Piras was tall enough and Hope short enough that it wasn’t necessary for the Dramok to climb to his feet.He remained kneeling, though he straightened as tall as he could, and reached for her collar.A resealable seam ran along the front of her shirt, and he inched it apart to reveal her lace-clad breasts, which lifted and sank in quickening breath.Lower, exposing her taut abdomen.The dark blue blouse, wrinkled from her concealment, slid from her shoulders at his prodding.
She’d felt the room as cool earlier, but Lokmi’s stare made her flush warm.It never failed to amaze her how after years of clanship, after being naked in front of her men on countless occasions, they could still make her feel exposed and vulnerable.Lokmi was particularly adept at it.Simply sitting on a messy, dilapidated bed, he evinced the aura of a king whose every whim must be obeyed.Hope could well imagine enslaved concubines of history feeling as powerless as she did under the control of a lascivious monarch they dared not deny.
The difference was, his undeniable will and how he’d wield it excited her.There was anxiety, but it was anticipatory.She had no reason to fear her clanmate.
“The bra.”His gaze raked her.
She schooled her features to not betray her feelings as her chest, her least favorite body part, was exposed.Her younger sister Charity had inherited all the curves.Hope’s figure was slim to the point of boyishness, a fact she’d never quite lost self-consciousness about.It wasn’t her clanmates’ fault; they made no secret they found her desirable.Perhaps it was her breasts’ sensitivity they deemed alluring.When Lokmi, Piras, or Kila fondled and sucked them, she could barely contain her excitement.
Neither Lokmi nor Piras were touching them, however.Lokmi merely looked, and she fought the urge to cover herself, embarrassed yet again and angry she felt that way.Nothing was wrong with her body.Her men had proved it so on many occasions.
Fortunately, Lokmi moved on before she could dwell on her perceived shortcomings.“Shoes.”
Piras tugged her sneakers off.Hope gave Lokmi an appealing look.
“Yes?”His brow lifted, telling her she was pushing her luck by interrupting the striptease.
“Can I keep the socks on, please?The floor looks dirty.”
He chuckled.“You can wash your feet, my germaphobe.”At her whine, he granted her wish.“Fine.Leave the socks.Shorts, Piras.”
Hope wasn’t as sensitive when her shorts slipped down her legs, her best feature.Kila had rhapsodized often about how gorgeous they were wrapped around their hips or heads, depending on the specific activity.Toned, smooth, and long for her small proportions, their exposure never failed to make Lokmi lick his lips in appreciation, as he did now.He rubbed his crotch, adjusting the bulges as his cocks strained his pants.
“Panties.”
The crotch of her underpants, a lacy match to her bra, painted wet lines on her inner thighs as Piras slid them to her ankles.She sensed she looked ridiculous standing in her very unsexy fleet-issued socks, but she was certain the floor was covered in grossness.It was best not to take chances.
Her concerns about filth were brushed aside as Lokmi stood and adjusted his erections once more.He stalked around her, examining her from every angle.Piras had sunk into a semi-crouch next to her feet, his hands resting on his thighs as he waited to be used, sent away, or simply ignored.
Lokmi stroked the Dramok’s hair absently as he passed him.His regard was casual, but Hope knew he registered the lift of Piras’ shoulders and his aura of contentment at the brief acknowledgement.Lokmi might appear indifferent, but he was always intensely aware of every nuance when it came to his clanmates, particularly those who’d put themselves under his control.
He kept circling, his touch now for Hope.His fingers combed her nearly black hair.She couldn’t contain a shiver when their tips brushed down her spine.He cupped her cheek, smoothed his thumb over her chin.The back of his hand stroked the slight curve of one breast, then the other.He stroked her trembling abdomen and stopped in front of her.
“Piras.”
The Dramok’s shoulders dipped lower.“My Imdiko?”
“Chair position.”
Piras moved behind Hope, grasping the backs of her knees.He lifted her effortlessly, coming to his full height.Her shoulders and spine rested against his torso, and her pose was indeed as if she straddled a chair, her legs spread wide to display her pussy to Lokmi.She felt Piras’ avid excitement on her ass.She scented it too, a spicy-sweet mix that tickled her nostrils.
“Lovely.Thank you, Piras.”As he gazed at her exposed sex, the Imdiko casually played with her breasts, occasionally tugging on her nipples to send excitement shooting straight to her clit.“Whose pussy is this, my Matara?”
“Yours, my Imdiko,” she gasped as her nipples began to swell and ache.Her pulse pounded in her womanhood, as if to make the sensations match.
“And your ass?”
“Yours too.”She trembled as he stepped closer.
“Are you making my pretty pussy wet for me?”
“Yes, my Imdiko.”
“Let’s find out.”
His fingers skated down her torso, zeroing in on her eager flesh.His thumb settled on her clit and rubbed lightly.Despite the gentle touch, Hope jerked in Piras’ arms.She thought she’d shoot through the storeroom’s ceiling at the bright flash of pleasure.
“I believe this pussy is hungry for a cock.Yes.Very wet.”
