The way he said wench—damn, but it was sexy. Alexi grew even wetter. What he had in mind for that strap she wasn’t sure, but from what she’d come to know about Darronn, she didn’t think he would hurt her. In fact, she was certain she would enjoy whatever he came up with. Nearly breathless with anticipation, she raised herself onto her knees on the bed so that she was facing him. “What would you have me do now, Master?”
“Widen your thighs and turn toward the wall.” While she complied, Darronn trailed the strap over her breasts, causing her nipples to harden. “Then stretch your body forward and place your hands upon the bar.” He gestured to the headboard’s wood railing.
Alexi complied, a sensual shiver racing throughout her body. When she had a firm grip on the bar, Darronn moved closer and then tied her hands to it with the black leather strap.
Her breathing grew even more rapid and her skin tingled with anticipation. She glanced over her shoulder at Darronn and saw that he held a black cloth. Before she could gather her thoughts enough to wonder what he had in mind for it, he was tying it around her head, blindfolding her so that everything went dark.
“How are you going to punish me, Master?” She was hardly able to stand the wait.
“In addition to your disobedience, you talk far too much for a serving girl.” Darronn’s tone was so sensual that Alexi knew he was getting off on this as much as she was. Being blindfolded made her even more aware of his musky scent, the heat of his body, the need in his voice. “This should solve the immediate problem of your insolence.”
Alexi gasped as a silk cloth was slipped between her lips and tied around her head. She made a sound of protest and tugged against her bonds, but the effort was only halfhearted. It was unbelievable to have her knees splayed wide and cool air skimming her folds, her hands bound to the bed, to be blindfolded and gagged—and totally at his mercy.
She felt the soft caress of leather over her ass cheeks and a trickle of fear and excitement filled her.
“In my kingdom my servants must perform their duties with efficiency.” The leather strap moved up her backside, along her spine to her neck, and then across each shoulder. “You have been neglecting your duties, wench,” Darronn murmured, “and for that you will be punished.”
The strap moved over her back while she felt something being pressed into her hand. It felt soft and rubbery, and the same shape as the spade vibrator. “Drop the spade if you feel anything but pleasure,” he murmured near her ear. “If you feel fear, or wish me to stop, just release it and this game ends.”
Ha! Alexi O’Brien never backs down from a challenge.
Darronn growled and she shivered. “Nod if you understand, wench.”
Alexi swallowed behind her gag and nodded.
A snapping sound, like a whip, and then a sting against her ass cheeks startled Alexi into crying out behind the gag and nearly dropping the spade. The sting quickly melted into warmth that spread across her skin.
“You turn a lovely shade of pink for me, wench,” he murmured, and another lash fell.
She clenched the spade tighter and the next lash fell and then the next. It seemed that the more he lashed her, the better it felt. The pain turned into a kind of rapture she had never expected. Soon she was pressing back, moving into the lashes, and moaning from the sheer excitement and the heat now radiating all over her body. He lashed her shoulders, her back, her ass, her thighs, always continuing to another location and never striking in the same place twice.
But what shocked Alexi more than anything was how close she was to orgasm. It seemed that every strike of his strap made her hornier and hornier yet.
“Remember you may not climax without my permission, wench,” Darronn said as he continued the erotic punishment. “If you do, I shall be forced to punish you yet again.”
Alexi wasn’t sure she could handle much more pleasure and pain than this. And since they were playing at him being her Master, then she would do whatever it took to hold back her orgasm. Any challenge she put her mind to, she would win.
The blindfold kept her from seeing him, but she could smell and feel everything with such clarity that the sensations were nearly driving her out of her mind.
Darronn laid the strap across her back as he moved behind her, between her splayed thighs, and she almost sighed with relief. She needed to come so badly she was on the fine, fine edge.
But when he grasped her butt cheeks and she felt his rough tongue lave her folds, she almost lost it. Small tremors caused her thighs to quiver. She fought against her bonds and shouted at him to stop, but her gag held back the scream.
He turned and moved so that his head was beneath her, her pussy close to his face.
She nearly came unglued as he paused and took a deep breath, as though drinking in the rich scent of her. I want you in me more than anything, she thought as if he might hear her.
“You will.” The promise hung in the air as if he’d spoken aloud. Yet it had been in her head.
That’s crazy.
He dipped his tongue into her core and she cried out, arching her hips. “Such a sweet, sweet taste,” he murmured, as though lost in the moment. Then he laved her in one long stroke from core to mound.
She shouted behind the gag again and clenched the bar tighter, her knees close to his face, as if that might allow her to hold him there until he finished the job. He only paused a moment, perhaps warring with himself to give her any control at all. But then he pressed his face against her folds and sucked on her clit.
A shriek tore from Alexi from behind the gag. If the cloth hadn’t held back the sound, it would have been a wonder if the windows didn’t shatter. Her hips jerked against him as her orgasm nearly split her in two. Darronn gave a growl of satisfaction as he continued to press against her, to force her to another orgasm, then another.
She struggled against him, trying to get him to stop. The pleasure was too exquisite, too much to take. She’d thought the spade vibrator had been unbelievable when she’d arrived in this place, but Darronn’s mouth took her even further, until he finally let her go.
Darronn eased out from beneath her then moved to the head of the bed, near her face. He took off the gag and blindfold. While he watched his mate recover from her many orgasms, he unfastened her bonds and shifted her onto her back. He studied her flushed face and body and the heavy rise and fall of her chest. The need to take her was beyond any he remembered ever experiencing in his life.
Control. This was about him gaining control of his woman.
His need for her was so great he had to obtain release now. If it had been any other wench than Alexi that he endeavored to train, he would have sought out Kalina or any one of the servants, like the voluptuous Kira. In the past he would have taken several wenches at once. But now that he had found Alexi, he could no longer think of himself with any other woman in any way. Yes, he now understood why Jarronn would only enjoy Alice’s pleasures.
For Darronn would have no woman but Alexi in his bed.
He pressed his erection against her mouth. She parted her lips and he slid into her wet warmth.
Alexi took him deeper than he had expected and her tongue swirled around the head as she applied strong suction.
She shifted her position and brought her hands up and wrapped one around the base of his cock, and cradled his balls with the other. With any of his women in the past, he would never have allowed them to use their hands without his permission. He demanded total submission and complete control.
But Alexi—what in the name of the skies was she doing to him?
She made soft moans as she sucked him, and her eyes told him how much she enjoyed his cock. He braced his hands on the bed, above her head, determined to take more control, and thrust his hips, forcing himself faster in and out of her mouth.
The need for his woman had built to such incredible proportions that his climax slammed into him like an avalanche roaring down from a Tarok Mountain peak. He bellowed as he came, his shout loud e
nough to thunder through his chateau. His fluid spurted into the back of Alexi’s throat as she sucked him and sucked him, until he pulled his wet and still firm cock out of her mouth.
She licked at a drop of his fluid that had dribbled down the corner of her mouth. “I need you inside me. Now.”
“On your hands and knees,” he demanded.
Alexi couldn’t move fast enough. If this meant he was going to fuck her, she damn well wanted it as soon as he’d give it to her. Darronn made a satisfied sound and moved away. But then he growled in his tiger-like way and bit her ass cheek hard enough to bring tears to her eyes.
Marking her.
“You belong to me, Alexi.” Darronn grabbed her slim hips in his large hands and pressed his erection to her ass.
The rough scrape of his stubble against the already sensitive skin of her back sent sparks flying through her body. “Do you deny me?” he murmured.
All she wanted in this world right now was for Darronn to slide into her, and to take her hard. She found she couldn’t get a word out. She shook her head, answering his question.
Darronn gave a purr of satisfaction, a deep tiger’s rumble. He straightened behind her and she felt him at the entrance to her core. She pressed against him, trying to take him deeper, but he pulled back.
“I am your Master.” He retrieved the strap he’d left lying across her back and swatted her ass with it. “I determine when and how deep I will take you, wench.”
Alexi moaned and raised her head, wishing she could scream at him to fuck her already, but she knew that would only make him taunt her more. He would torture her and withhold his cock if she didn’t remain completely still.
“Much better, wench.” He moved back to the opening of her core, and she whimpered. “For a serving girl you have misbehaved far too many times.”
Her arms and legs trembled as he gripped her hips and slowly entered her—but then he pulled back until he was outside her core again, and this time she almost cried. She was crazy with need for him. Why was he doing this to her?
While she waited for him to torture her more, she breathed in the musky scent of his sweat and testosterone. The calluses on his hands against her hips felt sensual and his warm breath upon her back was like a caress. He moved his erection into her wetness, and she prepared for him to tease her again.
But with a fierce growl, he drove deep inside her.
Alexi screamed. It felt so good having him inside her. He was long and thick and hard, and more than anything she’d ever had or even imagined.
“You enjoy this punishment, do you not, wench?” Darronn said as he thrust in and out of her, and the wet sounds of their flesh slapping together filled the room. He smacked her ass cheeks again with his palm and then the strap, and she gave a cry of excitement. “It pleases you to be taken by your lord and Master.”
Barely realizing what she was doing, Alexi shouted, “Yes, fuck me, Master. Fuck me.”
“Do not climax yet.” Harder and harder he thrust within her core, driving deep, deep inside her. Alexi’s orgasm built to such a fierce intensity that she was positive she would explode.
His sweat dripped onto her back, and the smell of her juices and his musky smell were making her crazy.
I’m going to come. I can’t hold back any longer.
As if in answer to her thoughts, Darronn roared, “You may climax, wench.”
Her body responded so quickly to his permission that it shocked her. Alexi’s orgasm blazed through her, burning her belly, her arms, her face. She screamed again as her body jerked and bucked against his, the inferno moving through her like it would never end.
Distantly she heard Darronn’s triumphant shout, felt him pulse. She closed her eyes as her world spun, and it was like she’d entered a sort of twilight zone. White sparks flew in the darkness behind her eyelids, her body like one giant nerve that felt every convulsion of her core, and every throb of his cock.
“A most perfect match,” Darronn was saying when he withdrew from her.
She hardly knew what she was doing when she shook her head, begging that he stay inside her. Part of her realized that the motion should have been to deny his statement that the pair of them were a perfect match, but right now she didn’t care. She just wanted him to screw her again.
He pulled her onto his lap, his cock hard against her backside, and she wondered how many rounds of good hard sex a Tarok man could handle.
When she opened her eyes, the room was dim with only candlelight dancing with shadows. He didn’t give her time to rest. Instead he slipped her off his lap and pushed her onto the bed so that she was flat on her back, looking up at him as he moved between her thighs.
“Wow,” she said. “That was unbelievable.”
He gave a sinful smile that she knew would be outlawed in half the U.S. “You have been well punished for your bad behavior, wench.”
She ran her tongue along her lower lip. “What if I’m thinking about being real bad again, real soon?”
Darronn’s smile turned positively untamed. “Then you must be punished at once.” And with that he drove into her again.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
A TAROK WEEK LATER, Alexi snuggled into the fur comforter and gave a contented sigh. She felt warm and safe, almost loved, and as if she was being hugged by a giant teddy bear. Time moved slower in Tarok according to Darronn, and she wondered how much time had passed in her own world.
She still didn’t understand this whole thing about different worlds and how he’d brought her here. Was it a fantasy world? Or a real one? Where would it be in the universe? If it even existed in a universe.
Her head ached, just trying to think about it.
On the other hand, the ache in her head from the caffeine withdrawal she’d suffered through for several days had gone away. She’d never thought she would be able to last without caffeine.
She sighed as her thoughts turned to Darronn. Every day and night she was so hot for him. He had a way of licking her clit and fucking her, giving her the most spectacular orgasms. She snuggled deeper into the fur and smiled. She couldn’t deny how much she wanted Darronn every single day. But she also knew she had some power over him, even if he’d never admit it.
It surprised her how much she had liked waking up every morning with his big tiger paw draped over her and his huge body aligned with hers. She shifted in bed, with the paw still over her, and turned to face him.
She couldn’t help the smile that curved her lips as she raised her hand to stroke the soft white fur of his muzzle. “Good morning, Darronn.”
“And to you, my firecat.” A rumble rose in his chest and his pink tongue darted out and licked the tip of her nose, and she laughed.
“You think I belong here with you.” She shook her head. “But I don’t. I have a home in San Francisco, and more importantly, I have a sister to search for.”
Somehow it seemed easier talking to him when he was big, soft, furry, and cuddly. She had certainly never thought of a tiger as cuddly before.
Another rumble rose up in his tiger’s chest.
She hesitated. “I’m not right for you.”
“In this you are wrong.”
He transformed. Beneath her fingertips, white fur changed to olive skin and dark brown hair. His fur melted away, his body morphing, muscles shifting. In moments Darronn the man was in her arms, his naked body only inches from hers. Her fingers now caressed his stubbled jaw to his ear and into his wild brown hair. His gold earring and bad boy looks almost made him look like a pirate.
“You’re magnificent,” she said as she touched him. “As a tiger or a man.”
“You are the perfect woman for me.” Darronn slipped one hand into her hair, cupped the back of her head, and brought his lips close until they barely hovered over hers. “I will have no other.”
The look in Darronn’s eyes and the depth of feeling in his voice was almost more than Alexi could handle. She never allowed any man to get under her skin, and she wa
sn’t going to let this one, either. What she needed was only one good fuck after another, and this was the guy who could give them to her.
The problem was, she had to get her mind back on escaping, and then to finding her way back to San Francisco and searching for her sister. She just had to get Darronn out of her system.
She let her fingers drift from his face to his chest, feeling the warmth of him flow through her.
This past week had flown by quickly after Darronn took her the first time. Often it seemed as if she’d just arrived, and other times like she’d been here for years.
It was strange how comfortable she felt in this alien world, and how much she’d come to enjoy every minute she spent with Darronn.
In many ways it was hard to believe she was a captive because she was enjoying herself too damn much. Darronn certainly kept her well fed and well pleasured. He had shared little of himself, though. She knew that he had three brothers, a niece and nephew, and a sister-in-law, and that his parents and sister had passed away some time ago. But other than that, he didn’t say a whole lot about his life or his past.
Darronn kept her mostly to himself. She’d gotten to know the servant Kira and the sorceress Kalina a bit, but Darronn rarely left Alexi with the women for long. Not to mention that he rarely left her alone at all, and when he did he locked her in tight. At night when he went hunting, he not only locked the double doors leading from his room into the rest of the chateau, but also the balcony doors.
Why did he bother locking those? The balcony was so damn high that she’d break her neck if she tried to climb down.
Alexi frowned as she thought about the trellis and the hard wood between the clusters of blooms and the thorny vines. It would be easy to climb it, if one didn’t mind a few hundred scratches and the burning pain caused by the thorns. Maybe she could wear his leather pants and use a cord to tie them enough to keep them up. At least her legs would be protected.
Where would she go if she did escape?
The dreams. Night after night she’d had the dream about the mirror in the meadow and of Alice on the other side.
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