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

tightenedagain around her nipples. And to her shame, she was glad. She was horrified to remember the moment  she’d seized her own breasts in her hands during sex, but it had been an instinctive move—since  last night, they’d been the recipients of  constant stimulation. As her orgasm had neared, the poor mounds of flesh had felt empty, neglected, needy. She’d simply  followed an urge—and in response  saw a flare of heat in her husband’s eyes more powerful than ever before. Frighteningly so.

Be strong.  She heard her mother’s voice  again, whispering in her ear.

Yes, yes, Mother, I will. I’ll survive this.

And soon it would all be nothing more than a memory.

She hoped.

Surely Ralen would release her from the table and allow her to live normally.

What did  he want from her that  she hadn’t freely given, after all?  She’d possessed her virginity, and  she’d willingly submitted to everything he’d done to  her here. She’d complained very little, and despite it all, she still loved being fucked by him. She lovedit as much as she’d  ever suspected she would. It was nothing at all like what she’danticipated, of course, given the various chains involved  and his constant questions anddemands—but she still wanted him. Why wouldn’t he set her free now so they could behave as a normal married couple?

It was nightfall when the door opened again to admit  her husband. He found hersitting up, as if awaiting him, and she supposed she  had  been.

Won’t you please unchain me now ? She bit her tongue. Asking would likely only earn her a longer  sentence.

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It took a moment before she realized he’d  brought another tray of food—the delay probably due to the  fact that the mere  sight of him set her blood to  humming. Herpussy pulsed against its chain as  he neared her, tonight wearing his usual black—soft leather pants and a leather vest.

She had not touched him during sex today when she’d had the chance, and whenhe sat down  on the table next to  her, lowering the tray there, she instinctively reached her hand up, splaying it across his stomach.  His skin was warm over hard muscles, a smattering of ebony curls sprinkled across his chest, then narrowing into a tight veethat led downward to where his cock lay concealed.

He looked down at her hand. “What are you doing?”

She liked the idea that  she’d  actually surprised  him  for a change. “I have not touched you. Your body.”

He met her gaze with his dark, penetrating one, then glanced down at her fingers once more. “I’m surprised you want to.”

She blinked and sat up next to  him. “Why? You’ve known from  the start of my desire for you.”

His eyebrows knitted. “Even now? I assumed you would hold me in contempt bynow.” He reached down and tugged lightly  on the chain that hung between her breasts.  “All things  considered.”

She gasped at the sensual pull and said, “I wish to do whatever you wish me to do.  I wish to be  whatever you wish  me to be.” She didn’t exactly  mean  the words, but she thought it might earn her a quicker release.

In reply, he dipped his fingers between her legs and lifted a chunk of ham to her mouth. She bit into it as he stroked her around and through the thin gold links, parting her legs without forethought. Another bite of  the sweetened ham came with more of his fingers, playing in  her pussy, fondling her clit—made so needy by the ever-present chain. He fed her the entire portion of  ham that way and she ate it hungrily.

Next, he molded her breast in one hand as  he lifted the wine goblet to her mouth with the other. She drank heartily, arching  into his touch. Then, at his urging, she layback on the  table.

When he used the antique metal spoon—among only a few such artifacts she’d ever seen—to transport peas into her mouth, one dropped free and settled directly in hernavel. Ralen didn’t hesitate to dip down and scoop it out with his tongue.

Together, they shared a thick slice of sweet cornbread, him holding it to her mouth, then his own, then pausing for a firm kiss or  a lick to her breast. “Enough for you,” hesaid, his voice thick with teasing, as he  swallowed the last bite, then repositionedhimself until he knelt between her spread thighs, pressing berries into the folds of her cunt and the links that stretched across it, then using his tongue to extract them.

She sat up and leaned back on her hands,  watching him feast on her, unaccountably filled with hot joy. His mouth at  her pussy  was among the grandest delights he’d yetdealt out, rivaling the thrust of his cock  deep within her. She actually purred her

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pleasure, watching him, her only  other wish at the moment that she not be chained to  a

dratted table.

Yet soon pleasure surpassed the wish and any other worries, until it was all sheknew. She lifted her  cunt against his teasing licks, now coming through the chain without the presence of berries, until she breathed, “I shall come soon.”

“No, vixen, you shall not,” he replied, abruptly leaving her pussy behind and rising to face her.

She gasped her shock, her cunt pulsing  with desperate, abandoned need. It wasnearly unbearable. “You would…you would…leave me like…?” What was she saying?  Of course he would leave her on the edge of ecstasy. He  wished  her there,  always ! Hegave orgasms frequently, yes, but he bound her with titillating devices designed to keep her exactly where she resided  now—on the  very rim of pleasure, but not quite able to topple over.

“Turn over,” he said. “On your hands and knees.”

Sighing her agonizing frustration, she followed the order, her pussy aching with wild desire. And as she waited for him to go  to the pegboard and come back with hisinstrument of choice, she began to wonder—what if she  had  meant the words? What if she really did wish to please him, whatever  it took? For she didn’t even question his