When Seta quit moving, Jarina removed her hand and sat back to look at the slave.
Seta smiled at her. “I’ve never climaxed that way before. You have a very special touch.” She rose and pushed her long blond hair back from her face. “Now, lie back and center yourself on the towel.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to rid you of your maidenhead so your master can take you properly.”
4
J arina stared openmouthed at Seta. Surely the woman was wrong. Jarina might not know much about coupling, but she did know it was the man who breached the woman, not another woman.
Seta smiled again. “Soon you will be crying out your pleasure,” she said before she bent over and took a nipple in her mouth.
Jarina gasped at the sensation. Her hands dug into the covers as the desire grew. Movement caught her eye, and she spotted the two men on either side of the bed near her head.
“Boys,” Seta said as she sat back.
Jarina didn’t have time to blink before the men, now naked, climbed onto the bed on either side of her. Each one took a leg and brought it up to her chest, holding her immobile.
“Seta,” she whispered, fear of what they might do dampening her growing desire.
“Shhh,” Seta said as she lay down between Jarina’s legs and dipped a finger inside her. “So tight.”
Unable to fight the desire, Jarina sighed as Seta’s finger moved slowly in and out of her, going deeper with each thrust.
“Ah, there it is,” Seta said. “The barrier your master wants gone before tonight.”
Jarina barely heard her. Desire had her in its hold, and all she wanted was to feel pleasure wrap around her body and find her release. Dimly she felt something rub each of her legs and she looked down to see both men’s organs swollen and hard as they watched Seta between her legs.
Seta reached up and pulled gently at one of Jarina’s nipples, causing her to cry out first in pain and then in pleasure. Her hips moved of their own accord, and she heard Seta laugh just before Seta’s tongue touched her pearl.
Had the men not been holding her, Jarina would have jumped from the bed. A cry of pure pleasure tore from her throat. Seta’s tongue worked back and forth over her pearl while her fingers worked in and out of her sheath. Desire spiked, and Jarina felt herself quickly rise to the pinnacle.
Just when she was about to reach her climax, Seta pulled back.
“Not yet,” was all she said before her fingers began to trace her sex.
Jarina thrashed her head from side to side. She wanted her release. Her sex throbbed with need, but Seta didn’t seem to care as she ran her hands along Jarina’s bottom and then to her breasts.
Seta leaned over her and began to suckle on her already sensitive breasts. Jarina longed to rub her hips against her, but she was being held by the men and couldn’t move. Finally Seta lifted her face and gave her a wink before she lowered herself between Jarina’s legs once again.
This time when Seta slipped a finger inside her, Jarina felt something else as well. It was probably no thicker than a finger, but it felt wonderful to her. Seta was an expert and knew just how to move the device to bring about the most pleasure. Her thrusts grew faster, deeper as her tongue moved back and forth over Jarina’s pearl.
The climax came fast and hard when it hit. Jarina screamed as the pleasure consumed her, and that’s when she felt the slightest twinge of pain. She was slow to come down from the orgasm, and by the look in Seta’s eyes, she was ready for another of her own.
She kissed Jarina’s stomach. “Don’t move,” she said as she removed something from between Jarina’s legs and jumped off the bed. “Boys,” she called.
Instantly the men released Jarina and moved to Seta. Jarina watched in amazement as Seta kneeled on the bench at the foot of the bed and one man entered her with one thrust from the front. Seta’s head fell back as she gripped the man’s shoulders. He began to thrust slow and hard. All the while, the other man was smoothing something on his swollen rod. He moved behind Seta and rubbed the same oil in the cleft of her bottom opening.
Jarina’s mouth went dry as she realized what the man was about to do. When he positioned his rod at the opening of Seta’s bottom, the front man stopped moving. The back man pushed slowly inside Seta’s bottom, her moans of pleasure echoing around the room.
Once the back man was fully sheathed, both began to thrust in and out of Seta. Her moans soon turned to soft cries as the men’s tempos increased. Their hands moved over her breasts, giving more pleasure as they thrust hard and fast inside her. It wasn’t long before Seta gave a shout and her mouth opened on a silent scream as she climaxed. The man in front followed and slowly pulled out of her, but the man in back continued his thrusting, bending her over the bench until she was on her elbows.
He reached around and began to fondle her nubbin, which caused another rapid orgasm, her screams loud as she held on to the bench while he gripped her hips and thrust deep and long inside her; then the man climaxed.
Jarina’s sex clenched, seeking more fulfillment. After what she had just seen, she wanted to feel a man’s rod inside her, to feel his seed as he climaxed. She moved her hand toward her sex, only to have a someone stop her. She opened her eyes to find Seta beside her.
“No. It’s time to wash.”
Jarina didn’t understand until one of the men lifted her from the bed and she saw the towel spotted with her blood, her virgin’s blood. The man lowered her into a tub of steaming water. When he stood, his rod was even with her face. Though he was growing flaccid with each passing moment, she wanted to touch him, to know what brought him pleasure.
“My master will take me tonight?” she asked as Seta came to sit beside her. The slave was still naked, and one of her men ran his hands over Seta’s bottom, kissing her back and the swell of her hips.
Seta laughed and took the soap and began to lather Jarina. “Aye, he will take you tonight. Many times, I think.”
“How do I please him?”
Seta stopped washing Jarina and moved her big blue gaze to meet Jarina’s. “I could show you, but I’m not sure if I should.”
“Why?” Jarina was more confused than ever. Why wouldn’t Seta want to show her how to please her master? Shite, she hated that word. No one was master to her—at least no one before now.
“Your master likes your innocence. He may want to show you himself.”
Jarina nodded. “I understand. Could you at least tell me something he might like?”
Seta looked at her men and laughed. “Their organs rule them. Fondle him, suck him, lick him, and he’ll be pleasured beyond his wildest dreams. Right, boys?”
The men nodded, smiles on their dark, handsome faces.
Jarina sat back and enjoyed Seta’s steady, smooth strokes as her body was washed from head to toe.
5
K yros couldn’t get to his chamber fast enough. He had made sure he was occupied the rest of the day to give Seta enough time to breach his new slave’s maidenhead, but with each moment that passed, Kyros found himself wanting to go to her.
She was just a slave, or so he kept telling himself, but it didn’t stop him from thinking of her all afternoon. His mind wandered from the many ways he wanted to take her to wondering what color her eyes were and if she would scream again as her climax washed over her.
He’d had women in the past who had claimed his interest before, but it had never lasted longer than the first time he’d taken them. Somehow he knew it would be different with this slave.
As he approached the room in which he had decided to keep his slave, the door opened and Seta walked out with her two male companions. Seta had earned her place in his palace, and though she was a slave herself, she was master to the two men. They had been a gift from Kyros for her loyalty and service.
The smile on Seta’s face was wide as she approached him. “Sire,” she said as she stopped in front of him and bowed her blond head.
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nbsp; Kyros crossed his arms over his chest. “By the look of satisfaction on your face, I assume things went well.”
“Absolutely.” She raised her head and sighed. “She is…very passionate and curious, sire. I think you will be more than pleased.”
“And only you touched her?”
“Aye.”
Kyros let out a pent-up breath and dropped his arms. “Return to your quarters, Seta. I will reward you later.”
Once she and her two slaves passed him, Kyros stared at the set of double doors. It had been a long time since he had felt such lust for a woman. Even now, his rod ached. He gripped his swollen organ and shifted it in his tight pants.
He reached for the handle and silently opened the door. He looked at first one guard and then the other stationed by the exit. With a quick jerk of his head, they moved to stand outside. Kyros wanted his beauty all to himself.
His gaze searched the large, open chamber and found her standing near the double doors leading to the balcony. The doors were opened, and a breeze whipped around her, molding her long, thin gown to her curves and lifting her hair from her shoulders.
For a moment, all Kyros could do was stare at her. She stood regally with her back straight and shoulders back. Even her chin was tilted upward as if defying the gods that she was a slave. Her glorious auburn tresses hung down her back in soft waves, still slightly damp from her recent bath.
Slowly he walked until he was able to view her profile. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and her gaze drank in the sight of his city. Kyros was proud of Pereth. Despite the years of war with Hesione, his people still saw the good in life and walked around with smiles on their faces.
He leaned against one of the many pillars in the room and wondered what his new slave thought of Pereth. Was it as beautiful to her as it was to him, with the lush plant life and tall trees that swayed gently in the wind? Did she see the grand architecture of the buildings and homes, the intricate designs of their gods and goddesses on the buildings?
“What do you think?”
Her head swiveled to him, and he forgot to breathe. Her face was the epitome of beauty and grace, with her full lips, wide, expressive eyes, and high forehead. Yet it was the extraordinary amber color of her eyes that held him captive.
One auburn brow lifted regally. “A master cares what a slave thinks?”
Kyros chuckled. “I do.”
She glanced back out the open doors before she said, “It is beautiful.”
“You say that as though you’re surprised.”
“Because I am. I don’t know what I expected Pereth to look like, but it wasn’t this,” she said.
Pride welled inside him. “Pereth has many hidden gems.”
“Ravages of war haven’t reached your city.”
Kyros stiffened and pushed away from the column. “The war has touched everyone that lives in Pereth. Why does it concern you?”
She shrugged and dropped her arms. “It doesn’t. Word of the war between Pereth and Hesione has spread everywhere.”
With a sigh Kyros moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “Too many years war has ravaged both kingdoms.”
“Does your king not wish to end it?”
“Not wish…” Kyros could only stare at the slave blankly. “What kind of king do you think Kyros is?” he finally asked.
Suddenly she took a deep breath, and her lips relaxed into a smile. “I wouldn’t know. I take it you are my new master.”
Kyros shook his head in bewilderment. He had thought for sure the slave was aiming for an argument about the way he ruled Pereth and the war, and what he couldn’t understand was that he wanted to know her opinion. Instead, she had changed subjects to one he was most ready to delve into.
“Aye, I am your master. The only name you will know me by is Master. Do you know the rules of being a sex slave?”
She shook her head, her mass of auburn hair gliding delicately over the exposed skin of her arm.
“As with any slave, you do as you are instructed. You were purchased for one thing: my fulfillment. There will be other slaves who will come to see to your bath and dressing you, for I will want you dressed in certain ways. And you are never to leave this room unless I take you from it.”
Her amber eyes snapped fire. He knew she wanted to say something, but she held back.
“Seta began as a sex slave and worked her way up to be in charge of all slaves. You will obey her as you obey me. The guards stationed at the doors are here to ensure no one disturbs you.”
“And to make sure I don’t leave.”
He smiled at her. “Exactly.”
“May I ask a question?”
He nodded.
“Why did you purchase me? You are handsome enough and rich enough to get any number of women into your bed.”
He wasn’t sure why her statement of his handsomeness pleased him so, but it did. “I bought you because I am about to be married to a woman I’ve no wish to spend the rest of my life with. You are going to be my diversion, the one thing who keeps me from going insane.”
A small smile pulled at her plump lips. “How do you know your intended is so awful? Have you seen her? Spoken with her?”
“Nay. I know of her, which is enough.”
The slave began to slowly walked around the room. “Ah, so she is not kind or beautiful?”
The last thing Kyros wanted to speak of was Queen Jarina. He would wed her to end the war between their kingdoms so his people could have peace, but he knew better than to hope for some kind of happiness with her.
“Enough of my intended. Let’s speak more of you. Seta breached your maidenhead.”
“She did.” The slave glanced at him over her shoulder as she traced a long finger along a column.
Kyros sank onto the bed, hoping to ease some of the discomfort from his swollen rod. “Did she hurt you?”
The slave laughed, the sound like many bells tinkling in the breeze. “I barely felt anything, the pleasure was so great.”
He turned and lay on his stomach to watch her. She was the most graceful creature he had ever seen, and though he wanted to slake his lust with her, he was content to watch her for the moment.
“Had you never been with a woman before?”
She stopped and turned to face him. The material of her sleeveless gown was thin, and the rays of the setting sun allowed him to see her dark nipples and patch of hair between her legs. He had seen her naked, but the simple gown sashed at the waist gave him a rush of desire that would have brought him to his knees, had he been standing.
“I had never felt another hand pleasuring me before you, female or not.”
“Did you enjoy it?” He wasn’t sure why he was torturing himself so—maybe it was his curiosity, which he usually held in check.
Her eyes briefly lowered to the floor before she raised them again to meet his. There was no fear in her amber depths, only resignation for what she now was. “I did. Seta’s hands and mouth knew where to touch me. Just as yours did.”
“The two men with her—did they touch you?”
She moved closer to the bed and shook her head. “They only held my legs as Seta broke through my maidenhead. I watched as they both coupled with her at the same time. I never knew a woman could take a man from behind.”
“There are many ways to couple. You enjoyed watching them, didn’t you?”
She smiled slowly. “I never knew what it could do to me to watch others. Ever since I saw the men put their rods in Seta, I’ve eagerly awaited your return. I want to feel you inside me.”
Kyros growled as he got onto his knees on the bed. Seta was right: the slave was passionate. And eager.
“Come here,” he ordered. He heard the gruffness in his voice, but there was no stopping the pure lust that consumed him.
She walked to the bed and waited.
Kyros balled his hands into fists to keep them at his side. He didn’t want to touch her yet, for if he did, he’d take her right then, and she wa
sn’t ready for that.
“Take off your gown.”
Despite her words earlier, he noticed her hands shake as she untied her belt. The belt fell to the floor, and with just a twist of her shoulders, the gown pooled at her feet. His gaze moved from her feet, to her long, lean legs, to her flared hips and narrow waist, to her full breasts and then to her face. Her eyes had darkened with desire.
He held out his hand and waited for her to put her small hand in his. Her toned, sun-kissed skin glistened in the afternoon light as he gently pushed her down on the bed and held himself over her. His rod ached to be loosened from his pants, causing Kyros to rub his swollen organ against her sex.
Her gasp and then soft moan nearly did him in. He bent his head and pulled a nipple into his mouth to suckle greedily before twirling it around his tongue. Her hands gripped his tunic, and her hips rose to meet his, seeking fulfillment.
“Not yet,” he whispered as he moved from one breast to another.
Her nipples were sensitive, and he could tell the slightest pressure caused her great pleasure. He could stay and feast on her full breasts all day, but his need to feel her sheath surround him was too great to ignore much longer.
He again kissed her nipple and then placed small kisses and licks to the valley between her breasts down her stomach to her hips. As he neared her legs, she opened for him. A smile pulled at his lips as his tongue flicked over her pearl. She jerked and moaned as her hips lifted, seeking his mouth once more.
Kyros loved watching the look of pleasure pass over her face, so he bent down and let his tongue tease her pearl until her breath was coming in great gasps. He gripped her hips in a desperate attempt to get control of his own desire. When he once again was in control, he moved from the bed and began to take off his clothes.
The slave began to rise, but he stopped her with a hand. “I didn’t say, ‘Move.’”
“I want to touch you,” she said.
“Later. Right now, my desire is too high to allow that.”
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