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

He’d loved everything else she’d done, hadn’t he? And he  seemed to love her sexually adventurous spirit, particularly enjoying when she turned the tables on him  just slightly, teasing him or initiating new little twists in one of their sensual games  lately.

He would love this,  too—she  knew it. And he would love  her, more than ever, by  the time it was done.

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That night,  Teesia put her plan  into action  with Shaena’s reluctant help. At dinner in the great hall, Shaena served Ralen’s wine  laced with a special herb that would cause him to fall into a deep sleep only to awaken a short while later, refreshed. Once hedrifted into slumber, Teesia would have an hour to prepare.

“Let us adjourn to our chamber, Ralen,” she suggested quietly, squeezing his thigh beneath the table.

He smiled down at her, looking hungry despite the meal they’d just consumed. But

even so, he reminded her, “We have guests, vixen.”

For on this  night of  all nights, he’d  invited guests to dinner  without having mentioned it to her—some of the artisans from the village. He wished to commission agreat mural on one wall of the very hall in  which they gathered, and he’d invited themto hear their thoughts on the project.

Yet now that Ralen had drunk his wine, Teesia knew time was of the essence,  so she said what she knew she must. She leaned up close to his ear and imparted in the softest whisper, “Fuck me, master.”

His expression took on the dark quality she loved, and within a few minutes, he’d made his excuses to  the artisans, telling  the group of men he would consider their suggestions and invite them back soon for further discussion.

Once in their chamber, they hurriedly  stripped off each other’s clothing and reclined on the bed, starting  to kiss and touch, when Ralen stopped to lay his  head back. “Ares, I feel…odd.”

“Odd?” Suddenly, a horrible guilt struck her—had she actually stooped to  drugging her husband?  But it will be worth it,  for both of  us, she promised herself. She had  to show him the other side of pleasure.

“Strangely…tired,” he said with  a sigh. “I…don’t know  why.”

“Perhaps you’ve been working too hard lately.”

He managed a drowsy chuckle. “Perhaps  you  have worked me too hard lately. We  fuck like animals, you know.”

She smiled warmly. “Yes. So…maybe I should give you  the night to rest.”

He never answered, for that quickly he fell asleep.

“You will love this,” she whispered, stroking a gentle hand through his hair.  “You  will thank me later, Ralen. I know  you will.”

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Chapter Nine

When Ralen awoke, he thought he must be dreaming.

He lay stretched across the bed, his wrists  and ankles  bound to the four bedposts with long strips of silk. Teesia stood at the  foot of the bed wearing a tight,  black leather vest cut to reveal her sumptuous breasts, their tips dark and erect, and—other than herjeweled bracelets and ankle cuffs—nothing else at all. She  wielded the riding crop in one hand and her eyes  looked…feral. Wild.  Filled with something new he’d never seen in them before.

“What in Ares’ name…” he began, at a loss,  and started to rise toward her, only to  be halted in place by the ties he’d already forgotten.

“Tonight,” she said sharply, slapping the  end of the riding crop down into her  palm, “I  am the master. Or, I suppose, the mistress. And you are the slave.”

As understanding began to seep through him, his chest tightened with the  anger beginning  to  seethe inside him. He spoke very clearly, enunciating each word. “You do not want to do this, Teesia. Do you hear me?”

She looked unfazed as she drew the tip of  the crop sensually across the upper curve

of one breast and down between. “Oh, but I do, Ralen.”

“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he  said in warning, pulling again at the infuriating ties. What was she thinking? How could she do this to him?

She stepped forward, to the very edge of  the bed, and ran the fringed end of the  crop gently  from his ankle up his inner thigh, stopping just below his balls. An  involuntary shudder snaked through him. “I know  exactly  what I’m doing, my  husband. I’m going to  make you submit to me. I’m going to show  you the joys of being  my slave.”

“Damnation, Teesia,” he snapped,  “untie me this instant!”

“Or what?” She dragged the tip of the crop up his other thigh, the tingling  sensation darting into his cock, turning it visibly hard.

“Or I will make you very sorry, my wanton, I promise you that.” His whole body— no longer just his chest—had begun to clench and tighten now  in an odd  mixture of  arousal and rage.

She granted him a pure vixen’s smile. “Is that so?”

“Do you hear me, woman? This is no game  I’m interested in playing. When  I told you there could be only one master, I was  deadly serious and you’d best understand  that. I am no one’s slave, nor will I ever be —even for a night. So  you’d best untie me  right now before I grow any angrier.” He pulled at the sashes again—Ares, but she’d  tied them tightly!

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Without warning, she  slapped the crop against his thigh, making  him flinch at thesting as he let out a low sound of pain.

“Stop it, Teesia,” he commanded. “Let me up  from this bed.”

“You are most ill-behaved,” she said, swatting him again, this time  at his hip.  He let out a grunt of discomfort as the sensation  moved through him,  making him go even more tense with anger while  it tightened his cock.

Fury boiled in his chest. “ You  are the ill-behaved one, wanton. And trust me, you will pay for this—and  I don’t mean with any sort of pleasure game. Do you understandme?  Do you ?”

He glared at her, but she only kept her  confident, lusty expression in place.

Ares above—what had gotten into her? What made her think she could do this? Make him her slave?  Never. “Clearly, you have