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Stacy did not, especially when he went to work once more on her breasts. After all, her secretary was in the next room. Discretion was best.
It was difficult to maintain silence when Kuran’s hands were just as busy beneath her skirt as his mouth was on her breasts. Stacy chewed on the fabric between her teeth to keep from crying out as thick fingers sank in her pussy and ass and his calloused thumb rubbed her clit. She was forced to clench her bound hands in a single fist to stay propped upright on the desk. Otherwise, she would have been lying uncomfortably on her arms. It increased her helplessness as Kuran fingerfucked her toward nirvana.
He nipped her breasts between open-mouthed kisses and sucking, darts of pain joining the swirling tide of excitement. Wet sounds of what he did were a symphony of lust, and Stacy was quickly succumbing. Would he punish her if she came without permission? Usually he told her whether she could, but it hadn’t been mentioned. The friction of his fingers and thumb on her sweet spot and clit was ushering her to the point of no return. She had no defense because his muscled frame wedged her legs open. Her desperate kicks punished only the air.
He drove her relentlessly, inching her ever closer to surrender.Can I, Kuran?She wanted to shout the question, but the gag and self-preservation wouldn’t allow it. Her cunt clenched a warning, but Kuran ignored it. He fucked and sucked harder.
Tears ran from the corners of her eyes as a delicious spasm of bliss shot through her. She bit hard into the gag, but small moans escaped. Kuran released the breast he was devouring to gaze at her face as her pussy convulsed around his fingers.
“Naughty,” he whispered. He pulled free. She knew what was coming, but the orgasm continued.
He swatted her misbehaving pussy. A gorgeous mixture of pain and rapture announced renewed climax. It continued as he spanked her vulnerable flesh. She writhed violently, fighting with all she had to keep from screaming from the incredible sensations barreling through her.
She was still coming when Kuran freed his cocks and drove them in her. He made her take him despite how orgasm tightened her rhythmically, bringing a fresh rush of exquisite torment. The determined thuds of his animal rutting sounded loud. Her desperate gasps and whimpers were deafening. The idea of her secretary hearing them, of Todd forcing the door open in a panic and seeing them, set her off yet again.
Bondage, discipline, forced submission, and the threat of being caught. It was everything she lived for when it came to sex.
Kuran sighed, and his cocks jerked, flooding her convulsing cunt with his seed. It was the reprieve she both welcomed and regretted. She trembled from head to toe. At moments like these, she wondered how she managed to handle three of them at once. It seemed impossible.
“Whew. That was a nice start,” he whispered in her ear.
Start? Her eyes widened.
He chuckled, low and dangerous in his throat. “You have thirty-five minutes until you knock off from work officially. I bet I’ll be ready for another round in fifteen.” He considered her. Topless, her skirt bundled at her waist, panties gone, legs wedged open. His cocks, buried deep, twitched. “Make it ten. Still plenty of time to tie you on your knees on your chair, ass out to welcome my primary. I bet you come without my permission again. If you do, I’ll make it so you can’t stop screaming once I get you home.”
Stacy whimpered. Her pussy spasmed. She had no doubt he’d win the bet.
* * * *
“What are you playing at, Miss Nelson?”
Selt scowled as Blythe jumped at the low voice in her news floor cubicle. She spun in her hover chair to confront Cal Mitchell. She blinked.
The Nobek, phased as usual, checked their surroundings. He was standing in a corner of the cubicle, and he had a good view of the news floor and the various reporters, editors, and secretarial staff filling it. It was close to the end of the workday. He estimated a third of the personnel had already left. It left plenty of witnesses on hand to keep the speaker from posing a real danger, but Selt adopted a defensive posture.
Why? It isn’t as if he’s threatened her life.
Selt wasn’t sure why his alarms were going off. Mitchell was well past middle age and soft. Nonetheless, the Nobek’s hackles rose at the sight of the ruddy features attempting to hide his anger behind a smile.
Stand to face him, Blythe. Show him you aren’t intimidated…it’s the best tactic against his kind.
Selt was glad to see she felt the same. She stood, all five-feet-one of her, a wisp of a woman. There was caution in her expression, but iron too. Strength radiated, and Selt’s cocks twitched.
“Speaker Mitchell, you surprised me. I’m sorry, what was it you were asking me?”
“You gave Nichols information I passed along to you to write about. She used it in her last speech.”
“Oh, you mean her affairs with Kalquorians before Clan Rihep. I didn’t tell her I knew any of it. To be honest, I was shocked she admitted it to the public.”
The governor had also spun her affairs favorably. She’d cited the terror and confusion that had led her to seek safety, as so many Earthers had after the original Earth had been bombed into a wasteland. Many recognized her struggle as familiar. Selt knew it because he’d been at the campaign rally, tagging along on Blythe’s heels, especially when the group carrying explosives had been taken down.
“Honest?” The speaker sneered the word. “Somehow, I doubt it.”
“The lieutenant governor is perfectly happy with my work. As a matter of fact, I spoke to him an hour ago. We discussed the story I’m filing.”
“Which is?”
“The attempt to attack Governor Nichols, the second of such efforts, demonstrates the public’s disaffection for her. My slant on the issue has Mr. Bryant’s approval.”
