Pleasure of His Bed

by Melissa MacNeal, Donna Grant, Annalise Russell

  She gave one small nod.

  “Were you bathed?”

  Another small nod.

  “Good.” Kyros hurriedly pulled off his boots, his pants, and his tunic.

  His rod ached to be buried in her softness, but again he held back. He wasn’t sure why, but he wanted to go slow with the woman. He moved around her again and ran his hands down her back to her bottom and up. Her skin was petal soft, almost satiny. He moved against her until her back was molded to him. Then he let his hands wander over her body.

  He cupped her breasts, plucking at her nipples before moving down to her hips and then between her legs to graze her sex lightly. Her breathing had become ragged, and he rubbed his straining rod against her bottom.

  “Can you feel how much I want you?”

  She didn’t answer, which caused him to slap her bottom. Her entire body jerked.

  “I asked you a question, slave.”

  Hesitantly she nodded.

  “You’d do good to remember who is master here. I will do as I please to your body, and you will do what I ask without question or complaint.”

  This time she gave a curt nod of acknowledgement.

  “I’m glad you understand.”

  Kyros moved to stand in front of her and leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tiny bud before he began to suckle. A smile pulled at his lips when his slave gave a small whimper. Good. He wanted her to crave him as much as he craved her.

  He kept his mouth at her breast while his finger ran back and forth over the other nipple, keeping it hard and straining. When her body began to shake, he moved his hand from her breast and lightly caressed the skin over her stomach. Her hips moved against him, seeking contact.

  Kyros smiled against her plump breast as his hand dipped between her legs and parted her woman’s lips. He groaned when he felt her moisture against his fingers. His rod pulsed with need, eager to seek the slave’s tight sheath.

  Yet he was more than surprised when he delved into her heat to find a barrier. It had never occurred to him that the slave might be untouched. The auctioneer had not known of it or her price would have tripled.

  “You’ve not been touched before,” he said as his fingers moved slowly in and out of her.

  She shook her head and whimpered when his fingers grazed her swollen pearl.

  “A gift I wasn’t expecting.”

  He said no more as he sat between her legs and used both hands to part her sex. He leaned up and ran his tongue along her swollen flesh before he circled her pearl and began to tease it mercilessly.

  Jarina’s body jerked as pleasure consumed her. She had waited a long time to have someone touch her as the man now did. And she was fortunate because he caressed her as though he knew what he was doing.

  Her breasts were full and her nipples hard. She hadn’t realized it would feel so…delicious to have someone suckle at her breasts. She enjoyed it immensely and couldn’t wait for the man’s mouth and hands to return.

  Yet they had moved between her legs, sinking into her core and causing waves of desire to drown out everything but the man, her master. With each thrust of his finger and swirl of his tongue against some hidden gem she hadn’t known she had, she found herself building toward something. It both terrified her and thrilled her.

  There was no stopping the feelings within herself, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to stop them.

  Her hips moved against the man’s mouth, and he slapped at her bottom. Jarina gasped against her gag. That was the third time he had struck her. No one had ever dared do such a thing. She didn’t like being at the mercy of this man’s will, tied, gagged, and blindfolded, not knowing where she was or who the man was.

  “Don’t move,” he growled as his mouth once again claimed that sweet spot on her sex that caused her legs to shake and an ache to start deep within her.

  The urge to move against him was great, but she had no desire to be struck again. Granted, he hadn’t hit her hard, but that wasn’t the point. She was a queen, and queens were never struck.

  All thoughts of her spankings were lost as the man added another finger inside her. The friction was intense, the pleasure enormous. When she felt his other hand move between her legs, she waited with baited breath for what he would do to her body next. When he dipped a finger into her to join his other hand, she moaned and sagged against her bonds. Her legs could no longer hold her.

  And just when she thought it was all she could take, he moved one hand from her sex to her bottom and pressed the finger against her opening. He kept the pressure firm but didn’t push forward.

  It sent Jarina over the edge.

  She screamed into her gag as her first climax claimed her. She rode wave after wave of pleasure as the man continued to work his fingers in and out of her.

  Slowly she again became aware of her surroundings, but it was difficult with the man’s fingers still inside her. She wanted to lie down, to remove the blindfold and see just who had brought her such magnificent pleasure.

  “Did you enjoy that?”

  She nodded, eager to experience more.

  “I want you. I want to bury my rod deep inside and pump in and out of you until we both scream our pleasure.”

  Then do it, Jarina wanted to bellow. Instead, she stood quietly, waiting to hear what he would say next.

  “But I won’t until your maidenhead has been broken.”

  With that, he removed his hands.

  Jarina instantly felt his loss and wanted to call him back to her. Desire still throbbed within her, and she didn’t want it to end yet.

  Suddenly she felt a presence lean close to her. The scent of sandalwood, sex, and man invaded her senses.

  “Until later,” he whispered before he kissed her neck just below her ear.

  3

  K yros had never wanted a woman as he wanted his slave. He didn’t know what it was about her that tempted him as no one else had. The urge to return to her and pleasure her again was great, but he couldn’t allow her to see just how strong his need for her was.

  “Done already?” Boreas asked as he met Kyros in the white corridor of Pereth Palace.

  Kyros rolled his eyes. “Not by far. The slave is untouched.”

  Boreas whistled as he fell in step with his king. “How did the auctioneer not know that?”

  “My bet is that whoever sold the woman wanted her gone quickly, not giving the auctioneer time to do a thorough exam of her.”

  “Well, it has ended up being your benefit, my brother.”

  Odd, but Kyros didn’t see it that way. It was the first time in his life he found he had a distaste for the slaves being sold. Pereth law stated that the people sold came freely, willingly to be auctioned, especially the sex slaves. It was known far and wide that the citizens of Pereth took excellent care of their slaves.

  “Didn’t you find it odd that she was gagged and blindfolded?” he asked Boreas.

  His friend shrugged as he ran a hand through his blond hair. “In truth, Kyros, I don’t go to the slave market that often. I’ve never had need of a sex slave, so I don’t know how it is they treat them.”

  “She was the only one gagged and blindfolded today.” He stopped walking and crossed his arms over his chest as he turned and faced Boreas. “I want you to set up a group of men and have them watch the market.”

  “Kyros,” Boreas said as he lowered his voice and stepped closer to him, “our laws are strict about the slaves. Not to mention, Dugu is in charge of the slave market. He isn’t someone you want as an enemy.”

  “Am I not the king? Do I not have more powers than some store owner who wants to have favor with me?”

  Boreas sighed and took a step back. “You know you do. That isn’t my point. Dugu has been in charge of the slave market since your father was king.”

  “Aye, and that just might be the problem. There is corruption there. I feel it in my gut.”

  “Then I will do your bidding,” Boreas said
with a bow of his head. He raised his gaze to Kyros and smiled. “So what will you do with your slave? Will you deflower her yourself?”

  “By the skies, nay,” Kyros said more harshly than he intended. He dropped his arms and blew out a breath. “I have no desire to have her first time with me be painful. I will bring in Seta and let her work her magic on the slave.”

  “Seta?” Boreas repeated. “You are taking great care with this slave.”

  Kyros grinned and slapped his friend on the back. “I paid a hefty price for her. I must make sure she is treated properly.”

  Boreas chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll treat her properly quite regularly. Nightly, as a matter of fact.”

  And Kyros was already looking forward to it.

  Jarina’s body still pulsed with need. She wanted the man to return and touch her again, but more than that, she wanted to touch him, explore him as he had done her. She yearned to feast her eyes upon his rod, to run her hands along its steely length before he entered her.

  But she feared he’d keep the gag and blindfold in place forever.

  The opening of a door alerted her that she was no longer alone. Had he returned already? She wanted to smile, but the gag stopped her. Footfalls, light and quick, told her it was a woman, not a man, who had entered the room.

  The soft scent of flowers reached her a moment before a gentle, warm hand cupped her breast.

  “I was told you were quite beautiful,” said a husky, unusual voice in Jarina’s ear. “They didn’t lie. Beauty such as yours is rare to find.”

  The hand that cupped her breast squeezed slightly before moving her fingers to Jarina’s nipple. Jarina’s breath hitched as a tide of desire washed over her. Then the hand moved to bury in Jarina’s thick hair.

  “This hair—it is glorious. The color, the length, the texture. Only nobles have hair such as this, and they usually pay handsomely to achieve it.”

  Jarina wanted to roll her eyes, for she did pay handsomely for the care of her hair.

  The woman moved behind Jarina and molded herself against her. “I’m going to have fun with you.” The woman chuckled as her hands moved down Jarina’s curves slowly. “Though I am a slave, I outrank you. Which means what I say goes.”

  Jarina’s mind raced at the woman’s words. Just what did they have in store for her? No sooner had that thought entered her mind than the blindfold came off.

  Bright light flooded the room. She blinked several times as her eyes grew accustomed and focused on the room. It was a large room decorated with pale yellows, white, gold, and vibrant purple. The combination was softened by the many and various plants.

  She looked down to see a white rug, handwoven and thick, which translated into costly. Her gaze swept the room again, this time noting the details such as the gold painting accenting the huge columns and doors. Whoever they were, the owners were rich.

  “If you promise not to scream, I will remove your gag.”

  Jarina jumped, having forgotten the woman. She hastily nodded, and the woman removed her gag. Jarina attempted several times to swallow, but her mouth was too dry.

  A woman with long, golden blond hair and vivid blue eyes stepped in front of her and held out a cup of water. “Try this.”

  Jarina drank deeply, with help from the woman, and sighed her pleasure when the cup was emptied.

  “I am Seta.” The name combined with the accent told Jarina the slave wasn’t from here.

  “My name is—”

  “It doesn’t matter,” Seta interrupted her. “The only name you have is Slave until your master names you.”

  Anger flared in Jarina, but she realized it just might be for the best. If she could convince her master she was no threat, he wouldn’t tie her, which would mean she could escape soon.

  “What kingdom am I in?”

  “Pereth.”

  Jarina blinked, unable to believe she was in the very city she had never hoped to see.

  Seta cocked her hands on her hips. A simple white gown was tied at her waist with a belt that accentuated her figure. A slow smile spread over her heart-shaped face. “Let’s begin.”

  Jarina wanted to ask exactly what they were going to start, but when Seta began to untie her, she kept her mouth closed. There would be time enough later for questions. When her arms were untied, she rubbed the feeling back into them while Seta removed the bonds from her feet.

  Seta then stood and took her hand to lead her to the giant bed. Jarina looked at the bed and then back at Seta.

  “Climb atop the towel. Make sure you lie on the towel at all times.”

  Jarina was more confused than ever, but she did as Seta asked. The huge windows next to the bed were open, and a soft breeze blew into the room and across her bare skin, puckering her nipples.

  Seta had moved to the foot of the bed. “Open your legs.”

  Jarina swallowed past the lump in her throat and spread her legs.

  “Wider.”

  She looked up at the ceiling as she spread her legs as wide as they would go and stared at the painting of an ancient battle.

  The rustle of fabric drew her attention, and she glanced down in time to see Seta push her gown off her shoulders. Jarina held her breath when Seta climbed onto the bed and sat between her legs. Seta then reached into a bowl Jarina hadn’t noticed and squeezed out a small towel before she began to wipe Jarina’s sex with soft, small strokes.

  Jarina sighed and let Seta clean her. Her eyes drifted closed as she relaxed fully for the first time since she had awoken in the slave market. She didn’t even flinch when she felt Seta open her woman’s lips, exposing her. It wasn’t until she heard the change in Seta’s breathing that she opened her eyes to see Seta staring at her.

  “Beautiful,” Seta whispered before she tossed aside the towel. Seta moved so she reclined back and bent her legs until her feet rested on the bed. Her legs fell open, exposing herself to Jarina. Seta was completely shaved.

  Jarina had never seen a woman’s sex before, and, curious as she was, she quickly rose for a closer look. She wanted to see just what made her knees weak when the man—her “master,” as Seta called him—touched her. Her gaze moved to Seta’s face to see the slave’s eyes nearly closed and her lips parted.

  “I prefer to be shaved, but your master was most adamant that I not shave you. He wants you just as you are.”

  Jarina’s gaze returned to Seta’s bare sex, her pink lips swollen and open.

  “Touch me,” Seta commanded. “My breasts. Fondle my breasts.”

  Jarina, having never touched another woman’s breasts, wasn’t sure what to do. Recalling the feel of both her master’s and Seta’s hands on her breasts, she cupped Seta’s small breast and gently massaged it. Seta sighed, and her eyes drifted shut.

  Curious as ever, Jarina used her other hand to pinch Seta’s nipple. The slave gasped, and her head feel back. Jarina then grew bolder and began to use both her hands on Seta’s breasts, squeezing, pinching, tweaking until Seta’s gasps turned to moans.

  “Use your mouth,” Seta said between moans.

  Jarina wasn’t given much choice as Seta pulled Jarina’s head down to her breast. The first taste of a woman’s nipple in her mouth was…different but not unpleasant. Jarina used her tongue to swirl around the tiny nub before she began to suckle as Master had done to her.

  Seta was quick to move her from one breast to another, where Jarina repeated her actions; all the while Seta was moving her hips against Jarina’s leg. The desire that had never fully died in Jarina sprung to life again.

  She pulled away from Seta’s breasts and looked at the slave. Seta’s breasts were flushed, her nipples hard, and her moans grew louder with each moment. She raised her head and looked at Jarina.

  “No one has made me feel this way. Not even them,” she said with a nod of her head.

  Jarina followed her nod and saw two men standing at the bed she hadn’t seen earlier. They watched eagerly but didn’t move. She quickly scanned the room an
d saw two more men guarding a doorway.

  “Have you ever touched a woman before?”

  Jarina shook her head. “I’ve not felt another’s touch before today.”

  Seta laughed. “It comes naturally to you. That is what your master saw in you. Passion. It will make your union with him most pleasing.”

  Just the thought of her master touching her brought a spasm of desire from her sex.

  “Look,” Seta said as she put a hand between her legs and dipped a finger inside herself. “I’m wet for you. No one has made me wet just from kissing my breasts.”

  Jarina looked down at Seta’s sex and felt her own grow wet. Where was the spot her master had touched that had buckled her knees? She wanted to know how he knew where to touch her and how to touch her.

  She ran her hands along Seta’s thighs until they reached her sex. Jarina’s fingers smoothed over the bare flesh before spreading Seta’s lips as Seta had done to Jarina. The sight of Seta’s sex swollen with desire made Jarina want to touch her. She ran a finger all along Seta’s sex until she encountered one spot that made Seta cry out.

  “You’ve found my nubbin,” she said softly. “It brings great pleasure when fondled correctly.”

  Curious, Jarina moved her finger back and forth over the nub, slow at first, but increasing the tempo until Seta cried out again. Jarina then moved down Seta’s sex and dipped a finger inside.

  She was hot and wet. Was this what she had felt like to her master? Hot and wet? She squeezed her legs together and felt a jolt of pleasure.

  “There was a place that he touched inside me,” Jarina said.

  Seta laughed. “Your pleasure point. I will show you where it is. First, put two more fingers inside me and move your hand in and out.”

  Jarina did as instructed and began to move her hand, it wasn’t long before Seta was moaning and gasping loudly. And then Jarina felt something. She rubbed her finger over a raised spot and Seta cried out again.

  “I see you found it yourself,” Seta panted.

  Jarina continued to stroke the spot as she watched pleasure play out over Seta’s face. Suddenly Seta screamed, and her body began to convulse around Jarina’s fingers. Jarina continued to move her hands as Seta’s orgasm washed over her.