“What kind of cheese was it?” Stacy asked. The urge to gag had departed, thank heavens.

  “Limburger.”

  “Etnil.” She shook her head. “Seriously? It would have stunk the second you unwrapped it, but you still tried to melt it on burritos?”

  “It’s expensive. It’s gourmet.” He looked at her as if she were the clueless one. “How could it not be delicious?”

  A grin threatened to break over Kuran’s rugged features. “The smell didn’t tell you otherwise?”

  “I held my nose and tried it. It wasn’t horrible. Kind of mushroom-y and a tang to finish.”

  “No, the garbage chute to finish, which is where I tossed the works,” Rihep said.

  “So mean. He wouldn’t look at it, much less give it a try.” Etnil sighed.

  “Anything that makes my eyes water and my breath stop isn’t on the menu.”

  “Classless thug.” Etnil showed no sign of upset, however. He smiled at Stacy and extended his arms toward her. “Where’s my kiss hello?”

  “When you just ate limburger cheese? I love you, but no. Hell no.”

  “How about you, Kuran? Being a stinky thing, you’ve always appreciated stinky things, so you won’t mind a kiss.” He reached toward his muscled Nobek.

  “Maybe not on the lips, but you’re welcome to blow me. Or suck me, whichever terminology makes you happy.”

  Etnil grabbed the laughing Rihep, acting as if he were on the verge of falling to the floor in a faint. “He joked. Kuran the Eternally Cheerless cracked a joke!”

  “This is an event,” Rihep said, pushing Etnil away. “I assume from your good moods the campaign rally went well?”

  The door’s buzz interrupted them. Dinner, which featured steaks and wine-like leshella, had arrived.

  Minutes later, they were seated on billowy floor cushions around the low table in the dining area. Glowing in success and grateful she wasn’t eating limburger burritos, Stacy told them of the exuberant reception she’d received.

  “I told you it was an excellent speech.” Rihep’s smile warmed her to her toes.

  “You did, but I was nervous anyway. I guess the Earthtiques stayed home.” She glanced at Kuran to confirm he’d seen nothing suspicious.

  “The crowd was on your side. The new guy did a great job too, given no one tested us.” Kuran simply couldn’t give poor Mike Adams unconditional credit. It had to be a Nobek trait, Stacy thought.

  She had a swallow of leshella, then sprang the latest personal news on them. “I heard from my mother today.”

  “Uh oh,” Etnil sing-songed, his eyes rounding. He gripped the edge of the table in pretended fear. “Are we in trouble for not breaking away to visit her on Haven before you started your election bid? Will she—” he gulped “—ground us?”

  There was no way he behaved like such a goofball in front of his patients. Dr. Etnil’s clients were mostly Dramoks and Nobeks assigned to the space station, and they probably didn’t wish to be in therapy in the first place. His handsome face would have been cratered by a fist by now if he’d carried on around them as he did at home. Stacy believed the ridiculous, and admittedly amusing, behavior was how Etnil blew off steam after hearing hours of other people’s problems.

  “She isn’t grounding us, though she’ll probably send you out an airlock after the first hour of listening to you in person. She and my sister are coming to visit Earth.”

  The three men blinked at her. Etnil’s pretended anxiety shifted to the real deal for an instant. He made a joke of it by imitating having a heart attack and collapsing to the floor, where she couldn’t see him.

  Rihep’s momentary surprise disappeared, replaced by his usual calm. He seemed pleased. “This is a big step for our relationship. On Kalquor, we don’t meet parents unless clanship is essentially a given.”

  “Which is where we’re heading.” Whether it was sooner or later was up to if Stacy was voted to continue as Earth’s governor. It was one thing to date a Kalquorian clan and remain in charge of the world struggling to find its identity and footing; it was quite another to be in a formal relationship when so many humans continued to regard their former enemies with suspicion.

  “I look forward to it,” Kuran said. “They’ll be staying at Government Hall in your living quarters? You’ll spend your nights there during their visit as well.”

  “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.

  There. The slightest hint of footfalls heading down the hall her way. Stacy trembled in anticipation.

  Kuran strode into view before the sounds reached the door. He had been watching her. His smirk, which she saw as she lowered her eyes as was expected, told her he was in the mood to make her pay for failing to give him a reason to punish her. Excitement made her pussy throb.

  “Did she behave?” Rihep’s voice, though as calm as ever, was edged by steel.

  “Impeccably. I suggest a reminder of what happens when she doesn’t anyway. Besides, she’s been sitting too comfortably lately.”

  Corporeal punishment. A spanking of some kind. Stacy tried not to quiver and betray her eagerness and gratitude.

  “In a little while. First, she should offer us proper salutation to start our night of pleasure.”

  Rihep’s gray trouser legs appeared in Stacy’s downcast view. He cupped her breasts, as if testing their weight, and bounced them a little in his palms. She bit her lips together as he roughly massaged the fleshy orbs. She remained as still as possible as he enjoyed himself. She offered no refusal when his calloused fingers and thumbs pinched her dark nipples and pulled them to taut points, though splinters of hurt dug into them and a jolt of purest yearning shot through her soaked cunt.

  He at last released her breasts and opened the resealable seam of his tented crotch. Thick, veined cocks sprang out, gleaming in the low light filtering in from the hall. The delicious cinnamon-y scent of Rihep’s arousal surrounded Stacy.

  “You may show your gratitude to serve.”

  Chapter Five

  Her mouth watering…she’d never met a Kalquorian who wasn’t delicious, and this clan was particularly so…Stacy leaned forward as Rihep stepped close. She maintained her pose of spread thighs and arms as was expected while she tilted her head to bestow an open-mouth kiss to Rihep’s secondary.

  His spicy-sweet flavor danced over her tongue as she slid it over the tip of his twitching shaft. She kissed him slowly, lingeringly, to show she was indeed grateful for the opportunity to adore him. Then she did the same to his larger primary, delighting in the bead of pearlescent pre-cum that had appeared. Its slight saltiness added to the delectable taste of him.

  She moved between the two lengths, taking more of him in each time, until a tickle at her throat’s threshold made her gag. Rihep’s breath caught at the sound and feeling.

  “Deeper.”

  Stacy fought to comply, swallowing the choking thicknesses as best she could. She did well for the most part, sometimes coughing when she messed up…and sometimes when she didn’t. It excited the men when she struggled to deepthroat them. They loved the idea of having such control over her, though they’d have stopped off immediately if she told them she couldn’t handle it.

  No, don’t think about it. They’re in control. I have no choice but to do as they wish. The fantasy was everything.

  Rihep’s cocks had begun to jerk when he stepped away. Black trousers took his place, clinging lovingly to slimmer legs.

  Etnil played with her breasts for several minutes, as Rihep had. He swatted them a few times to watch them quiver, to make Stacy whimper at the enthralling heat filling them. Then he reached between her legs to find her soaking wet.

  “Hello, pussy. Missed me? It sure feels like you have.”

  His fingers stabbed in her, finding her sweet spot and rubbing until she squirmed. He spanked her intimate flesh to rebuke her for not staying still, then tugged her clit so she writhed harder. Another few stinging swats followed, which thrilled better than they hurt.

  “Naughty girl. Go on and put those gorgeous lips where they belong.”

  She heard him slurp her juices from his fingers as she eagerly obeyed. She gave him the same treatment she’d given Rihep, sucking him as greedily as he did his fingers. Etnil’s flavor was slightly milder than his Dramok’s, a little sweeter. Just as luscious.

  When his hand cupped the back of her head, she quieted, her mouth full of his primary. Sighing, he rocked his hips, feeding her the entirety of his length and holding her in place until she choked. He reversed slowly, allowing her to catch her breath before doing it again.

  He groaned as she gagged on his twitching cock. “That’s my girl.”

  She imagined his expression as he fucked her mouth. She wasn’t allowed to glance up. She had to keep her gaze lowered in submission unless ordered to do otherwise. She’d seen Etnil at the height of arousal, however, his impish smirk vanishing as intense need rode him. It was a darker look than he typically wore, an aura as demanding as his clanmates’.

  After several strokes, he stepped aside so Kuran could have his turn at the beloved ritual of Stacy proving her intention to surrender.

  “Open,” the Nobek ordered in a gruff voice. Stacy did so, as wide as she could. Holding his primary up and out of the way, he slid his smaller cock over her slightly extended tongue. As Etnil had, he moved back and forth. Stacy’s lips weren’t closed over his shaft, however, allowing Kuran to watch as he moved over the pillow of her tongue, as he traveled deep and her throat convulsed around him, as she held still and accepted his use of her.

  He repeated the act with his primary, his smaller cock sliding wetly under her chin as he enjoyed her. When pre-cum spat on her tongue, he pulled free and told her to swallow it. She did so. She kept her mouth open, because he had to watch it happen.

  “Suck.”

  Her lips closed over him. His groin swayed to meet her lips as she bobbed against him, matching his rhythm even when she coughed. Kuran was exacting, and gagging was no excuse to falter. Whatever discipline he planned to deliver for later fun wouldn’t be a deterrent to actual punishment for failing to satisfy his demands.

  Another spurt of passion, and the Nobek also stepped away. Stacy maintained her spread position and kept her eyes down as they stood silently, looking her over.

  Rihep spoke after several seconds. “You mentioned reminding her of what happens when she disobeys.”

  “Yes, my Dramok.”

  “I agree it would be best. But she performed well just now, so perhaps a reward as well.”

  Stacy forced herself to not wiggle in delight. Discipline coupled with pleasure was her favorite activity.

  The men retreated to the wall where drawers slid out at a touch. The clan had three such drawers full of implements of pain and ecstasy. Stacy tried to remember to breathe as she wondered what they’d choose tonight. Cuffs? The flogger? Sensitizing gel or some other cream to delight or torment?