The lust raging through him came as a great surprise. This was supposed to be a duty. He hadn’t expected it to be a pleasure—or to find himself so close to being out of control. He wished to slide between her fair thighs and take what was rightfully his.
But he would not take her until she was ready for him.
He gently stroked the generous curve of her waist, reveling in her well-rounded figure. The fact that she wasn’t skin and bones pleased him greatly. This was a woman meant for loving.
To fuck, he reminded himself firmly. Not love. Fucking.
“There will be no secrets between us,” he said as he caressed her thigh, almost to her mound, then trailed his finger up her belly, between her breasts, and to her jawline. She cringed from his touch but he captured her chin. “Whether it is your mind, your body, your heart, your soul, you will share openly with me.”
Annie’s heart beat so fast and so hard she was sure anyone in the mansion could hear it. The feel of his naked skin brushing hers along with his callused fingertips on her thigh were causing a five-alarm blaze to heat up all her senses.
How did she end up unclothed in a tub with the most gorgeous man she’d ever met?
“I don’t understand what’s going on.” She hugged herself tighter as he held her chin and her gaze captive. “I came with you to find my cousins, not to get it on with you.”
He moved his hand to her face to gently trace her lower lip with his thumb. The sensual touch, the look in his eyes, made Annie positively melt. Good heavens but she wanted him. She wanted to reach out and run her hands all over his powerful biceps, along the scars on his massive chest, his washboard stomach, and muscled thighs. And his cock…she wanted to touch him from his balls to the head of his erection…and taste him.
She’d gone from inexperienced virgin to wanton woman in ten seconds flat.
“You are where you belong, kitten.” Karn continued to stroke her bottom lip. “Soon enough you will be with your family. First, you must be well versed in the ways of pleasuring your king.”
“You’re not my king.” Annie frowned, which wasn’t easy to do when she was so turned on and he was touching her lip like that. “You’re not talking sense.”
Karn put one arm behind her, like a guy making his moves by putting his arm on a seatback before closing in on his date. He moved closer so that his body was firmly against hers, and she couldn’t think anymore.
Her brain was history.
Elvis has left the building.
“I am your king, and you belong to me.” Karn eased his finger from her lips and down along the slender column of her neck to her collarbone that was just above water level because of the way she was slumped down. “And as such you will be trained in all the skills necessary to obey my commands and to give me pleasure.”
Annie barely heard him as he spoke, and nothing he said really clicked in her brain or made sense. What happened to Annie Travis, the college professor who was a force to be reckoned with, who intimidated most men simply by her intelligence? Yes, she was shy in a lot of ways on a personal level. But when it came to her field of study, she could turn most men into pulp.
This was not her field of study.
Her smarts had taken a hike. At this moment, she felt about as bright as a turnip.
Karn’s fingers skated lower, into the water, until he reached the swell of her breast. Annie couldn’t stop trembling. She didn’t know what to do, what to say, how to act. This was outside her realm, something she wasn’t equipped to deal with.
“Where are my cousins?” she whispered, desperately trying to say anything that would detract from the sensation of him gently skimming his fingertips along the top of her breasts, from one to the other.
“Alice and Alexi are safe and well.” Karn took one of her hands and firmly tugged at it, forcing it away from her breasts. “When your training is complete, I will take you to them.”
He had magic in his touch, the way he pulled first one hand away from her breast, then the other, and somehow she had no inclination to cover them again. Instead, she reveled in the way he gazed at her, and the flare of desire in his midnight-dark eyes.
“What?” The word slipped through her lips in a low and husky tone that reflected her own need. Her brain had gone from brilliant to bimbette and she couldn’t think beyond her desire for Karn.
“Mmmmm.” The sound rolled from him like a deep and vibrant purr. He brought his hand to one of her breasts and held it, as though testing its weight. “Such beauty, waiting for my touch, and my touch alone.”
As if I’ve been waiting all my life for you. The thought felt right to Annie, as if she had been waiting for him, forever.
When he withdrew his hand she almost whimpered, but then he caught one of her hands and brought it toward him. Before she fully realized what he was doing, he settled her hand on his erection.
Annie’s eyes widened and her skin flushed with heat. Automatically, she tried to snatch her hand back but he held firm.
“Do not fight me. That is your first lesson. I will ask no more—or less—of you than you want to give.”
She was so confused by what was happening that she couldn’t think of a suitable response.
“Feel what you do to me.” He forced her fingers to close around his length, his gaze never leaving hers. “Feel how badly I want to be inside you.”
At his last comment, Annie’s cheeks blazed. She tore her gaze from his and looked into the water where she could clearly see his hand holding hers firmly around his erection. He was so big that when he shifted, the length of him protruded from the pool, and at the tiny hole in the top, a bead of fluid glistened in the candlelight.
Karn leaned down so his lips were close to her ear, causing her to shiver. “Stroke me, Annie.”
Using his firm grip, he forced her hand to slide down his length and back to the head. Her natural curiosity kicked in, and she focused on the feel of him against her palm as he moved her hand up and down his shaft. It felt hard, yet soft, silk covering a steel rod. His cock was so long she wondered how it could possibly fit inside her.
“It will fit.”
Annie jerked her head up and tried to stop stroking him, but he forced her to keep going. “You read my mind?”
“I read your eyes and your face.” A hint of a smile teased the corner of his mouth. “You have very expressive features.”
“Oh.” Annie couldn’t take looking into his dark gaze because she was too embarrassed. She turned her attention back to her hand and realized that he had released her, yet she continued to stroke him on her own.
She stopped, but then Karn had his hand on the back of her head, clenching her braid, and lightly forcing her downward. “Taste me,” he murmured. “I can see it in your eyes, how badly you wish to lick my cock.”
A part of her said to tell this arrogant bastard to go to hell. After all, she’d barely met the man. He’d kidnapped her, for goodness sake.
She could almost feel the fires of hell blazing right under her tender feet, though she’d never really given her mother’s rantings much due.
But another part of her wanted this education. Yes. Like she’d dreamed about, but had never found the right man to teach her.
She relaxed, giving in to his prompts, allowing him to lower her head. When her lips met the head of his erection a thrill shot from her mouth to her nipples, and she ached between her thighs. He felt so soft against her lips and so hard in her hand. The thrill was even more intense knowing she was the cause of his arousal.
A smile touched her lips as she flicked her tongue over the tiny hole at the head and tasted the fluid beaded there. It was salty and sweet, and she liked it. She wanted more of it.
Karn was moving her other hand up and down the part of his shaft that was underwater. The man’s cock was long, but he’d adjusted himself on the rock so that most of his erection was above water. She was surprised she was able to take him deep enough that her lips met the pool before she move
d her mouth back up his shaft again.
When Karn groaned, Annie swore she had never felt such power in her life. She was in control of this man’s pleasure.
At that moment it hit her—what Awai had said only hours ago at Annie’s dinner table. “For a sub, giving up control is more than bondage, more than pleasure and pain. It’s power. You have total control over your Master’s pleasure. You hold all the cards.”
She held all the cards.
The thought fueled Annie’s excitement. She had an eidetic— what most people called photographic—memory and thought about everything she’d ever read about sex, about what men enjoyed. She did her best to translate printed words into real actions.
The books definitely didn’t do this experience justice.
She used her tongue along his length and applied gentle suction as her hand continued to work his shaft, and she thought about what Awai had said. No doubt this man was a Dominant, and it all made sense when she recalled what he’d said about training her to pleasure him.
He wanted her as his submissive.
But was that what she wanted?
Her body burned with heat, her senses filled with Karn’s musk and the tropical scents of the trees and bushes surrounding the pool. She wondered at that, how these kinds of plants could be inside a mansion on the moors—at least moors were what she’d painted and had seen when lightning had brightened the sky.
Warm water lapped at her body and teased her breasts as she moved up and down his shaft.
“Stroke my balls,” Karn commanded in a voice that was gravelly with lust.
Annie found herself instinctively following his command while she continued to give him fellatio. She brought her hand through the water, up to his balls and felt their weight in her hand. She gently squeezed.
Karn growled, a deep rumble in his chest, like a tiger’s.
His balls drew up, his cock went rigid as he thrust faster into her mouth. He growled again before he shouted. Come filled her mouth.
The fact that a man had just climaxed from her touch filled her with a sense of awe. She swallowed the come with a kind of greed that shocked her. She kept sucking as his orgasm stretched out.
His semen tasted different, like nothing she’d ever tasted before. From Awai’s comment, Annie had half expected it to taste like Brie or tapioca, but it was different. Sweet, yet salty.
Knowing that she had brought Karn such pleasure and had made him come was a powerful aphrodisiac. It made her want him even more. It didn’t matter that he was a stranger—she wanted to feel his hands on her body, and to feel him deep within her core.
She sucked him, drawing more of his fluid into her mouth and down her throat. Karn clenched his hand tighter in her hair and tugged on her braid.
“Enough!” He pulled her away from him so that she was again sitting up and looking at him. Perspiration beaded his face and his eyes had a wild look to them. “If you were not an innocent, I would fuck you now,” he said, his chest rising and falling as though he’d just run a mile.
The way he said I would fuck you now created wild sensations that tore through her body.
What’s stopping you, sugar? went through her mind as though the alien bimbette was suddenly back and taking over her brain.
“I will take you, soon.” His muscles flexed and his jaw tightened. “I will drive into you and take what is mine.”
Annie thought about telling him she wasn’t his, but she couldn’t. She actually liked the idea of belonging to this man. The idea of him considering her as his.
Abruptly, Karn stood and moved in front of her. Her gaze traveled up the powerful thighs and the length of his cock that was as impressively erect as before, even though she’d just given him a blowjob.
Oh, my god. Annie brought her wet hand to her lips where she could feel him as if she was still going down on him. I just gave a total stranger fellatio, and a king no less.
While she was still coming to grips with her first sexual experience, Karn grasped her upper arms and brought her to her feet. For a moment, he simply studied her eyes then brushed his lips over hers in a devastatingly sensual caress.
Annie moaned and allowed him to lead her to the falls that tumbled into the bathing pool. He held up his hand and a large gold ring lowered from the palm trees shading them. She was near-sighted and didn’t have her glasses on to know for sure, but the ring didn’t look like it was attached to anything, as if it was suspended in midair.
As she brought her gaze back to Karn, he held out one palm and two wide red ribbons appeared. As if out of nowhere. Annie was still staring wide-eyed while he took one of her hands and tied one of the ribbons around her wrist.
“How do you do that?” Her gaze traveled his muscular chest until she reached his face. “The ribbons. They just appeared, like magic.”
“It is magic.” He brought her wrist high over her head and pressed her back against the smooth stone of the falls. The tumbling water rushed over her body, caressing her as his eyes traveled over her breasts. “The talent to manipulate and retrieve objects is innate in my species. It is a trait nurtured in my race from the time we are mere cubs.”
She was about to ask him about the cubs thing and about magic when she realized he’d tied her wrist above her head.
Panic and surprise surged through Annie as she pulled against the bond. “What are you doing?”
“Binding you,” he said, even as he was raising her other wrist and tying it above her head.
“What in heaven’s name?” Annie struggled against her bonds even though she knew it was futile. A combination of anger, fear, embarrassment, and desire surged through her. With her hands tied high above her head, her body was completely on display, as if she was an offering to a god.
And Karn was the god.
Satisfaction gleamed in her deity’s eyes as she stopped struggling. He stepped so close she felt the brush of his cock against her belly. Moisture flooded her folds and her mind went straight back to bimbette mode. She couldn’t think, couldn’t rationalize. All she knew was that she wanted this man.
And amazingly enough, she liked how it felt to be tied up and at his mercy.
Karn pressed his body against hers, gently pushing her harder against the smooth rocks of the waterfall. The top of the falls reached her shoulders and water continued to rush over her breasts, down to her mound, and along her thighs.
As he pressed his muscular form tight to her, Karn took her braid and pulled it apart, freeing her butt-length hair and letting it fall over her breasts and back.
“Always leave your hair like this.” It was not a suggestion, but a command.
She glared at him. “If I prefer to put it in a braid, I will.”
He shook his head, his eyes narrowed. “When I give you a direction, you must do it and say, ‘Yes, Sire.’”
Annie swallowed. “What if I don’t?”
Karn gave a lethal smile. “Then I must punish you.”
Her eyes widened and she caught her breath as she pictured him wielding a long leather strap and taking it to her hide. “Punish—as in whipping me?”
He rubbed his fingers through her hair, as if he enjoyed the feel of it. “Perhaps. If that is something you would find pleasurable.”
Annie couldn’t think very clearly with this man’s body so close to her, his musky scent filling her senses, his erection pressed to her belly, and her arms bound above her head. “I don’t see how pain could be pleasurable.”
“You will.” His voice was filled with promise. Before she could respond, he lowered his head and flicked one of her nipples with his tongue. Annie gasped and found herself sinking into the feeling, letting her weight hang against the bindings above. Heavens, but the feeling of being bound was exciting enough. Add the sensations of warm water rushing over her, his hot mouth on her nipples, and his lower body against hers… It was all so erotic and incredible that she simply gave herself up to it without question.
But when his callused
hand traveled down her belly and cupped her mound, the butterflies in her abdomen went ballistic.
Heat from both arousal and embarrassment flushed over her. “I’ve never been with a man before.”
“I know,” Karn murmured just as he slipped one finger into her slit. “I sensed it the moment I touched you.”
Annie moaned and her knees gave out. Her wrists pulled against the restraints, but they held tight. She’d never realized how amazing it would feel to have a man touch her so intimately.
A rumble rose in him as he sucked her nipples. “So sweet, so innocent,” he said, then dipped his finger into her slick core, causing her to cry out with surprise and pleasure. “And so very tight and wet.”
He thrust two fingers inside her, knuckles deep, and Annie jerked against her bonds. She watched him sucking her nipples and felt his fingers moving in and out. It all seemed so surreal, yet thrilling. How could she be here now, with this gorgeous man who had claimed her as if she was his property?
But she didn’t have time to think about it much longer because he was moving his lips down her belly, straight to her mound.
His tongue trailed circles in the trimmed hair and she heard him breathe deeply of her scent. It embarrassed her, yet she found it exhilarating, too, that he was as turned on by her as she was turned on by him. While he was bent, touching her and scenting her, she saw an unusual tattoo on his upper-right shoulder—a kind of red and gold filigree diamond. She wanted to touch it, to caress his skin, to slip her fingers into his dark hair, but the bindings held her fast.
In the next moment she forgot all about the diamond tattoo as Karn brought his hands to her slit and opened her to his gaze.
Annie’s breath caught as she watched him lave her folds. She cried out from the incredible feeling of his tongue licking her. Only in her wildest dreams had she imagined what it would feel like to have a man’s mouth on her like this. The entire sum of her experience had been those dreams.
Karn clenched her buttocks with one hand as he thrust two fingers into her core and pressed his face tight against her folds.
Annie’s orgasm slammed into her so hard and fast that she cried out in wonder and surprise. She’d never had such an intense climax and it seemed as if it would go on forever. Her hips bucked against his face and she pulled against her restraints. But he kept on, causing one aftershock after another.
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