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“Yes. They’ll be here for a couple of weeks.” During which Stacy would sleep alone, because her fellow Earthers might also disapprove of her sweethearts bunking in the leadership’s official residence.
It was difficult navigating between her love life and professional career as Earth II’s most public servant. Stacy was resolute to be as open about her relationship with Clan Rihep as Kuran felt was safe, but she was equally resolved to shepherd the new planet in the right direction so humans could prosper. It was a minority which wished to take Earth II down the dark path that had led to its first incarnation’s destruction, but they were determined. Stacy couldn’t let it happen.
Fortunately, her intended clan understood and were willing to wait the eight years she was eligible to be governor, should her people elect her to do so.
Kuran tapped his handheld busily. “When will they be here?”
“In a couple of weeks. Is that okay as far as readying safety measures?”
“I don’t know why it wouldn’t be since we already have established protocols and the manpower to carry them out. I’ll be interested to find out how Adams assigns security for your mother and sister.”
“I’m sure he’ll do fine. Will you be assigning any of your, uh, operatives to them? If so, will my mother and sister be advised?”
Kuran considered. “Maybe only when they’re in public spaces. I understand the preference for privacy, and Government Hall will be guarded by the security assigned to it. You can tell them undercover agents will be watching them when they’re in public, but the phasing has to be kept secret.”
“Understood.” It spoke well of Kuran’s trust in her that Stacy knew anything about the devices. Phasing was a closely guarded secret, according to her lover and bodyguard. If such technology fell into the wrong hands, the consequences could be disastrous.
She imagined phased Tragooms running around on Earth, grabbing humans at will. Or Bi’isils escaping their planet and exacting revenge on Kalquor. A chill ran the length of her spine.
Stacy trusted her mother and sister implicitly, but they wouldn’t learn of the existence of phasing from her. It was easy to imagine them captured and tortured for information, if it somehow leaked out.
“Does Mom or Sis like limburger cheese?” Etnil’s hopeful voice roused her from her thoughts.
She threw a napkin at him. “Don’t even think about it.”
It was nearly an hour later when the group finished dinner and cleanup. Stacy was pleasantly mellow, having imbibed in as much leshella as Rihep had allowed. He’d been very precise when it came to the amount she could drink, giving her hopes he had exciting plans for her later in the evening.
Stacy had come to terms with the intense sexual activities she and her men preferred. Quiet research had informed her she was far from the only woman, including those who held positions of leadership, who indulged in surrendering to men in the bedroom.
Or in the office.Her thoughts strayed to Kuran bending her over her desk to spank her bottom and fuck her senseless.
Submitting to her lovers was the tip of the iceberg for Stacy. She also found a moderate amount of pain enthralling as proof of the power she handed to them. She loved it when they were gentle, but she came hardest when they were demanding. It was a quirk in her personality she’d decided to embrace instead of fight. The fact her Kalquorian lovers tended to be alpha beasts in bed, even easygoing Rihep and silly Etnil, coincided nicely with her tendencies.
Her wishes showed every indication of coming true when Rihep, setting dishes in the washer, spoke in his typical quiet tone without looking at her. “Stacy, go to the sleeping room, undress, and wait for us on the bed. Kneel in the pose I prefer.”
“Yes, my Dramok.” In an instant, a switch was thrown. Stacy Nichols, who could shout down and shut down half a dozen political opponents at once, bowed her head in subservience. She turned and headed for the door. A smack to the ass from Kuran’s palm told her to hurry, so she did after yipping at the blaze of heat.
As soon as she got in the bedroom, she flung her clothes off in haste. Unless she wanted a round of discipline to start, she should be in place and ready to serve when the men came in the room.
She paused. Did she want punishment right off the bat? No, it would be more exciting once they’d warmed her up in other ways. She kicked her jacket, blouse, and trousers against the wall, uncaring of how they’d wrinkle.
Her butt cheek still baked from what had been a casual swat from Kuran. Though she could hear the hum of conversation coming from the kitchen, Stacy climbed on the mile-wide bed and knelt at its edge. She couldn’t be sure Kuran’s voice was among those speaking, and he was adept at showing up unexpectedly. The Nobek was uncannily silent when he approached. His love tap as she’d left the kitchen might have been an indication he was in the mood to chastise.
Her pussy throbbed at the notion of a spanking or flogging. Maybe she should invite discipline after all.
Except she couldn’t guarantee it would be the type she preferred. She remembered misbehaving and orgasming before she’d been given permission one night. The next day, she’d been made to wear a vibrating pad on her clit during work. Kuran had been phased as usual, turning the silent vibe on to keep her aroused, especially during meetings. When she was alone, she’d begged him to let her come, her pussy aching in need. He hadn’t allowed it, nor had Rihep when she’d joined the clan in their quarters that night. They’d put her through her paces for hours, making sure of her obedience to their commands. Only then had they finally allowed her to come. Climax, fended off for so long, had been more agony than relief. When they noted it, Rihep, Kuran, and Etnil had forced her to orgasm until she begged them to stop.
Stacy shuddered at the memory and assumed the expected position, a good little girl obeying her Dramok master. She knelt, spreading her knees as far apart as possible to display her shaved pussy. She laced her fingers at the back of her head, her elbows spread wide. The posture lifted her breasts like an offering.
She stayed in place, listening to the sounds of at least two of the men cleaning up. In the room, silence was a held breath. She imagined Kuran in the doorway, which her position didn’t allow her to view. She imagined him standing there and watching her, waiting for the least sign of disobedience to Rihep’s command so he could make her pay.
Her pussy flexed, and wetness slid from it. She hated orgasm denial, but the mere idea of being under the clan’s control to the extent she’d face it should they be displeased by her in some fashion excited her anyway.
Twisted, lady. Very twisted.
Fuck it. Being dominated by the trio got her literal juices flowing, and she refused to deny herself the thrill.
Talking from elsewhere in the home had ceased. She listened hard for footsteps, her breath quickening in anticipation. Soon. They’d join her soon and see she’d been a dutiful girl. They’d reward her in the ways she enjoyed best…or test her further, as their whims might dictate. It didn’t matter either way; she was theirs to do with as they wished.
