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

my clit.  It was swollen—she could sense that—swollen and protruding through one of the thick links, making the contact all the sweeter.

Soon. So soon. Any second now. Closer…closer…

Then Ralen’s hand was at her back—and he  unhooked the chain so that its end dropped free from her  belly onto the table below her.

She howled  her frustration as the loss  roared through her—and Ralen answered by slapping her ass, hard.

She cried out again, angered, but was forced to  bite her lip at the  jolt  of  pleasure  thehot blow sent crashing through her nether region.  Everything  was pleasure and arousalnow—everything.

And then—oh Ares!—he was suddenly in her,  thrusting his thick, solid cock into her hungry  pussy, making her cry out yet again. This time all pleasure, no pain. Shewas impossibly full—filled in both cunt and  ass—and if she’d thought the sensations were overwhelming before, they  were nothing compared to this.

“Oh, Ralen!”

“That’s right, vixen,”  he uttered through  clenched teeth. “Say my name. Tell me  who fucks you hard and deep.”

“Ralen,” she whimpered. “Ralen.”

Her arms went weak—too much pressure on  them for too long and too much pleasure from behind—and she sank down toward the table. She waited for him to  complain, or smack her ass, but he simply  kept fucking her, his  strokes thorough and  reaching, perhaps deeper than she’d ever felt him in her before. Amazingly, while he  looped one  arm around her waist, he continued  to deliver small thrusts of the clay cock  with his free hand, in time with the drives  in her pussy, filling her to overflowing with  each plunge of both. Her whole body  shuddered with the crushing pleasure.

Her cries were wild—she was lost to Ralen and heat and sex, and the spell was  broken only when he said, “Spread your legs.”

She wasn’t sure exactly what he meant,  given her position on  her knees, but she  tried, parting them as much as she could across the table as he fucked her.

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He bent over her then, his warm hard chest grazing her back, and the hand around her waist dropped to her cunt. Two big fingers began to stroke the right spot—rubbing in hot circles over her poor, swollen clit. Her pussy and ass were still full, and thisadded sensation took her to a  place of instant perfection.

She yelled out with heated abandon, aware  of nothing but brazen joy and the man who delivered it so shockingly well. And this time he  wanted  her to come—she knew.  He wouldn’t stop, or take anything away. This time he wanted to draw the pleasure from her with his thrusting cock and skilled  fingers turning in hot little circles…turning,turning…so  sweet—sweet and hot and making the sensation gather in a tight ball just beneath his  touch…and then… Oh! It broke over her like a fury, raining down from the

sky. Her whole body was swept into the tumult of pulsing pleasure, and the sounds  that left her were no longer just mere cries, but his name. She was yelling it. Screaming  it. “Ralen! Ralen! Ralen!”

When the storm inside her subsided she collapsed beneath him completely, and just

as quickly he pulled  out of her—both her  ass and her pussy—leaving her to feel  agonizingly empty with the sudden departures…until he growled his own release and  the sweet hot bursts of his fluid warmed her ass.

Even in exhaustion, she instinctually thrust  it  higher for him, and then came his hands, rubbing it  in,  into her rear, and into the  opening at its center. Again, she found herself wondering what it looked  like now,  now that it  had  been so thoroughly fuckedby Ralen’s toy. Open, she thought—she could tell because as he rubbed the warm liquidin, his fingers sank inside in short but full thrusts, at least two of his large fingers, withroom to spare.

“My ass is open wide for you,” she heard  herself murmur without forethought.

His low groan was rife with heat. “Yes, vixen. So very open, your sweet little ass.”

Still resting in front of  him, her knees drawn up to her chest, she sighed, feeling a lazy smile of satiation form on her lips as she licked them. So pleasured. She was so very pleasured and so very pleased to have given such pleasure to her man.

But then— oh Ares! What was happening  now?

Something  else  was slipping into her ass, something new and different.

She  began  to  moan  softly  as  it  slid  in  with relative ease. She wasn’t sure she could take anymore at the moment, yet at the same time, she desired it. “Wh-what…?” shemumbled mindlessly.

“Another toy for your  ass.” He pushed  it deeper, and when it began to meet resistance, he pushed more.

She yowled at the burst of pain—and then it  ceased, that quickly. It was as if the object had suddenly sunk home, slid into  place somehow, found purchase. In fact, shebecame aware that Ralen no longer pushed,  and if she wasn’t mistaken, his hand no longer held  the anal toy in place. But something tickled her below, on her ass and thebacks of her legs, drawn up beneath her as they were.

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She peeked over her shoulder and, unable to  see anything from there, was forced to push back up on her hands, stiffening her elbows.

A cluster of  thin leather strips appeared to  protrude from her ass, a large tuft of thick fringe  hanging down. She gasped, then  met Ralen’s dark, feral eyes behind her.

Stepping down off the table to take in the profile of her body, he looked supremely pleased. “Would you like a better view?”

She nodded, her breath coming a bit labored from confusion…as well as  the fact

that she was, in effect, still being fucked in her ass.

He stepped to the wall and drew down a  swath of black silk that had hung  unnoticed, up to now, near the pegboard—to reveal a large  viewing glass. Its sharp,  jagged pieces revealed a shocking sight, especially given that she was situated on hands  and knees. “It looks like a horse’s  tail,” she said, a bit breathless.

“That must be why I