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

They both breathed hard, the  sound meshing with the flow of the tide, as he pushedhis palms under her skirt to her round ass and thrust deep inside  her. They both yelled out at the entry, so deep,  so binding—and she eagerly met each rough plunge of hiscock into her hot, welcoming cunt. They cried out at each drive, at each moment when their pelvises came flush, his large shaft buried entirely within  her body, and he fuckedher with a rough, thorough  passion that  came without thought or  decision. But emotion—oh yes, emotion was there, prodding  him on, making him love her, love her, love her, tonight be damned.

That, he realized, was the thing driving him, the thing bigger than his anger.  Love.

Reaching between them, he stroked her clit  with his thumb, turning her cries to desperate whimpers that made him love  her even more. And when she came, screaming her ecstasy, he groaned,  thrusting his last inside her. He  needed  it, needed to

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leave part of himself behind just as she’d recently wanted, too—only this time he  needed to leave it  in  her, not on her, somehow feeling it  staked a claim, branded her as his in some new way because he suddenly  realized how  deeply he loved the girl.

A moment later, he remained inside her, but they’d both gone silent so that theshush of the sea was the only sound. The grit of sand caked his elbows and sprinkled her dark hair.

Her voice came small beneath him. “Do you truly hate me?”

His was just as muted. “No.”

“I…I only wanted to pleasure you as  you had pleasured me,” she explained, peering up at him.

He sighed and made himself meet her gaze.  “I don’t like being controlled, Teesia. I don’t like not being able to…well,  to protect myself. I’m sorry.”

It was in that moment that Teesia remembered, and fully understood. Oh Ares. She had been even more stupid than she’d realized. His father. His father had beaten him.  Somehow, in the midst of her determination  to pleasure him, she’d forgotten that. No wonder he’d hated being tied down so much. It must have brought back feelings ofhorror, total helplessness. She hugged him to her. “Oh, Ralen, I’m sorry. So sorry.” She ran her hands through his thick  hair and squeezed him even tighter. “I only  want tomake you happy.”

He drew back in the embrace to look at her, their gazes melding in the moonlight.  “You  do  make me happy. Happier  than I ever  dreamed I could be.”

“I won’t try to control  you again,” she promised, then offered him a tentative smile,

adding, “master.”

Slowly, he smiled back at her, and they rolled  to their sides in the sand. “I apologize

for the terrible things I said to you, vixen. I won’t ever do that to you again.”

“Then all is  forgiven?” she asked hopefully.

“If you forgive me, as well.”

She smiled warmly, unable to believe it was the middle of the night because it felt  as if the sun had just shone into her heart.

Then, when she least expected it, her husband took on the wicked look she loved.  “Will you still be my willing slave, vixen?”

“I have no choice. I’m enslaved to you for life.”

“But you were running away.”

She bit her lip, then admitted everything she’d been feeling before he’d caught up  with her. “And even as I ran, my pussy  ached for you and my ass throbbed with  wanting your cock. I was just about to realize I was running in the wrong direction  when you caught me.”

“Promise me you’ll never run from me again.”

“I couldn’t. You’re the  master of my desire.”

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Epilogue

3591 AD

It was at the grand summer feast  at Enrick’s  estate in Myrtell that  he announced hehad selected a husband for his youngest daughter, Laela, who had just reached bride’sage. Afterward, Laela came scurrying over to the table where Teesia and Ralen sat eating. “I’m so nervous, wondering who it will be,” she said to her older sister as shelooked between Teesia  and her husband. “And  yet, perhaps I should not be. Maven and

Dane are happy—dear Ares—did you know  she’s pregnant again? And you two are happy. Aren’t you?”

Teesia couldn’t resist exchanging a sensual look with her beloved before answering.  “Oh yes, we are happy. Very happy indeed.”

Soon after, when Laela had flitted away, Ralen leaned to whisper in his wife’s ear.  “I know you enjoy visiting your family, vixen, but I’ve discovered since we married that  I no longer enjoy leaving the fortress overnight.”

“Oh?”

“I’d rather be in our chamber tying you up, holding you down, finding more

creative ways to fuck you.”

She cast him her most  coquettish look. “You think we cannot fuck here?”

He grinned. “Well, certainly. But at home, we have…certain tools.”

“So you think I cannot excite you here, master, is that it?” she asked teasingly. “Well, I thought after the feast I would take  you into my old bedchamber and tell you some naughty tales of the Orientation I had there.”

He raised his eyebrows, clearly enticed. “Naughty tales? Give me a taste to last me through the meal.”

Teesia pointed at her  dear old  friend Bella, who sat across the room eating, and flirting with the men on both sides of her. “Bella was my Orienter and she chose to teach by example.” Reaching to press her  palm between his thighs, she found Ralen’scock had gone delightfully hard, that fast. “Mmm, I see you’re interested already.”

“Even so, though,” he  complained, “it won’t be the same as at home.”

With a  sinful smile, Teesia pulled up her finest silk dress under table and led herhusband’s hand to the string of overlapping  disks at her hip. Then she gazed into his dark, sensual eyes to say, “And it’s quite possible a filly’s tail might have found its way into our trunk.”

A hungry smile graced his face as his eyes glittered with heat. “You  are  the  perfect

sex slave.”

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She smiled in reply, glad to have  pleased  him, and glad to know she would please him