by Mardi Ballou
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Dominic couldn’t believe how fantastic it was to be with this woman. He’d nearly come just from massaging her with the rose cream. He wanted to lick every inch of her, to straddle her and pump his aching shaft and balls on her and in her. Up until she actually fastened him to his bed, he’d seriously doubted she’d have the nerve. Good for her. She’d surprised him yet again, which only added to his enjoyment of her. One thing he was already learning about Gwyn—never to underestimate her.
He’d nearly broken out of his slave role when he’d talked about taking a barge ride down the Nile with her in the moonlight. There was something about him and traveling on water. People who accused him of wanting to live full time on the Bound for Pleasure weren’t far off the mark. Now that she’d come into his life, Dominic longed to travel the world by sea with her by his side. With Gwyn, he again wanted to see the places his jaded eyes had grown to take for granted, with her fresh excitement to reinspire him he’d once more be ready to conquer new worlds. Of course it wouldn’t do for the slave to proffer such invitations to the exalted empress who was about to let him serve her, but later…
She was looking at him so intently, as if her eyes could pierce to the deepest corners of his soul. And then she began to fondle his straining erection, and he couldn’t help but move—as much as his restraints let him, which wasn’t much. She’d fastened him down quite effectively.
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Gwyn hiked up her imperial robe, removed her imperial undergarment, and straddled her gorgeous imperial slave. If he hadn’t been so fantastic to touch, she might have been satisfied with just taking him in with her eyes, engraving his image onto her mind forever. But she couldn’t keep her hands or her mouth or her other bodily parts off him. And as his queen, she didn’t have to.
First she stretched herself along his well-muscled length, loving the feel of his rock hard erection pressed against her belly. She wanted to start with a long, lingering kiss, trying to convince herself that she had all the time in the world to do whatever she wanted with him. She stroked his face as her tongue began to probe the delicious depths of his waiting mouth. Despite the implied passivity of his pose, his tongue and lips were anything but passive as her kiss sparked a hot response from him. He may have been a slave, but his tongue was more than equal to hers—thrusting into her, demanding her surrender to him. She breathed him in, chewing on his full lips, his tongue. Their kiss deepened as each gave way to the growing hunger moving them.
She broke the kiss and lay her head on his chest, between his two erect nipples, brown against his golden tan. She listened to the fierce hammering of his heart, knowing his accelerated beat betrayed her power over him.
Gwyn ran her hands down his sides from his outspread armpits to his well-shaped ankles. Her slave, who was hard and firm everywhere, moaned, feeding her excitement. She longed to ride his huge cock, to move her hips in all the ways that would bring maximum pleasure to her, to both of them. But she wanted to extend their ecstasy, make this moment last ‘til she could suck the last drop of it dry for her memories. He had a small brown mole right over his waist on the right side and an interesting bruise on his left hip. She touched the bruise and he winced. Later, she would ask him how he’d hurt himself.
But now she buried her head on his flat, firm belly, so close to his aroused penis. She licked the skin near his navel, tasting his salt and strength, enjoying the rippling of his muscles as he writhed beneath her. She was about to put her lips to his cock when she more fully realized what power she had over this man at this moment. Despite his enormous strength, she knew she could hurt him—in many ways. She could bite or kick or injure him, for he’d let her put him at her mercy. For now, he was truly as subject to her as the humble slave to Cleopatra. She blew softly on his cock and watched him move.
He lay there, so open to her. No, she’d never hurt him. But he’d had no way of knowing that for sure when he lay down and spread himself out for her. Her recognition of his trust and faith in her nearly knocked her off the bed, its impact greater than any of the other amazing revelations of the night. This man lay before her, completely hers to do with as she would. She bit back tears of amazement as she absorbed this truth. There’d be time for the tears later, much later. Now she would pleasure him as she took her own joy from him. Her pussy and clit were nearly as engorged as his turgid cock.
As she cupped his full, heavy balls in her hands, she ran the tip of her tongue slowly around the head of his penis. He writhed beneath her, gasping. “My Lady,” he said, staying in role as she played with him. “I’m yours to do with as you will.” Ah, yes. He was.
When she leaned into him, her necklace fell away from her neck, forming a jeweled curtain between his cock and his balls. The moment Gwyn realized this, she swung the necklace back and forth in a tiny motion that she repeated, soon adding little squeezes of his balls. Her slave’s moans told her she was using her jewels most effectively. She giggled to herself, wondering if the designer had ever envisioned how the gold and precious stones could enhance a magnificent erect cock.
As much fun as she was having, she realized neither she nor her slave could continue without their play leading to the predictable end. Even a queen as powerful as Cleopatra couldn’t stop nature. And she would have her wild ride before the last of this game. For just these few moments, she knew the magnificent slave pleasuring her would be totally hers.
She reached for a condom on the edge of the table and opened it quickly. Dominic, her slave, groaned when she unfurled it over his waiting staff. With a final pat to his balls, Gwyn lifted her hips and angled herself down to engulf her slave’s prize tool. Once he’d penetrated her, she sat for just a moment, savoring the feel of him buried deep inside her.
“Now, my pet,” she whispered, “you will take your queen on a most special ride. You are my champion stallion, and together we will jump the fences and race through the desert.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” he whimpered. “As you wish.”
She wished to start slowly, lifting her hips so high she nearly came to edge of his cock. Just before she would have slipped off the end, she slid back down. Too delicious. Each movement produced an echo of wetness and hardness meeting head on. She had to allow herself to release the sounds that would tell him he was pleasing her.
But she had to be careful. Her slave could not know how he was affecting her, or he might lead a palace insurrection. Then he arched his hips to move up to meet her downward slide, and she gave up any pretensions to dignity. So her slave would get a swelled head. To hell with revolutions. She bit back a laugh. She loved what happened when other parts of his anatomy swelled.
She stretched out full length along his torso and kissed his lips, first tenderly, then with more fervor, as her hips continued the up and down dance that took his shaft the length of her hot, tight sheath. She felt him grow yet larger and she began a circular rotation with her hips, first clockwise, then counter clockwise. He called out her name—”Cleopatra, my Queen!”
Gwyn put her hands on his butt, though there wasn’t much room between his glorious ass and the bed. Damn, she’d really fastened him tight. His writhing and wriggling added to her pleasure, deepening her vibrations ‘til she thought she’d scream. And she wasn’t even coming yet, though she knew it would not be long.
“My love,” he called out, “stop, or it won’t be much longer ‘til your slave…”
He’d called her his love. She knew it had to be the sex talking—she wouldn’t fall into the trap of taking anything he said right now seriously. Nothing anyone said in the throes of… “Oh, God,” she called out, rising to a new peak of pleasure.
Oh, yeah. It was happening now. She was climbing that slope and seeing stars and circles of blinding white light. She was floating in outer space, among the planets and the galaxies and the suns. She might never return to earth. She heard her voice scream out his name and unintelligible fragments of words as her mind and body exploded
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As her release shattered the air around them, he began to pulse with his own, pulling against his cuffs, calling her name, then sending gallons of his come into her quivering core. He said her name and the “L” word again, and the rest was too much for her fogged brain to begin to untangle.
The queen collapsed in a most unroyal heap on the drained body of her slave.
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Dominic would never be able to get enough of her. Though he’d slipped into the role of slave to accommodate Gwyn in her Cleopatra role, he felt only too clearly that he could very easily become a love slave to this woman. She brought him to such heights of pleasure that after just a few hours together, he couldn’t imagine having to be without her.
Now she lay on him, their hearts hammering together in harmony. His arms and legs were still cuffed, so he couldn’t embrace her. For now, he would put up with this restraint, which was so unlike how he was in any other segment in his life. He shifted slightly, aware of Gwyn on top of him and the gentle movements of the waters far beneath them.
But then he couldn’t stand the restraints a moment longer. He had to be free to touch her or he’d die. “Gwyn,” he whispered to her, “release me.”
She raised her face and looked at him. “So I’m no longer Cleopatra?” Her lips curved sardonically.
“For now,” he said, “it’s time to end this part of the story, Your Majesty.” He chuckled dryly. “You see, I want to touch you, and I need my hands back for that.”
“Oh,” she said, moving slowly.
“And to be honest, I’m losing the circulation in several of my limbs.”
“Oh, right,” she said, moving more quickly and climbing off him. “Uh, Dominic, where are the keys?”
He explained exactly where everything was and how to release him. As soon as she’d freed him, both of them rubbed the feeling back into his ankles and wrists. Then he held her to him and satisfied his need to stroke her beautiful face. “Gorgeous as you look as a brunette, I’m ready for you to go back to being a blonde. Let’s take off your wig so I can have Gwyn back.”
She handed him the wig.
“And maybe it’s time to retire Cleopatra for now. If you’ll take off the costume, you can put this on.” He handed her a beautiful jade green kimono that he’d gotten the last time he went to Japan.
“Okay,” she said, looking a bit regretful. She quickly took off the costume and put on the kimono. “But can I keep some of the jewelry on?”
“If you want,” he said, stroking her softly. He took the wig from her as she fluffed up her blond hair.
“Gwyn, tell me how that was for you,” he asked.
“What do you mean?” she asked, turning from the mirror where she’d been frowning at her reflection.
He ran his fingers down her face, then kissed her lightly. “How was it for you having me as your slave, cuffed, while you, as they say, had your way with me?”
She appeared to close off from him, and he didn’t understand why. He thought they’d gotten so intimate just before. “Fine. It was fine,” she said. “How was it for you?” She looked a bit nervous to hear his response.
He took both of her hands in his. “God, Gwyn it was fucking fantastic.” He shrugged at his inability to find the words he needed to tell her exactly what she meant to him, how it had been for him. He, Dominic Laredo, who was never at a loss for words or much of anything else. “You know,” he added, groping to express himself, “I felt we were really into it, up on a whole new level of being together. I know I sound like some new age guru mouthing platitudes. But damn, I don’t know how else to say it.”
She sighed and said so softly he had to bend to catch her words, “I know this night is going to be one of the most special of my whole life.”
Though the words themselves seemed positive, Dominic sensed a deep sadness in what she was saying—and in how she expressed herself—and that damnable holding back. Why, when they’d had such soul shattering sex and beyond, was she sounding sad? How could he ask her this when he intuited she’d begun to put a wall up between them and everything he was doing right now only had her piling the bricks higher?
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It was so funny, Gwyn thought. Pete often accused her of wanting to talk too much after sex, of wanting to analyze their lovemaking to death. She’d always been frustrated by his refusal to verbalize at all about their sex—let alone anything like feelings—except for an occasional grunt. But now Dominic was the one trying to generate some talk, trying to draw her out, and she was the one keeping silent. He wanted her to give him information she quickly realized she didn’t want to share with him. Not now, maybe not ever. It wasn’t at all that she didn’t feel close to him, because she did. She amazed herself when she realized just how close she felt to him—closer than she ever had with any of her previous partners. But she also realized that what he thought about her mattered, a lot. Probably way more than it should. What would he think if she told him she knew this was a one-night stand, and the prospect of never seeing him again made the rest of her life stretch ahead like a long gray road to nowhere?
One thing she knew for sure. She didn’t want to ruin this night by clinging. Dominic Laredo wasn’t a man who’d appreciate some clingy female whining to be at his side. Heck, no guy did. But especially not a man like Dominic Laredo.
So she had to keep her feelings and her deepest desires to herself, keep him at a safe distance. And just savor every moment of this rapidly fleeting night. So for tonight, she’d enjoy Dominic—just like she’d enjoy wearing the gorgeous Cleopatra jewelry. She knew she’d be giving them all up soon.
The jewelry would be easy to walk away from. But what would she do when morning came and Dominic Laredo left her—forever?
After she put on the beautiful kimono Dominic had given her, she lay back down on the bed, propped up on her side, as he puttered around. Before she could ponder these sad thoughts much longer, Dominic once again aroused her curiosity. For he put away the Cleopatra costume and then turned to her with an enigmatic grin lighting up his face.
Chapter Five
“Dominic,” she asked, propped languidly against several pillows and enjoying the sight of his tidying up—in the nude. Great costume for cleaning up, she thought. If more people looked like him to clean the house, it might become the number one spectator sport in America. His body surely was the stuff of dreams. She’d have expected any man that buff to be the stereotypical dumb athlete. But Dominic was smart, funny, caring, not to mention enormously rich. Not to mention. Was this man missing anything? Not from where she was sitting. “You are Dominic again, aren’t you?”
He grinned at her. “That depends. Do you want me to be Dominic again? Or Captain Hook? Or your slave? Or someone else?”
Though she was more than content to have him be Dominic, she wasn’t about to admit it. Not when he seemed to be primed for more of his special fun and games. Of course, maybe she should up the interest by playing a little hard to get. She snorted to herself. Who was she kidding, after the way they’d been burning up the mattress—and the tub? He had to think she was the easiest piece of fluff in the universe. She blushed. Then she scolded herself for blushing, and vowed she’d be blush free for the rest of her time with him. No matter what the two of them did. She could go into permanent blush mode for the rest of her life after tonight.
The silence grew, but felt far from uncomfortable. “I see you’re contemplating your response,” he said, putting the Cleopatra wig away. Gwyn lightly fingered the necklace she was going to wear a bit longer. Dominic left the cabinet door open and came over to her, sitting near her on the bed and reaching out to massage her belly and legs. “Any thoughts in mind?”
“You expect me to think when you’re doing that?” she asked with a quick chuckle.
He pulled his hand back. “You want me to stop?”
She snatched his hand and put it back where it had been. “I didn’t say that.”
He continued p
laying with her. “Any ideas at all of who you want me to be next?”
“You’ve raised my curiosity,” she said, relaxing further into the pillows and giving herself up to enjoying the easy artistry of his large hands. “Do you have costumes for no matter what in that second cabinet?”
He smiled. “You’ve deflected my question for now, which is all right. All you ever have to do is say you don’t want to answer. Gwyn, is there anything I can get you? More champagne? Something else to eat or drink?”
Thoughtful. He was thoughtful too. She couldn’t imagine Pete ever thinking to offer her refreshments. Pete was more than content to let her be fully responsible for seeing to his needs. Come to think of it, that’s the way he behaved in other areas too… “I’m not the only one deflecting questions here,” she said. “But no, I couldn’t eat or drink anything more. I really will answer your question later. First I want you to answer mine. What all do you have in that second cabinet?”
He shrugged. “Just a few baubles and clothes to make it possible to try out different roles while I’m on board. Sounds dull, doesn’t it?”
“Dull?” She laughed dryly. That was one word that seemed to have no connection to Dominic. “No way. I’m amazed at what you were able to produce spontaneously when I said the name Cleopatra. And I wonder what else is in there?”
“Do you want to see now?” he asked, offering her his hand to climb out of the bed.
She shook her head, preferring to stay where she was over satisfying her curiosity. “Later, maybe. Right now I prefer to keep a bit of mystery.”
“I’ll have to remember that,” he said, furrowing his brow. “The lady prefers a touch of mystery. But Gwyn, to answer your question. What I keep on this yacht is just a small sampling of all the toys and goodies I’ve collected. I keep some everywhere I live and at my private residences at all the resorts.” He looked down for a moment, then looked her full in the eyes and added, “I hope I’ll get a chance to show everything to you, soon.”
