Alien Revolt (Clans of Kalquor Book 11) by Tracy St. John

Author:Tracy St. John [St. John, Tracy]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2017-06-13T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Hope stared at Piras, the offer ringing in her ears. Her mind was in a whirl as she evaluated his long, elegant body. Would she like to have him? Was he kidding? What woman wouldn’t?

He’d pushed back from the desk, and she could see the bulge of his interest. The questions kept coming, questions she hoped she had the courage to answer. Would he be as big as Lokmi? As thick? As incredible, but with her in charge?

The idea, exciting enough to make the damp crotch of her panties cling to her pussy, set off a maelstrom of confusion. Yes, she wanted Piras, had wanted him ever since she’d slammed into his brick-hard body a few days ago. But what precisely was she supposed to do with him?

Hope grudgingly admitted, “I wouldn’t know where to start.”

Piras’s smile shook her. It made her insides tremble with longing. His expression was knowing and yet sweetly hopeful at the same time. It made her want to wrap her arms around him and kiss his almost-pretty face a hundred times over, all while whispering endearments to make him feel secure and safe. Cared for.

He told her, “We start with ground rules. I have non-negotiable limits.”

“Such as?”

“No bloodletting. I am not averse to pain, but I draw the line at serious damage.”

The idea of causing damage to Piras was a million miles from what Hope had envisioned. The room rocked for a moment. “Good. I can’t imagine going that far.”

“If there is something I’m truly uncomfortable with, I’ll let you know. Since I might beg for something or say ‘no’ and not mean it in the course of play, you’ll listen out for the word sholt. It is Kalquorian for ‘stop’.”

Hope remembered Lokmi playfully telling her he’d like to give her a spanking. Had he ever spanked Piras? Could she spank Piras? Apparently, it was an activity on the table.

Hope envisioned her hairbrush in her hand, peppering the Dramok’s beautifully curved ass with its hard surface. She imagined his raspy-sexy voice raised in whimpers as she disciplined him for some slight, real or conjured. Of him kneeling at her feet, accepting his punishment, growing hard and eager as she wielded control over him. As she served his need to surrender while he served hers to take command.

The idea of Piras kneeling gave her another fantasy. His strong jaw, and possibly an equally strong tongue—what could she have him do with those?

“Sholt,” she repeated. “If you say it, I have to halt whatever I’m doing to you.”

He nodded, his eyes growing wide. His respiration was coming quicker. “You must stop right away. But it would take a lot for me to say it.”

“Okay.” Hope swallowed hard. “I understand.”

“What would you like me to do first, Matara? I am yours to command.” He slid from his chair to kneel before her on the floor. He laid his cheek on her knee and stared up at her with a look of surrender.

She blinked at him. Well, the

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