Master of Desire by Lacey Alexander (read out loud books .TXT) 📕

quite comprehend—yet somehow she already felt it seeping into her. She knew instinctively that whatever happened in this room would change her, become a part of her forever. Her next shiver was not one of arousal, but of cold, stark fear. Fear of her new husband.

It was then  that he drew her firmly to him, his large  hand closing over her bottomas he pressed a long, hard kiss across her lips. Her practice with Bella seemed useless in this instance as there was nothing to do  but succumb to Ralen’s demanding mouth.  Despite herself, his kiss and the very power behind it poured down through her like a rush of warm wine, and when his other hand  closed over her breast, it was pleasure that shot to  her cunt and made her gasp beneath him. He ended the passionate meeting

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of mouths with a soft, sensual bite on  her lower lip that seared her—and seemed to  promise more to come.

She  felt  dizzy  by  the  time  he  stepped  back  to  loosen  the  sash  at  her  waist,  slowly untwining it until the flowing red silk  spilled straight down her body, no longer highlighting her curves. She felt almost chaste for a moment—until he  reached for the  shoulder straps, drawing them swiftly down  until the  whole dress dropped in a red  heap at her feet.

She suddenly stood naked before him, wearing only  the colorful wrist and ankle bracelets he’d given her. Her skin  prickled with the shocking sense  of being put bluntly  on display. She was torn between desperately wanting to cover herself and brazenly  wanting him to see her. He drew back to look  his fill,  his eyes like flames, burning her skin.

“As lovely as I imagined,” he said, but his  voice was void of emotion, leaving her as  uncertain as she’d felt since discovering his  rancor toward her. “And now, your hair,  wanton.”

She swallowed nervously. She’d  wanted it down so badly for so long, yet now, as he stepped behind her to unbraid it, his fingers in her tresses felt ominous.

“You showed me your unbound hair on our first meeting,” he purred near her ear.  “Do you remember?”

She merely nodded, feeling her nudity—and fearing the loss of her braid would somehow add to it, making her even more vulnerable.

“This time it will  stay  down,” he said firmly, reminding her that after tonight, noone need ever think  her a virgin again.

Once it had been freed, Ralen turned her to  face him, then lifted his hands to fan his

large fingers through her hair, spreading it  across her shoulders. “Yes,” he  said. “No

one will be fooled into thinking you innocent any longer.”

Taking her  hand, he led her to the padded  table with the chains. She drew in her breath, wondering what awaited her—but even in fear, her pussy began to warm with a strange, indecipherable longing.

How could she want whatever tortures her barbarian husband would dish out to

her? How could she desire him even now? Perhaps it was the dark mane of  hair, or the  eyes that seemed to match. Perhaps it was the raw virility that  hung about him. Or maybe, maybe…it was even the  danger.

She’d seen it instantly on the  night they’d met, had somehow instinctively known  he was a dangerous man, and she’d wanted him  because  of it. It almost frightened her to  think she wanted that even now—his danger,  his punishment, whatever he had to give.  But the truth was…she did. She wanted Ralen of Charelton, her  beast husband. She wanted him however  she could have him.

“Lie down,” he told her, his voice as dark as the rest of him.

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Her nipples  beaded under his scrutiny as she climbed  up on the table, her pussy as hungry as ever. A glance down reminded her  it was as bare as the day she’d been born,and—dear Ares—the soft skin was parted of  its own accord, revealing the pink flesh inside. She’d been yearning for him for two long years, and it would seem it took more than a little  fear to squelch such deep-seated want.

As she lay  back on the soft leather, Ralen instructed her, “Raise your arms above your head.”

She did as she was told, unflinchingly. Shaena had told  her to obey, so she didn’teven think about protesting. Even  when she  heard two firm clicks and looked  back over her shoulder to see that the chains had been  attached to her jeweled bracelets. Which, she suddenly understood, weren’t really bracelets in the traditional sense at all. He’d given her gifts to aid him in chaining her up.

Her heart seemed to sink to her stomach and it was difficult to breathe.

Chaining her. He was chaining her to the table.

All desire fled and her next impulse was to try to break away, somehow try to slip

free of the bracelets and escape from the brute she’d just wed. But she knew already the  bracelets were too tight—she was not a small-boned girl and they’d clasped snugly  about her wrists when he’d put them on. Same for those at her ankles.

She was trapped. Chained to a table, and Ares only knew what he intended to do to  her—only that she would be totally at his mercy when he did it.

Two more loud clicks and her ankles were  locked as well, her legs spread toward the corners, her body making a perfect X  shape on the platform. When she tugged  slightly at her wrists, she discovered she couldn’t move them at all—she lay utterly  helpless before him.

Her heart beat wildly as she watched Ralen pull his black silk wedding shirt over  his head to reveal broad shoulders, a strong chest and arms more muscular than any  she’d ever seen. He looked as if he could crush her with one small embrace and the  thought made her thankful he’d not done so—at least not yet.

Offering a short, speculative glance in her  direction, he walked to the pegboard and  selected a small riding crop. Her stomach  churned—was he going to beat her? He’d  spoken of punishment. Making  her