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

mouth? The same way she’d fucked Bella’s  pussy with the clay cock? Bella had never referred to pleasures given by the  mouth in  exactly that way before and Teesia hadn’t  imagined Ralen’s shaft moving between her  lips of  his  volition.

When she didn’t answer right away, the crop came down  in a stinging snap  at herhip. She let out a yowl, her entire body jerking.

Their eyes met, her teeth clenched.

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“Whose cock will fuck your mouth, wanton?”

She unclenched, both teeth and body, nipples still tight with pleasure, pussy still

weeping with it. “Yours,” she whispered  meekly, then, remembering, “Ralen.  Ralen.”

“Better,” he murmured, seemingly more to himself than to her, as he resumed  gliding the crop down her other  leg. “Who is your ruler, vixen?”

Her father was the Ruler of all Caralon, of  all who lived here—but she knew that,  truly, this man  did  rule  her now. “Ralen.”

The crop slid sensually back up her inner  calf, her inner thigh.  Oh, the severe  pleasure of it! It was all she could do not to moan.

“Who does your pussy throb for?”

“Ralen,” she replied shakily, unable to  deny that truth even to herself.

When he raked the soft fringed end of the tool up through her open  cunt, she let out  a trembling cry, the sensation skittering all through her like nothing she’d ever felt—a  tiny earthquake inside her body.

“Who is your husband?” he asked,  gliding the crop across her clit.

She let out another short, hot sigh of pleasure. “Ralen.”

“Your master?” He moved the tip of the  crop in little circles around the anxious nub, forcing her to lift slightly from the table, pressing against it. There was no choice— simply her body’s hungry response.

“Ralen.”

“Your new god, vixen?”

Ares forgive her for the blasphemy. “Ralen.” Even if she could have resisted answering without fear of being whipped, she could  not  have  without fear of him  taking the crop away from her pussy—which, at the moment, was  unthinkable. She’d never given herself permission to move against the torturous tool, but her body had  taken over—her cunt yearned too badly for stimulation, and the crop delivered it so  delightfully in Ralen’s skilled hand.

“Who do you wish to fuck?” he asked.

“Ralen.” The answer came weakly, for it was growing hard to speak.

“Whose bidding will you do, now and forever?”

A fresh burst of heat  made her  cry out. “Ralen!” The pleasure grew, her  pussy turning swollen, anxious—pleading for release. The sweet crop  stroked her, stroked  her, hard and soft at the same time.

“Whose commands will you follow?”

“Ralen. Ralen!”

He moved the crop so quickly now, lightning fast, at a feverish pace, making hercrazy—and so very near to the orgasm she ached for. She thrust up against it, driving her pelvis in the same fast little lunges. “Say your master’s name, vixen,” he demanded harshly.

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“Ralen!”

“Say it. Again.”

“Ralen! Ralen is my master!”

“Again, wanton!”

She drew in a great gulp of air—once, swiftly—and then  cried out his name on each

breath as the ultimate pleasure crashed down over her, through her.

“Ralen…Ralen…Ralen.” Her whole body shuddered as the waves of heat vibrated  through every limb to the very  tips of her fingers and toes—a  true  earthquake inside her body, racking her entire being. “Ralen,” she whispered one last time in wearied conclusion, her eyes falling shut.

She wanted  to curl into his arms after such a wrenching event—a shame she was chained across a table, and married to a man who would probably never wish to hold her anyway. Thank Ares she’d  closed her  eyes before he could see such emotion passing through them.

She opened them again only  when she realized he was  joining  her on the table.  Indeed, they bolted open at that, especially when he climbed astride her, one leather-clad knee planted aside each hip, and reached down to begin unlacing his pants.

Her voice quivered when she gave way to  fear and asked, “What are you going to do to me?”

In a flash, he took up the crop and snapped it against the curve of her breast. Theslight sting didn’t hurt so  much as she would have expected, and somehow she felt the strike in her cunt, as well. As intended,  she went silent, waiting…fearing…anticipating what was to come.  Ares help me.

Ralen  was  much  more  aroused  than  he’d  expected  to  be  at  this  point.  Touching  andexploring Teesia with  the crop—watching her body respond, then watching her giveherself over to ecstasy—had set his loins blazing.

He refused to care for the girl in any way—to him, she was still a reckless wantonwho couldn’t be trusted to understand her place in the  world—but he couldn’t deny thepleasure he  would take with her, and  in  her, either. Somehow, in his fury, he’d forgotten just how deeply he enjoyed mastering a woman, bending her to his will. Already, he knew instinctively he would find  an even greater satisfaction in mastering this  little vixen—and not only  because  she was his wife and clearly  needed  to be mastered, but for the same reason he’d allowed himself to dip his fingers into the honey-sweet moisture of her pussy that night at Dane’s fortress.  There was something invisible but tangible between them. Some magnetic heat, an attraction that pulled at him, hard and deep.

It had nothing to do with caring, or any sort  of true affection. But it existed just thesame, and it turned him wild inside—wild to  pleasure her even as he tamed her, wild to use her to pleasure himself.

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Now, he wanted her to  feel his power, to understand what he had in store for herand understand it well.  As he finished undoing the lacings of his pants, his cock sprung free.

She flinched—at the mere sight of it or at  its massive size, he didn’t know. But he took a cruel, controlling sort of delight in  the  fear and awe that shone in her eyes as she studied his hard shaft, shooting up some ten thick inches from root to tip. The strength in his rod, the very dimensions of it, filled him with an arrogant pleasure—the pleasure of knowing