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

Their eyes met darkly at the  joining and he  bent to deliver a firm lick to one ringednipple. She shuddered her delight, and when  he  used his fingers to loosen the ring, she let out a sound of dismay. He felt it deep  within his cock because, already, she was missing what he’d forced on her.

“You’re taking those off me, too?” she asked, soft and innocent.

He nodded, freeing the other nipple. “Don’t worry—they’ll return to your hungry little body.”

She simply nodded and waited, looking expectant, and he liked knowing that, thisquickly, she was curious rather than frightened to see what would come next.

Reaching around to the tray, he  found one of the rare Before Times spoons he’dbartered for with traders. Dipping it into  the  pudding,  he held  it to her mouth, thrustinggently into her below even as  she swallowed the sweet treat.

“Mmm,” she said, and if he wasn’t imagining things, she lifted her hips a littlehigher, affording him easier entry.

Still moving inside her, he spooned a dollop of pudding onto one of her nipples, then bent to lick and lave her breast clean. Her lovely whimper was like music as he worked.

Ralen fucked her a bit harder then, unable to  resist as her body became more pliant, her pussy more accepting of his cock. “More to eat?” he asked between strokes.

“Yes, please.”

Good girl. He reached for the slab of cheese, this time pinching off a bite in hisfingers and feeding it to her as he slid his stiff shaft in and out below. He helped himselfto the cheese, as well, and then the fowl, after which he held the  turkey leg up to her mouth.

She parted her lips in response and he  fucked her and fed her at the same time, watching her bite the meat from the bone, taking it into  her mouth even as she took hisrod in her tight, royal cunt.

He continued the game—feeding and fucking, fucking and feeding, hopeful thatshe’d soon associate the basic need  to eat with  the need for sex, that she’d require one as

much as the other, and that she’d realize she obtained them both from  him, that he was

the giver of all things in her world.

“Who fucks you, Teesia?”

“Ralen,” she said.

Like a little  reward, he pushed a berry into her mouth. “And who feeds you?”

“Ralen,” she said, swallowing.

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“That’s right, vixen. I give you all the  things you need.” He concluded the dark,  binding words by squeezing her breasts tight and bending to kiss her with his tongue.  Hers twined with his and he increased  the depths of his thrusts, thinking— Feel it, vixen.  Feel it!

“More,” she begged.

“More food or more cock?”

She laughed lightly—the first time he’d seen  such a  phenomenon. It lit up her eyes.

“Both,” she  admitted.

He spooned  more pudding into her waiting  mouth, this  time dropping a globule on her other breast for himself. He moved in  her—long, slow strokes—as he suckled her clean. Dropping a few small berries on her chest, he lifted her breasts like dams to keep them from rolling away  until he could lightly  grasp one with his teeth before dropping it into her mouth with a kiss.

He scooped the next berry up for himself,  then delivered the last  one to her waiting mouth the same way.

She licked her lips as  he began fucking her a bit harder, and she clutched at thetable on both sides of her, clearly forgetting about the food.

“Who fucks you, Teesia?” he asked harshly,  to match the increased rhythm of his strokes.

“Ralen.”

“Whose cock fills you?”

“Mmm, Ralen’s.”

Still driving into her sweet, warm pussy,  he  lowered one thumb between them to her clit and began rubbing, fast. She groaned and moved harder against him, meeting the pressure there, as hungry for it as she had been  for the meal. “Who makes you come, vixen?” he asked in a low, determined voice.

“Ralen,” she replied, and quick as that, her hands left the table, rising to  mold desperately to her breasts as she leaned her head back and let her eyes fall shut. “Oh  Ares!” she cried. “Ralen! Ralen! Oh, Ralen! Yes!”

He never slowed the strokes delivered  by both shaft and  thumb, not as she exploded in ecstasy beneath him, and not even afterward. He was like a charging stallion— no stopping now. Seeing her clutch onto her breasts so unexpectedly hadpushed him past a point of control and he  fucked her as hard as he could until the pleasure mounted, mounted, until… “Ares,” he murmured  through clenched teeth. “Ah, yes!”

He thrust hard, hard, hard,  spilling his semen deep inside her pussy for the first time, inexorably thrilled by knowing he  was leaving part of himself inside her.

“Oh, Ralen—me, too!”  she cried when he least expected it. And, coming down from his grand release, he watched, stunned, as  his dirty little wife came yet again, only aminute at most after her last climax.

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Ares, her proclivity for reaching ecstasy was amazing! Thrilling, and—as  he’dthought earlier—worrisome, too.  Are you mine alone, little wanton?  he wondered, peering down at her. Then silently asked the more  burning question— How will I ever know forsure?

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Teesia lay on her  table, staring at  the  ceiling…waiting, waiting. He’d left her therealone, again. She’d discovered she could sit comfortably on the edge of either side of theplatform, but could not step down—the  chains prevented movement that far.

She’d also found the  covered pot on the  shelf mounted just beneath the table,within her reach—which she assumed was for certain practical needs. She cynically thought she was probably lucky he’d at least provided some way to relieve herself when necessary, given his general disregard for her comfort.

Was this table to be her home now? she wondered futilely. How long would he keep her this way, tied like an animal? She  let out a sigh, supposing perhaps she should just be happy he’d loosened the chains and given her something to eat.

The gold chain was fastened back through her cunt now, and the rings