsa said you had something to tell me?”
“Yeah. After this morning’s shift, what do you say to showing me this amazing valley with the waterfalls?”
He brightened at once, making her feel bad for having refused him at first. “Really? I thought—”
She showed him her half-empty coffee. “I’m only on my second cup. You should know better by now. A low-caffeine Bernadette is a grumpy Bernadette.”
“You must be permanently deficient then,” Hal teased.
She made a rude gesture, but with a smiling Doljen eating with good appetite, she had to laugh.
* * * *
“Look at this gown.”
Bernadette turned to see an enlarged vid hovering over Doljen’s handheld as he lounged on the massive bed that spread across nearly the entirety of their quarters.
She took one look at the confection of lace and silk and put her foot down. “No.” When he opened his mouth, she warned, “You got your perfect valley venue and a ride for our guests. Don’t push your luck.”
He sent a frown in Tumsa’s direction. “My Dramok, she’s playing captain in our private quarters during off-duty hours.”
Tumsa had just appeared in the doorway of the bathroom, toweling after his shower. “She’s acting like a woman who has no use for frilly dresses. You’re aware of her tastes, Doljen. Find her something simple but elegant.”
“No pink or yellow,” Bernadette added. “I look sickly in those colors.”
“What happened to ‘you pick it, I don’t want to be bothered?’ That is what you said.” The petulant tone was ruined by a ghostof a smile. Doljen’s choice of the lacy nightmare and complaint to their clan leader was no more than a tease.
Bernadette grabbed a pillow and whacked him a few times. He laughed, then stole her pillow and tossed it aside. It flew at Hal sitting at the miniscule desk on the other side of the bed. He batted it away without taking his eyes off the computer. Bernadette had no idea what he was researching. Probably knives to add to his ever-growing collection.
“I appreciate what Tumsa’s wearing. That’s what you three should go with for the ceremony.” Bernadette ogled her naked clanmate.
He grinned at her appreciation. “I thought you were the one who liked to be looked at. Would you be naked too?”
“In front of your parents? Even I have limits on that sort of thing.” She grimaced. “Ick.”
“Did someone say naked Bernadette? I gotta have that. Now.” Doljen tossed his handheld.
Instead of deflecting it as he had the pillow, Hal caught it and set it on the desk. He looked away from the computer, his gaze alight with interest. “Who doesn’t want that?”
Apparently, Tumsa was in agreement. He was at her side in an instant. He gently tossed her on the bed so that she landed next to Doljen.
All three men converged on her. In the six months they’d been together, they’d learned to work as a team again. There was no fumbling as they concentrated on realizing their fantasy of a nude Bernadette, each man stripping her speedily.
“Assume the position,” Tumsa called, his grin easy. There was no sign of the guilt that occasionally assaulted, from him or the others.
Delighted to obey and keep them smiling, Bernadette caught the backs of her knees. She spread them up and out, displayingher sex and ass without blocking access to her breasts. The men pounced.
Chapter Twenty-Two
All was sucking mouths and grasping hands. Intent gazes. Tumsa, Doljen, and Hal took turns pausing, as if they’d rehearsed it, to watch the others maul her. They excited Bernadette with their stares. She lay panting under the force of their regard, examining all her secrets and her reaction to their discoveries.
At one point, Hal exited the bed briefly, returning with the black leather harness he’d had custom made for her. They buckled it on. Her knees were in the same position as when she’d held them, kept in place by latches on the harness. Her arms and hands were helpless too, linked to the collar that circled her neck.
The final touch was the ball gag Tumsa strapped to her mouth. They sat back to view their handiwork.
She was crisscrossed with straps, but all intimate parts remained exposed. She couldn’t move to escape their scrutiny or any act they chose to perform on her. Wetness slid from her pussy as she basked in her vulnerability to her clan.
The real torture began. Doljen brought a buzzing vibrator to her clit and moved it over her while the others played with her breasts and watched. Her twitches and moans were noticed but ignored as fierce arousal built higher with each passing second. When her trembling turned to quakes, Doljen moved the vibe from her clit and fucked her with it. Excitement still grew, albeit more gradually. When he discerned she was closing on climax, he eased the toy into her rear hole.
