Every Man's Fantasy Ch. 27

Kalyndra responded like a loving bedmate, crossing her legs over his back, holding his head as he sucked on a tit, moaning with joy, grateful to her Master for the pleasure he gave his pet; but in the end it was Ezra who succumbed. The regular kind of sex was not enough for him now. He needed more. He needed to tie her up and do mean things to her.

She lay beneath him, bucking her pelvis in time with his thrusts, moaning and gasping. He loved her squirms and yelps, her deep hums and catlike purrs, but he knew she had more in her, more to give him.

He pulled out and ordered her to lie on her front with her arms behind her back. He tied her wrists tightly to her knees. Roughly rolling her over, he stuffed pillows under her back, pushing her up in a steep arch. It was the hardest restraint he had ever used. She arched so far over that both her knees and her forehead were on the bed, her tits pointing upward, her back strained almost to breaking.

Her stomach muscles were like iron. He gagged and blindfolded her. With a leather strap, he flogged her belly, watching her tits bounce, making her pant with short breaths. It was exactly what she wanted. Kalyndra was in heaven. The warmth from the flogging spread around her body, giving her a sensual tingling that danced on top of her deep sexual hunger.

He flogged her thighs, adding to the delicious pain. It was the dull thudding pain she loved, the pain she got off from.

The ache from the flogging went to her pussy, driving her up the mountainside to the ecstatic peak she had approached when he was fucking her, but bigger this time.

Her belly and thighs were red from the whipping. He struck her harder and she loved it more, keening with pleasure. When he flogged her stomach again, he hit spots he had already struck, doubling the pain. It brought her closer to the peak.

Seeing her reaction - her noise, her squirms, her attempts to buck her pelvis as if she was being fucked - he hit the same spot again and again. It sent her mind somewhere else while her body did what it wanted, which was to have a huge orgasm. Kalyndra shook and her skin flushed. She felt the tightness in her throat and held her breath. The heat spread over her body and she cried out for joy.

Ezra stopped the flogging. He increased her stretch by spreading her knees. Then, with a mouth on a tit, he shoved his cock into her and fucked her senseless.

Kalyndra came again and again, shaking her head. In her tight restraint, she could move only her head, hands and feet, but her pussy moved of its own accord, spasmodically massaging Ezra's cock with muscular ripples, goading him toward a satisfying release. He held off as long as he could but her response was irresistible. With a rough grip on her tits, he pounded the last few times into her and came with a great groan, the pulsing surges seeming to last for ages.

Gentler thrusts helped them descend from the aching heights. Gentle kisses on her tight body showed her his love. He rested on her as the tension drained away.

When he untied her, she wrapped herself around him. Hot and sensitive, she wanted to be held tightly. When he kissed her, he felt tears on her cheeks. They were tears of joy and relief.

"Thank you, Master," she said. "Thank you for giving me everything I need."

******

The morning after Ezra forgave Kalyndra (good and hard), Annela went for breakfast with Danielle, as the women liked to do when they had the time.

Annela was such an easy person to like, and she spoke so openly about everything in her life (even personal stuff about Ezra that his sister sometimes preferred not to know), that Danielle found it hard to believe she had known her for only seven months.

They went to a cafe in the precinct, the square on campus outside The Needle, where there was a hovertrain station and a selection of shops and restaurants. Sitting at a table, they chatted about Ezra's bedmates. It was not a subject they usually discussed. Danielle had no desire to interfere in Ezra's love-life. She simply accepted that Annela was content to be only one of thirty bedmates. Having accepted that fact even before she got to know Annela, Danielle had been too busy to examine exactly what it meant.

Now there were four of Ezra's bedmates on Celetaris, and the News Web was openly talking about Ezra's 'harem', there were questions Danielle had to ask her friend. She needed to know how Annela felt about Ezra's other bedmates.

"I like them," Annela said.

"You don't think of them as rivals?"

"No. We all give him different things."

"I understand that. I even understand what Kalyndra gives him, but what does Solanj give him?"

"Contest. She stands up to him."

"Implying that you and the other bedmates obey him without demur?"

"Well, not really."

"The opposite of not really, Annela. I've never seen Ezra order you around."

"No. Ezra's so considerate that we don't need to assert ourselves to get our way. He always tries to please us. Solanj gets him to do things he would do anyway, but she makes it seem as though she had to fight him to get her way. It's quite comical to watch sometimes. But they both enjoy the game."

"I would understand if you were jealous of Kalyndra, but you sound jealous of Solanj."

Annela laughed.

"I'm not jealous of Kalyndra at all, perfect though she is, but I admit I'm a little wary of Solanj."

"Why?"

"Because Kalyndra could never take Ezra away from me, even if she wanted to (nor would she try). But Solanj could."

"I don't believe it, Annela. You're special to Ezra. You can see it in the way he talks about you, the way he treats you and looks at you. When I asked him what his plans were, he said he was going back to Samothea. I asked him when, and he said: 'When Annela's ready to return.'"

"That was before Solanj came here."

"But you're his soulmate."

"Solanj is also his soulmate."

"Does Solanj want Ezra for herself? Has she ever tried to get him to herself?"

"Not to herself, but she tried to kidnap him for the Herder Tribe. That's why he burned her with his laser penknife. She's proud of the scar."

"I see. So Ezra will resist her."

"He might. But Solanj is charming and fascinating. She's also very persuasive. She got Wildchild to become a Junior. And she's made big changes to our society, especially in the Cloner City. I expect she's indispensable to Madam Gloria now."

"Do you dislike her?"

"No. I like her very much. She's always been kind to me. When I had my brain cancer and blacked out, falling on top of Freya, Ezra was staying with the Herders. After I felt better, I told him not to make a special trip to see me, but Solanj persuaded him to come anyway. I'm glad she did.

"Later, when I went into the emergency escape pod, Solanj arranged an escort of Herders, who sang and danced at the feast to take my fear away. She's a good, kind, loving woman. If I could give Ezra up to anyone, I would let her have him."

Danielle looked doubtful. Annela read her mind perfectly.

"You know I was Ezra's first bedmate on Samothea? He wanted to be with me alone, but I persuaded him to be bedmates with all the Woodlander Tribe. I told him: If you have something good, wouldn't you want to share it with your sisters? ... Later on, for a moment, I regretted persuading him, but I came to accept it, although it is not just my sisters from the Woodlander Tribe now but my sisters from all three outer Tribes."

"That's something I don't really understand," Danielle said. "If I had something precious, I would share it only with Roger (unless it was chocolate)."

"That's because there's so much abundance on Celetaris. On Samothea, where we have so little, we naturally want to share what little we have with those we love."

"I suppose so, but I would never share Roger himself."

"Wouldn't you?"

"No! Besides, with whom would I share him?"

"Eva."

"Eva? You've seen Eva and me together. We bicker all the time."

"Yes, you love Eva."

"I love Joan and Cassie as well but I don't want to share Roger with them."

"Of course not. They've got husbands. Eva's got no one."

Danielle was silent a third time, thinking through what Annela implied.

"You know, you're a very disconcerting woman, Annela Freyasdaughter Woodlander."

"I know. Ezra says I'm a witch."

"I think he's right."

******

A few days later, after long discussions with his bosses, Andrew Claydon had good news for Danielle. Not only might Outworld Ventures still be open to an offer for the planet Samothea, it was hinted that they would consider reducing the price.

Reading between the lines, Danielle judged the settler company was severely spooked by the bad publicity, which triggered a storm of hostile news coverage around the galaxy, especially on Earth, including threats of political investigations. These would distract from plans to develop the company's other colonies. It would be good business to offload the problematic planet quickly and cheaply.

If true, it would be amazing news. With Outworld Ventures willing to sell, the Women's Business Initiative would renew their offer of loan guarantees and even exert pressure on the settler company to reduce its price further.

Aware that Solanj's disgraceful behaviour might be vindicated, Danielle gave the miscreants another day of the silent treatment, just to make sure they got the message. But after a week it was time to get the family back together, not least because Danielle did not like the girls' sleeping arrangements.

While the newcomers stayed in Ezra's apartment, Annela and Freya moved in with Danielle and Roger. This pushed Yael out, who went to stay with Kelly Mayfield. To make more room, Hazel and Wildchild moved in with their boyfriends, Ed and Rod, which was good for sex but bad for the boys' important final-year studies.

The girls were used to being vagabonds, but that was when they owned only one change of clothing and no books, so it was easy to move between huts or to live in tents. Now, with wardrobes full of clothes, plus airsuits, books, computer tabs, bows and arrows and even a bottle of whisky, their belongings were distributed randomly among their friends. The girls did not mind having to flit between apartments but Danielle wanted them back with her.

Deciding to let Ezra and Solanj know they were forgiven, Danielle sent Annela with a message inviting Solanj for a chat, woman to woman.

"I should go with you," Ezra said to Solanj.

"It can hardly be woman to woman if there's a man there," Solanj replied. "Why do you think you should come?"

"It might turn violent."

"I think I can protect myself."

"I'm not worried about you."

"Ha! You'd defend your sister against your favourite bedmate?"

"You're not my favourite."

"Aren't I? Who else do you treat as an equal?"

"I treat all my bedmates as equals, to me and to each other."

"You may try to, Ezra, but that's not how we feel about you. We're women, don't forget. We all want to kneel to our man."

"Except you?"

"Exactly! You kneel to me."

"I love you Solanj, but only because you're completely nuts. Please apologise to Danielle. You shouldn't have interfered with her plans and undermined her position."

"And if Danielle's plan meant I could not have my chosen bedmate on my own planet, what then?"

"You should still apologise."

******

Despite Solanj's defiance in front of Ezra, Danielle's trick of acting moodily successfully inspired her respect, which Solanj showed at their face-to-face meeting.

"Danielle, I'm sorry I embarrassed you and interfered with your plans for the future of my planet," Solanj said.

Danielle nodded to acknowledge the apology. "The damage you did may not be as severe as I first thought."

"You're more forgiving than I deserve."

It was extraordinary meekness from Solanj, a woman covered in angry-looking tattoos, whose aggressive bluster was legendary. Danielle took a good look at the woman and wondered how she produced her effect of power. Solanj was of medium height, but she carried herself with such dignity that she seemed taller. She was also thin and wiry but her personality so outweighed her physical strength that no one noticed how slight she was.

"I've something to tell you that I've told Gloria," Danielle said. "Andrew Claydon reported that Outworld Ventures is still willing to sell the planet and might not insist on the original price. It seems they prefer not to deal with a political hot potato right now."

"I'm relieved that it may turn out so well for us."

"It's uncertain but it may be that Outworld Ventures wants to offload the planet quickly and relatively cheaply."

"I expect pressure from the Women's Business Initiative helped as well, besides your own hard work."

Danielle did not believe the woman could be so modest, yet Solanj seemed sincere.

"Don't mention Andrew Claydon's report yet. We need our lawyer and other experts to look into the fine details before we can make a sensible offer."

"I'll tell only Ezra."

"Yes, you can tell Ezra. Invite him and the others to dinner tonight."

Danielle paused.

"I know how much my brother loves you from the way he describes you," she said.

"How is that?"

"Everything he says about you he says in a tone of fond exasperation, as if reporting the mischievous antics of a favourite child."

Solanj smiled. "There was I, thinking he respected me for my brains and judgment."

Danielle also smiled. "He respects your brains and judgment, Solanj. So do I. Please, no more mischief? I want us to be friends."

"We're sisters, Danielle. I promise, no more mischief."

******

Dinner that night was lively, as feasts always were for the women of Samothea. The apartment was crowded, so Danielle wisely bought in the food, despite many willing helpers. She also thanked heaven the apartments were solidly built with dynamic sound insulation devices and thick plasticoncrete floors.

Danielle marvelled at how Solanj could relax, despite spending a week in disgrace. It seemed to have no effect on her playfulness. Unpretentious and friendly, she helped at dinner despite her status as Deputy Prefect and her big pregnant belly. She was also unfazed by any of the amazing things she saw on Celetaris, such as the buildings, the technology and the crowds of people.

Curiously, although Kalyndra had behaved as badly as Solanj, Danielle never blamed her. It was easy for her to like Kalyndra, once the natural inklings of jealousy had abated. The beautiful Mariner was as helpful and kind as any other woman from Samothea and although no one could doubt the intensity of her devotion to Ezra, she made no further public spectacle and never claimed more of Ezra's attention than any other of his bedmates.

So things quickly settled down for the group. With seven women and two children from Samothea sharing the lives of Ezra and his family, there was little peace and no opportunity to hold a grudge. Life was too much fun and there was too much to learn and discover.

******

Everyone could see that Ezra was making love to Ash and Kalyndra because the girls smiled so much and looked serene. But he had not yet properly punished or forgiven Solanj.

The moment came in Danielle's apartment the afternoon after the face-to-face chat between the women. The extended family had a late lunch, after which everyone except Solanj and Ezra went out. Annela went to her teaching job, followed by a staff meeting. Kalyndra and Ash went to the medical centre. Danielle, Hazel, Wildchild and Yael went to the Science Institute. Freya and Tahney were already at school. And Roger went to the library because it contained a few thousand books he had not yet read.

Left alone in the apartment, Solanj and Ezra sat on the sofa to talk. Ordinary talk turned into lovers' talk, which turned into kissing, more urgent kissing and bundling into a spare bedroom to make love.

Although Danielle had forgiven Solanj, and things seemed to be going their way with regard to the bad publicity, Ezra had not yet made love to her because Solanj was in disgrace. She did not know why she could not be in disgrace and also in Ezra's bed, but she made no complaint for now.

Ezra might pretend to be annoyed with her for Danielle's sake, but he was not going to stay angry with the mother of Tahney for long, especially as she was carrying another of his daughters. Besides, one reason he loved Solanj was her unpredictability.

His real reason for neglecting Solanj sexually was a lack of time. Ezra loved all his bedmates and thought he had a special kind of connection to each of them. If this was romantic nonsense, yet his bond with Solanj was one of the strongest. He saw completely through her bravado and savoured her challenge as a crazy turn-on and prelude to a sweet surrender.

Solanj told the truth when she said at the Astroport that she was in a hot and randy stage of her pregnancy. She had urges that Ash could not satisfy, even with the wooden cocks they used. She desperately needed his touch, his strong arms around her, his unbridled sexual hunger, when he rammed his cock into her and made her squeal. Just kissing him made her pussy drip, weakening her knees.

Ezra put a finger in her sopping pussy. Solanj gasped and clung to him, wanting more, but he broke off and said:

"I've told you off for what you did at the Astroport, but I never really punished you."

Solanj licked her lips.

"Lie on your front," he ordered.

Smiling with her chin raised, Solanj said: "Make me!"

He did so, quite easily. She was not strong enough to resist. He forced her arms behind her back, crossed her wrists and held them tightly with one hand. He pushed her forward so she knelt on the bed. With a pillow under her head and a strong hand holding her, she was subdued. He spread her legs and lifted her skirt.

Her bare bottom was pushed up and vulnerable, ready to be spanked hard.

Ezra told her the reason for her punishment with every stroke.

Smack.

"That's one, for causing a sensation at the Astroport."

Smack.

"That's two, for letting Kalyndra cause her own spectacle."

Smack.

"That's three, for making Danielle angry with me."

Solanj started out laughing but the spanks got gradually harder. Now she held her breath before each slap and breathed out heavily afterward.

Smack.

"That's four, for embarrassing me."

Smack.

"That's five, for embarrassing the settler company."

Smack.

"That's six, for probably being right."

Solanj was happily moaning, yelping at the spanks but keening with pleasure in the gaps between them, as the hot pain diffused to a warm glow and a buzz in her loins.

Smack.

"That's seven, for suffering so beautifully."

Smack.

"That's eight, for being so sexy."

Smack.

"That's nine, for making such a lovely noise."

Smack.

"And that's ten, for luck."

The last spank was the hardest. It rocked Solanj on the bed and made her gasp.

She thought the punishment was over and turned to look at him, sexual hunger in her eyes, dripping passion in her pussy, her nipples hard and aching, her skin warm and tingling.

Ezra pushed her back down into the pillow.

"I'm not done," he said.

He did not hold her now. She had submitted completely and pushed up her bottom again, longing for more of his violent touch.

Smack.

"That's eleven, for enjoying this so much."

Smack.

"That's twelve, for being so wet."

Smack.

"And that's thirteen, just for fun."

Now he was done. Again, Solanj tried to turn around, to embrace him, but he grabbed her arms, knelt behind her and stuffed his engorged shaft into her dripping wet cleft. He started thrusting and, as always, she used her pelvic muscles to squeeze his cock with all her strength.

Solanj pushed back in rhythm and moaned approvingly as he filled her and withdrew, filled and withdrew, gradually going faster. She rocked and moaned.