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

fucking and touching all blended together into one great comfort.

Teesia awoke the next morning, amazed to  open her eyes and see the two of them side by side in the viewing glass above the  bed, the fur pulled to their waists. The sightof the rings on her nipples and the bejeweled  cuffs still at her wrists were reminders that she remained his sex slave, but she thought she could be a very  happy  sex slave like this, in his bed, in his arms,  unchained. After all, she’d already become content with theidea of her sensual enslavement, so mixing  that with the freedom to  sleep unbound and with  him  only made it all the sweeter.

Upon falling back asleep and awakening again some time later, she grew disheartened to find him gone from the bed—and the room. It had been too much to hope, she supposed, that he was going to stay with her, like a real husband to a realwife, and not leave her abandoned and alone.

She lay fretting over it, but trying not to, when the chamber’s door opened to admit him. He carried a tray of food, and what  appeared to be apparel lay draped over one arm. “Help me, vixen,” he said, looking surprisingly merry, “before I drop something.”

She scurried naked from the bed to take  the tray from his hands, amazed at hisdemeanor. She’d suspected—feared—that the softer nature she’d witnessed in him lastnight would fade with the morning, given that  Shaena and Laene seemed to bring it out in him and they were no longer  present. But when her foot  snagged in the pile of golddisks discarded to the floor at some point  during the night and she nearly tripped, shecaught herself and laughed—and looked up  to find her husband chuckling along with her.

“Sit,” he said, motioning to a chair next  to the small table where she lowered the  tray. She obeyed, eager as ever to  please him.

His  usual  wicked  grin  held  an  air  of  playfulness. “If I let you eat by your own hand  this day, you will not forget who is your master, will you?”

“No, master, of course not.” And it was true. She liked being fed by him and felt a  bit stunned that she was suddenly to feed herself.

“Not that I wouldn’t enjoy doing it myself, wanton, for I love to watch your mouth  when it wraps around a spoon, or a slice of  bread— or my cock,” he stopped to flash

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another brazen smile that warmed her pussy,  “but I have business to attend to. After  you eat, you may dress.” He pointed to the clothing he’d  placed on the bed.

She couldn’t have been more surprised.  “Dress?” She hadn’t been dressed since  their wedding.

He nodded  shortly. “I thought you might enjoy a walk outside, to see the grounds.”

Her heartbeat sped up, even if cautiously.  Despite her devotion to him, getting out of this room sounded like a gift from  Ares. “If you wish it, I do, too.”

“Keep the bracelets on, though,” he instructed.

She told him the truth she was  just now admitting to  herself. “I never want  to take them off,  for they allow me to somehow feel you against me even when you’re not there.”

His eyes lit with a dark fire. “Does the tail do that, as well, my wanton?”

“Yes. Very much.”

He smiled in earnest. “I should have put it  back in before we slept last night, but Iforgot. And I would do it now, but it wouldn’t work beneath your skirt. Later, though, you shall get to wear it for me again.”

The fissure of her ass spasmed at the promise, and she realized how much she missed the fullness there.

“Ready yourself to go out and I shall be back soon.”

* * * * *

When Shaena breezed into the chamber a little while later, you’d never have known that just the previous night the two women had kissed and touched and rubbed their breasts together. Dressed in a pale leather  frock, the  maid wore the same smile as always as she carried in items to decorate Teesia’s hair.

Teesia laughed, though, when she saw the  sprigs of summer flowers in Shaena’s hand, saying, “Look  at how  simply I’m dressed.” She wore the clothes Ralen had brought to her, a short brown leather skirt and  a thin fur vest of chestnut and cream that hugged her breasts and below. “No need for flowers in my hair.”

But Shaena  only grinned. “There is  always  need for flowers, in  my opinion. They

brighten everything around us.”

True enough, Teesia thought. In a world  where most things were the dull brown of ground and gray of stone, color indeed turned the air more vibrant. She’d never taken  for granted the fact that she  was born into enough wealth to provide her with dyes for  her silk gowns and even for some of her leather garments, as well.

She took a seat at the table where she and  Ralen often ate, facing Shaena while the  maid worked on her hair, smoothing it with a brush and twining some of the tiny yellow-gold flowers through her long, ebony locks. “Besides,” Shaena added, “your

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bracelets and ankle cuffs  are certainly not simple, and the flowers rather match the

amber stone.”

It reminded  her, once more, that Ralen  was wealthy, too. Flowers and sunsets were among the  only color that came freely in  Caralon—in their world, most such vibranthues had to be bought. Shaena’s words also drew her thoughts back to the cuffsthemselves. She’d actually forgotten she was wearing them—they seemed like such a natural part of her now.

“You seemed well-pleasured last night,” Shaena said kindly.

At this point, Teesia had thought the maid  wouldn’t mention the previous evening, but she didn’t mind. “Very much. And you  were right, Shaena. I feared being Ralen’s slave, but turns out that now I relish it.”  She tilted her head, thinking. “Although Icannot deny how thrilled I am that he is taking me from this room today. I’d begun to think I might never