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

But then, what choice  did she have? She’d accepted  from  the  start  that  as  long  asshe was chained, she  had  to obey. And she still feared finding out the consequences if she did not.

He returned with a familiar riding crop—only it seemed much longer ago than lastnight that he’d used it  on her.

“Wh-what now?” she asked over her shoulder, her cunt still pulsing madly.

He snapped the crop across her ass—a sting that shocked…yet echoed through her body in an oddly pleasurable way, intensifying the raging fire between her legs. “You shall see  ‘what now’ when I choose to reveal it,” he replied in a harsh voice.

When he fed her, it seemed  he turned softer for some reason, but now he’d transformed back into his more severe self  again, ready to remind her who was in charge—as if she might have somehow forgotten.

Starting at the inside of one knee, her captor dragged the length of the braided cropslowly up her sensitive thigh. She hissed her pleasure when it pressed against her cunt, or at least against the chain that stretched through it.

“Your pussy looks so pretty bound for me,”  he said from behind her, almost as if reading her mind.

Are you going to keep me tied up forever?  No, she still couldn’t ask. She was certain she’d pay for the question if she  did. Instead, she formulated the  correct  answer. “I’mglad it pleases you.”

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“Mmm, indeed,” he said on a hot little growl that, amazingly, made her cunt throb against the thin links, as well as the  crop, even more than it already was.

Next, he ran the fringed tip of the crop from  her neck  slowly down the arch of her  back and up onto  her  ass, where it collided with the  center chain, adding even more  pressure, especially when he reached her  anus. She  bit her lip at the unanticipated  sensation, holding back her moan. She hadn’t known…or ever even  thought  about that  part of the  body bringing pleasure. She’d  thought it  had one not-particularly-sensual use and that was all. Why did it suddenly feel so  good,  and so much like it wanted even  more  attention?

Ignore it. Your senses are on overload. He’s got you so sexually wound up that your poor body doesn’t even know anymore which parts  are supposed to be the pleasure-seeking ones.

“Does your little asshole feel good, vixen?” As he asked, he—dear Ares!—pushed the tip of one finger inside it.

She clenched her teeth against the sensation as she tried to fight back her shock.  “No.”

Quick as that, his finger left and he swatted her ass with the crop. She flinched as the confusing pleasure-pain vibrated through her. “Ow! What was that for?”

She looked over her shoulder in time to  see him bend forward and bestow a small

bite on her bottom. Stunning, piercing pleasure echoed outward as their eyes met. “Lying,” he said.

She turned back away  from him and swallowed. He  knew  it felt good? She must be  even worse at hiding her reactions than she thought. And did he  want  it  to  feel  good? Was it  supposed  to?

“May I …ask a question?” she asked, still poised on hands and knees.

“All right.”  He drew little circles on her ass with the tip of the crop.

“That particular spot,” she began uncertainly, “it…it is a spot of pleasure?  A… normal  spot of pleasure? For many people?”

His rich, mocking laughter washed over her, making her feel like an idiot. “Well, at  least now I know of another orifice on  your body that has not been breached.”

“Nothing  on  me  has  been breached!” she snapped, anger getting the best of her.  “Before you, anyway!”

This time the crop came down hard on  her rear, making her squeal in pain. “Quiet,”  he said. “I’ll decide your innocence in my  own way, vixen. You are not  to comment on it. Do you understand?”

She let out  a sigh. Oh, the insufferable man!  She feared he would be the death of

her.

“I said,  do you understand?” Another—lighter—snap of the  riding tool came, this one

vibrating through her more like usual—a bit of pain, a burst of pleasant heat.

“Yes,” she whispered.

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“Good.” His voice came softer, too, and he  rubbed the length of the crop in the crack of her ass as if giving her a little reward. The stimulation felt so wonderful that  she found herself arching her bottom against  it, longing to feel the pressure deeper, wanting the crop to rub the chain more vigorously across the tiny fissure there.

The next thing she knew, Ralen was climbing  up on the table behind her, balancing on his knees, bending to deliver a shockingly  gentle kiss to the side of her ass that had not yet been swatted or bitten or  rubbed at all. A sharp moan  left  her—how could it feel so delicious, coursing through her like a river  of delight? Then his fingers played at the center of her rear, raking the chain aside  from the opening, a move which pulled it  tighter against her cunt. She battled the urge  to rock against it, to stimulate her pussy  against the links, and barely managed to resist.

But she couldn’t hold back the question  that  now nagged at  her, because—drat it  all—she missed,  desperately  missed, the press of the chain up the valley of her ass. “What are you going to do to me now?” she asked over her shoulder.

His dark gaze met hers. “I’m going to fuck your pretty ass with the crop.”

Abject shock sliced through her. He was going to do what  with the crop? Put it inside her?  There?

She knew horror shone in her eyes, but he  didn’t smile, didn’t frown, simply

lowered another little bite to her ass  and said, “Turn back around, vixen.”

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Chapter Five

For a moment, she felt  like she couldn’t breathe. This was impossible. She’d been stunned enough when he’d pushed the tip of  his finger in there—he couldn’t put an object  in. Could he?

Oh Ares, as he pressed it against her anus, a pleasure and need heretofore unknown erupted inside her, spreading through her