rather obvious.”
Govi blew out a breath and tried to smile at her. “The trouble is, you’re not sure yet, Michaela. One moment you’re completely in the moment, the next you pull back. You’re not ready, little one. We excite you, which is good, but you’re still too frightened for us to test your trauma.”
Michaela tried to figure out how to convince Govi to manhandle her some more. Anger flared when she couldn’t. She had the urge to punch him right in his pretty face so she wouldn’t want him so much.
Scowling at him for all she was worth, she said, “I’m not frightened right now. I’m more than ready to move along with this.”
“I don’t think you are. You need more time to think this through.”
The old doubts assaulted Michaela. “Maybe it’s you who needs to think about it. Maybe you’re the ones who don’t know if I excite or scare you. I think you’d better figure it out soon though. Shit or get off the pot, already.”
The three men blinked, their confusion apparent. Govi asked hesitantly, “You want us to – to defecate?”
“That’s a bit much for me,” Raxstad muttered. “That is definitely something I don’t find arousing.”
If her cock hadn’t been so hard and hurting, Michaela would have bellowed laughter at their misunderstanding of Earther slang. Instead, she was getting madder by the moment.
“It means stop teasing and toying with me! Fuck me if you’re going to, or stop getting me excited!”
Korkla looked at her crotch and winced. “I’m sorry, little girl. We shouldn’t have gotten you so aroused. It’s not fair to you.”
Govi moved close and stroked her curls. “This is my fault, and I beg your forgiveness. I still say we have to take this slowly. You can be assured that we do want you.”
Raxstad glowered at the Imdiko. “Some might say desperately.”
Govi sighed. “I agree. However Michaela, you despise yourself to the point where you’re not ready to believe we do want you. This is not something to be rushed.”
Michaela glared at him, still not quite believing they would refuse to have sex if they wanted her. Govi stared back steadily, his expression filled with regret.
She supposed that if he was really rejecting her for fear of damaging her psychologically, she should be touched by his concern. Yet for all Michaela knew, Govi was repulsed despite the cinnamon smell that came off him and his clanmates in chokingly thick waves.
One thing was for sure. Govi was not going to relent, and Korkla and Raxstad were letting him run the show. Michaela pushed past the Imdiko, getting away from the three men. She jerked her head towards the door.
“I think you should go now.”
Korkla sucked in a breath. “I’d rather not leave you angry with us, little one.”
“Too fucking late. Go. Get out. I want to be alone.”
She folded her arms over her breasts and turned away. Even with her back to them, she could sense the three Kalquorians looking at each other. She could feel their emotional distress as if it was her own.
Good. She wanted them to be upset. They deserved to be.
Korkla’s voice came from right behind her. It was all Michaela could do to not jump as he spoke. “May we visit you tomorrow?”
Misery filled her. She kept her tone cold as she asked, “What’s the point?”
“The point is, we want to see you. I’m not going anywhere until I know you’ll let us talk about this later.”
His voice was gentle, but at the same time there was steel beneath the words, letting Michaela know the Dramok would compromise only to a point. Feeling the command hidden in his statement gave Michaela a shiver down her spine.
She said in a clipped tone, “Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
The men filed past her. Govi and Korkla looked despondent. Raxstad looked both wretched and angry. Michaela did not accompany them to the door, and she did not answer their calls of ‘goodnight’.
Had she really expected to be wanted? To be seen as
Govi blew out a breath and tried to smile at her. “The trouble is, you’re not sure yet, Michaela. One moment you’re completely in the moment, the next you pull back. You’re not ready, little one. We excite you, which is good, but you’re still too frightened for us to test your trauma.”
Michaela tried to figure out how to convince Govi to manhandle her some more. Anger flared when she couldn’t. She had the urge to punch him right in his pretty face so she wouldn’t want him so much.
Scowling at him for all she was worth, she said, “I’m not frightened right now. I’m more than ready to move along with this.”
“I don’t think you are. You need more time to think this through.”
The old doubts assaulted Michaela. “Maybe it’s you who needs to think about it. Maybe you’re the ones who don’t know if I excite or scare you. I think you’d better figure it out soon though. Shit or get off the pot, already.”
The three men blinked, their confusion apparent. Govi asked hesitantly, “You want us to – to defecate?”
“That’s a bit much for me,” Raxstad muttered. “That is definitely something I don’t find arousing.”
If her cock hadn’t been so hard and hurting, Michaela would have bellowed laughter at their misunderstanding of Earther slang. Instead, she was getting madder by the moment.
“It means stop teasing and toying with me! Fuck me if you’re going to, or stop getting me excited!”
Korkla looked at her crotch and winced. “I’m sorry, little girl. We shouldn’t have gotten you so aroused. It’s not fair to you.”
Govi moved close and stroked her curls. “This is my fault, and I beg your forgiveness. I still say we have to take this slowly. You can be assured that we do want you.”
Raxstad glowered at the Imdiko. “Some might say desperately.”
Govi sighed. “I agree. However Michaela, you despise yourself to the point where you’re not ready to believe we do want you. This is not something to be rushed.”
Michaela glared at him, still not quite believing they would refuse to have sex if they wanted her. Govi stared back steadily, his expression filled with regret.
She supposed that if he was really rejecting her for fear of damaging her psychologically, she should be touched by his concern. Yet for all Michaela knew, Govi was repulsed despite the cinnamon smell that came off him and his clanmates in chokingly thick waves.
One thing was for sure. Govi was not going to relent, and Korkla and Raxstad were letting him run the show. Michaela pushed past the Imdiko, getting away from the three men. She jerked her head towards the door.
“I think you should go now.”
Korkla sucked in a breath. “I’d rather not leave you angry with us, little one.”
“Too fucking late. Go. Get out. I want to be alone.”
She folded her arms over her breasts and turned away. Even with her back to them, she could sense the three Kalquorians looking at each other. She could feel their emotional distress as if it was her own.
Good. She wanted them to be upset. They deserved to be.
Korkla’s voice came from right behind her. It was all Michaela could do to not jump as he spoke. “May we visit you tomorrow?”
Misery filled her. She kept her tone cold as she asked, “What’s the point?”
“The point is, we want to see you. I’m not going anywhere until I know you’ll let us talk about this later.”
His voice was gentle, but at the same time there was steel beneath the words, letting Michaela know the Dramok would compromise only to a point. Feeling the command hidden in his statement gave Michaela a shiver down her spine.
She said in a clipped tone, “Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
The men filed past her. Govi and Korkla looked despondent. Raxstad looked both wretched and angry. Michaela did not accompany them to the door, and she did not answer their calls of ‘goodnight’.
Had she really expected to be wanted? To be seen as
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