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

slave and willingly submit to him over and over again if he’d  free her from the table and treat her just a little as  a husbandshould treat a wife. She gazed back at  him across the candlelit room, wishing.

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Then she lay her head back, tired, her muscles sore and stretched. She yanked helplessly at her bracelets and ankle cuffs—such pretty and deceptive torture devices—rattling the  chains that held her.

A stirring across the room drew her attention back to her husband—she watched as he gave a leisurely stretch, drawing her gaze to all the  hard muscles on his arms and chest before he rose and padded toward her.

“Lift your ass.” No greeting, no surprise  she was awake and waiting for his next instruction.

With little choice, she obeyed.

Reaching to one of the pegs on the wall,  he  drew down a slender  almost delicate-looking chain, constructed of wide links formed from ultra-thin gold. He slid it around her  waist,  then  hooked  it  in  front,  just  below her navel. She lowered herself back to the table, as it was difficult to lift at all, let  alone stay that way. Just as she noticed that aconsiderable length of the gold links remained after being hooked around her torso, the excess falling ticklishly between her thighs,  Ralen said, “Again,” leaving her no choice but to comply.

When she lifted this time, he stretched the remaining chain between her legs, through her pussy, and up the valley of her rear, attaching it to the links that crossed her lower back. She tensed at the pressure it  delivered. It was not painfully  tight, but rubbed against every exposed part of her cunt,  as well as her anus, at even the slightest move. She quickly realized that drawing in  her breath alleviated  the awareness, but letting it out immediately brought it  back, even accentuating the sensation. Dear Ares,what was the man doing to her?

Next, he went to the shelves on the wall and returned with two little rings, made of the same thin gold as  the chain—only these rings were smaller in circumference than the chain links, and they were connected by a much thinner, tightly linked  chain, thesort artisans might use to fashion a necklace. Only then did it hit her—Ralen was so wealthy that even his sexual tools were made  of the finest, most expensive materials known to man! It somehow made her tense further to realize the value of what stretched across her cunt.

She watched as he bent over her with the tiny gold rings. He used his fingers to pryone of them apart—allowing her to see it  was not a true circle, the thin gold not soldered together. He then pressed the open ring around her nipple—grown shamefully  erect from the chain stretched  between  her thighs. She nearly held her breath, waiting for whatever would come next, then flinched when he squeezed the gold back into a tighter, tinier circle at the base of the pink bud. Her nipple grew even stiffer in response and she felt the ring’s tight caress deep within  her breast. She bit her lip, watching as he attached the other ring  in the same  manner, leaving the thin chain connecting them to droop slightly between the peaks.

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When Ralen moved to one corner of the table, working at the thick chain that held her wrist, she thought—finally, sweet release!  She’d been bound to  the table for only a few hours, but it felt much longer and she yearned to be free.

As he stepped away, to the other wrist, she lowered her aching arm, thinking it had indeed been unbound. But not so. He’d only  loosened  the chain, adding slack and length so that she could move more  freely—yet she  was still shackled  to the table, his captive.

She pulled in her breath, trying not to explode in rage or crumple in tears. Her heart yearned desperately for home. For her mother. Or her sisters. For Bella. Another woman who would feel her anguish, understand her pain.

She thought of them as she sadly lowered her other arm to her side, trying to ease the tight ache in her  muscles, her thoughts centering particularly on her mother.  Everyone knew how strong and smart Jalal was. And everyone always said Teesia took after her. So she imagined her mother’s voice whispering in her ear.  You must be strongnow, daughter. You must persevere. You can do this.

As Ralen went about loosening the chains  at  her ankles the same way, she gathered her courage and asked a question she hoped  would not anger him. “The links between my legs,” she said softly. “And the rings at my breasts.  What are they for?”

He didn’t bother looking up from his adjustment of the last chain. “They will keep you in a state of arousal until I decide your training is through.”

She sucked in her breath, then let it back  out, suffering a fresh awareness of the thin circles of metal stretching through her pussy—the very arousal he ordained for her. She tried to sound calm as she asked, “How shall I sleep?”

This time he met her gaze, his glimmering wickedly. “With dirty dreams, vixen.”

“And I am to  stay  chained?”

“I wouldn’t want you running away when  we’ve only  just begun,” he said, thenpicked up his earlier discarded shirt, walked to the door, and left her there without even a goodbye or a goodnight.

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The next morning, Ralen visited the stables to check on two mares soon to deliverfoals, and spoke to his stablemaster about current breeding plans for some of the horsesin his carefully pieced-together herd.

He went for a short ride on his  beloved black stallion, Charger,  taking the  horsedown to the beach to gallop along the shore. The sounds of seabirds  and the rolling tidealways relaxed him. Well, as much as a man with a raging erection could be relaxed.  Thoughts of his brazen little bride buffeted  him as dependably as the waves buffeted the shore below Charelton Fortress.

Ares,