When she had resumed her position, he jerked off the rest of his clothes and kneeled before the bed. He gripped her ankles and pulled her toward the end of the bed until her sex was inches from his face. He placed her feet on the bed and kissed the inside of each thigh before he turned to her sex.
She was swollen and slick with her own juices. Kyros’s rod jumped, eager to thrust inside her. Instead he pushed two fingers into her wetness. She moved her hips against him, seeking more pleasure.
“Don’t move.”
“I have to!” she cried.
“Move again and I’ll take a lash to your bottom.”
For a moment he thought she might argue, yet when he moved his fingers inside her, her hips were still. He watched her face and knew it was difficult for her to keep still.
With his thumb, he rubbed her pearl while his fingers continued to move inside her. Soft moans slipped past her parted lips as she fought to keep from moving. When Kyros could take it no more, he rose up and positioned his rod at her opening.
Her gaze was locked with his as she waited. He pushed past her opening and stopped. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her fingers dug into the blankets on the bed. It was all Kyros could do not to plunge inside her. Inch by slow inch, he entered her, and then he pulled out and rubbed the head of his rod on her pearl to tease her.
She was close to climaxing. He could see it in the way she moved. Once again he filled her, this time pressing deeper until he was fully seated. The feel of her hot, wet sheath nearly made him spill right then.
He lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Slowly at first, he began to move within her. He reached and pinched her nipples. She gave a soft cry right before her body stiffened; she began to clench around him as her orgasm hit.
Kyros gripped her hips and slammed in and out of her. As the last waves of her orgasm drained, he threw back his head as his own climax claimed him. When the last of his seed left his rod, he looked down to find his new slave staring up at him curiously.
He pulled out of her and then lowered her feet to the bed before he crawled on the bed. She reached up and pinched one of her nipples, and a moan tore from her throat.
Instantly Kyros was hard again. He couldn’t tear his gaze from her as she played with her breasts.
“Do all women’s breasts feel this way?” she panted.
Kyros swallowed. “I don’t know.” He leaned over and took a nipple in his mouth. He suckled hard and then softly, ran his teeth over the nipple and then laved it with his tongue. No matter what he did, she cried out her pleasure, writhing on the bed.
“I wanted to give you some time to adjust to your new occupation….”
“I cannot help what my body wants,” she moaned.
Just as she moved her hand toward her sex, Kyros stopped her. “You aren’t allowed to touch yourself without my permission.”
She whimpered but did as he commanded. “May I touch you now?”
Kyros lay back on the bed and wondered if Seta had given his new slave one of their potions that could make a couple last all night. His new slave was everything he had hoped for and more.
6
J arina couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to have Master’s rod inside her. Even if he was strict and wouldn’t allow her to move or to touch herself at times, what he did to her was too wonderful to stop.
She’d finally been granted permission to touch him. As she ran her hands over his tall, muscled body, she had to admit she was more than pleased. He was incredibly handsome, with his chiseled looks, thick muscles, and browned skin. Her gaze feasted on his masculine face. Thick, light brown hair fell to his shoulders in waves that made her want to run her fingers through them as his hooded black eyes watched her.
Her hands moved over his rigid stomach to his trim hips. His rod, not as full as before, but swelling with each breath, was near her hands. She reached for the organ and wrapped her hand gently around him. A gasp left her lips as he hardened instantly, straining in her hand.
His rod mesmerized her. How could something so hard feel so silky and hot at the same time? Her curiosity was great, and she let her hands wander up and down his thick length, cupping his balls in the process. She could have played with him the rest of the night, she was so enthralled.
She glanced at him before she leaned down to flick her tongue on the swollen head. His gasp and moan made her smile. Seta had been right: her master was easily pleased as long as she played with his rod. The next time she licked him, she tasted herself on him. While her tongue danced around his head, her hand moved up and down his shaft.
“Take me in your mouth,” Master said with a groan.
Jarina stopped for a brief instant before she took him in her mouth. His low moan of pleasure told her she had done something right. His rod bucked in her mouth as she took him deeper.
She enjoyed the taste of him but most especially the feel of him in her hands and mouth. He had brought her pleasure; now she wanted to give him the same in return. The more she moved her mouth and hand over him, the louder his moans became until he suddenly pulled out of her mouth.
In a blink he had her on her hands and knees in front of him, his rod pressing against her bottom. Jarina closed her eyes as his hands reached around and began to play with her nipples. She pushed back against him, eager to have him fill her once more. But instead he pinched her nipples more.
“Be still before I tie you again.”
Jarina wanted to cry, her need was so great. She couldn’t get enough of this man, whoever he was. With her body shaking, with a growing need that frightened her, she stilled and waited as her master ran his hands over her back, hips, and bottom. He ran the tip of his finger from the base of her neck down her spine to the crease that separated her bottom cheeks.
Jarina bit her tongue to keep from crying out as his finger came close to dipping inside her. She had never feared a man in her life, and she didn’t so much fear this man who claimed to master her so much as she feared she would disappoint him somehow. It was a new feeling for her, one she didn’t particularly like.
Her back arched, and a startled gasp was torn from her when he nipped her shoulder.
“I think I might have to tie you again,” he whispered in her ear, all the while rubbing his rod in the crease of her bottom.
“No,” she choked out. She wanted the freedom to run her hands over him, yet she couldn’t deny the thrill of being tied and having him pleasure her in ways that brought her to ecstasy and beyond.
He licked the spot he had nipped. “Then be still.”
“I cannot.”
“You will,” he ordered just heartbeats before he plunged his rod into her.
A cry tore from Jarina’s throat. Not one of pain but of pleasure. She tried her best to keep still, but her body had a mind of its own.
He pulled out of her and slapped her bottom. “I told you to keep still.”
Anger infused Jarina. “You ask the impossible,” she barked as she turned to watch him.
As soon as she saw the silken ties, she knew what he was about.
“Lie on your stomach,” he commanded.
A thrill of delight ran through Jarina as she rolled onto her stomach. She didn’t fight as he pulled first one leg and then the other and tied them to the thick wooden bed frame so she was spread for him. What she didn’t expect was for him to do the same to her hands. She almost said something but bit it back in time.
The knowing looking in his black eyes told her he knew exactly what she was feeling. Though she tried to tell her body not to respond, it didn’t listen. With the slightest touch from Master, she was on fire for him again.
“I’ve never known a woman as passionate as you. You surpass even Seta, who is known for her passion,” he said softly as he kissed her shoulders. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you.”
Jarina heard the surprise in his tone, as though he often grew tired of women. The thought of never having him fill her agai
n was disturbing. But he didn’t let her linger on such thoughts as his fingers once again found her sex and opened her lips to play with her aching pearl.
He had tied her so she had limited movement, keeping her as still as he wanted her. She wanted to lift her hips, to rock back against him, but she couldn’t. And he knew it.
His fingers teased her sex and her pearl, giving just enough to make her beg for more but not enough to satisfy. Jarina sucked in a breath as his hand cupped her sex and pushed against her slightly, at the same time, he pressed his rod against her bottom, his head grazing the slit between her cheeks.
“I will take you there soon,” he said. “But not today.”
Her breath came in great heaves as his rod pressed against her again. She gave a low moan when he grasped her pearl between two fingers and began to rub it between them. The friction nearly sent her over the edge, it felt so good. He stopped just short of her climaxing.
Jarina buried her face in the covers as tears of frustration blinded her. The more he touched her, the more she wanted him.
He didn’t allow her to suffer for long as he once again filled her. He braced his hands on either side of her face as he loomed over her and began to thrust, slowly at first. She was shocked at the difference his rod felt when entering from behind her. It touched spots that left her shaking and seeking more.
Suddenly he stopped and put a finger on her lips. “Lick it,” he said gruffly. His voice was thick with desire, which made heat flood her sex, knowing he was as aroused as she.
Jarina sucked his finger into her mouth much as she had done his rod. Her tongue swirled around his finger. She used her head to move up and down on his finger before he pulled it from her mouth.
She anxiously waited to see what he would do next. She didn’t have long to wait as he leaned back on his knees and put that same finger on her bottom hole. He began to move his rod within her again while he pushed through her tight hole with his finger. A feeling of fullness overcame her the deeper his finger went. She rotated her hips in answer to his finger moving back and forth.
One moment she was enjoying the pleasure, and the next an explosive orgasm ripped through her. She screamed as her body convulsed and he plunged deeper and faster into her. White lights burst around her as Jarina succumbed.
She felt him stiffen over her as he roared his own climax. A smile pulled at her lips when he fell to the side and put an arm over her.
Kyros woke in the middle of the night famished—but not for food. He rose quietly from the bed and quickly ran hot water in the bath. Once the bath was full, he padded softly to the bed and stared down at his slave.
Her mouth was parted slightly as she slumbered. Her beauty would forever be etched in his memory. For the first time since he’d bought her, he wished to know her name. It was the custom in Pereth to call new slaves Slave until they adapted to their lives. Then the master would rename them. Yet he didn’t want to rename his new slave nor call her Slave. He wanted to know her true name.
He had seen the fire in her eyes. She had never been a slave before. If he had to guess, he’d say she used to be of the upper class. But it was a crime to sell the upper class to slavery unless they put themselves up for auction. The few who had been put to auction by others were soon set free once it was discovered who they were. His slave had made no mention of this, and he wondered if she’d admit it if he asked.
Of course, if she did admit it, he’d have to set her free, and he simply refused to do that.
Shaking his head loose from such dour thoughts, Kyros rolled her over and scooped her in his arms. She opened her eyes and gave him a sleepy smile before laying her head on his shoulder. He had always been good to his slaves, but the trust this one put in him humbled him.
He stepped into the tub and lowered both of them into the hot water. She sighed softly as he moved her so she lay back against his chest. Water lapped at her full breasts, making her nipples harden.
To his surprise, Kyros felt himself harden as well. Not since he was a young lad had he had so much coupling in one day.
He didn’t stop her when she reached around and grasped him. A chuckle escaped him as he cupped both breasts. “I brought us here to wash, not to couple again.”
“Yet we both wish to couple again.”
“You’re sore.”
“I’m not complaining,” she said with a laugh as she turned to face him. She straddled him and laced her hands behind his head. “Did I need to ask your permission first?”
“Aye,” he said with a smile. “I’m a lenient master, though.”
“Really?”
He laughed and leaned up to kiss her neck. The urge to take her lips in a real kiss, not something done to slaves, startled him. The smile dropped from his face. “What is your name?”
She stilled. “Slave.”
“You’re real name. The name you were born with.”
“I lost that name the moment I was put up to auction. Besides, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
There was something in her tone that told him it was very important he not ask again. It wasn’t in his nature to give up on something, but he also knew if he gave his slave a little more time, she’d open up to him and trust him fully. With all her secrets.
“Tell me this, then. Did you put yourself up for auction?”
She lifted a cloth and began to lather it with the soap. “Does it matter?”
He watched her nonchalant attitude carefully. She was hiding something, but what? “It does.”
“It shouldn’t.” She began to wash his chest as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
“Who are you protecting?” His voice was more gruff than he intended, but the thought that some other man waited for her soured his stomach.
She raised her eyes coyly to his. “Just because I won’t give answers to my past doesn’t mean I’m protecting someone.”
“It most certainly does. We’ve laws.”
She laughed and began to wash his rod with slow, sure strokes. “Your laws cannot help me.”
He opened his mouth to ask her what she meant, but she cupped his sacs and massaged them. Kyros closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the tub. “I thought I’d be tired of you by now,” he confessed.
“Is that how you usually feel toward women?”
“Unfortunately, aye. Usually after coupling with them once, I no longer want them.”
“What does that say about me then?” she teased.
Kyros sighed as he opened his eyes to watch her. “I don’t know.”
If he didn’t know better, he’d say she’d bewitched him. He put his hands on either side of her face, stilling her hands, and looked deep into her amber eyes. “You aren’t from Pereth.”
“Nay.”
She wouldn’t know of Pereth’s laws that slaves weren’t kissed. He brought her face closer to his and ran his thumbs over her cheekbones. “You’re very beautiful.”
Her eyes lowered briefly as though she was embarrassed. “I am a slave. There is no need to try to flatter me.”
“I’m being honest. I’ve seen many beautiful women, but you outshine them all. How is it that some man didn’t snatch you up and claim you for his wife?”
“I guess it was my inability to take authority,” she said with a smile.
Kyros couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at his lips. She braced her hands on his chest and moved against him, her sex rubbing against his rod. Kyros sucked in a breath and watched as her eyes darkened.
He raised his head until their lips met. The first contact was like a jolt running through him. He heard her sigh just before she wound her arms around his neck, and Kyros knew he was lost.
A moan left his lips as he moved them gently over hers, coaxing them to open for him. As soon as they did, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. Desire swept through him like the ocean, drowning him in all that was his slave. Their bodies slid seductively against each other as he molded her to his chest and
turned over in the tub so he lay on top of her. The kiss became deeper, their breaths mixing, their tongues mating.
It was a kiss unlike anything Kyros had ever experienced. It rocked him all the way to his very soul, and just for an instant, he thought his slave’s soul had been laid bare as well. But just as quickly, she retreated.
Kyros broke the kiss and gazed down at her, determined now, more than ever, to discover who she really was.
“I need to feel you inside me,” she said softly, her face flushed in the moonlight.
Kyros didn’t need to be asked twice. He sat back and pulled her with him. Then he situated her over his rod, the tip of him at the entrance of her sex.
“This position allows the woman to have control. I’m giving you this,” he said as he wiped a strand of wet hair from her face.
With her hands braced on either side of the tub, she lowered herself on him until she was fully impaled. She smoothed his hair away from his face and leaned forward to kiss him.
“I know what it means for you to give this to me. Thank you.”
Unable to speak, Kyros nodded and watched as she began to rotate her hips, the water gently moving in the tub. It didn’t take her long to figure out just what kind of control she had as she experimented with different ways to move her hips. In return, Kyros reached up and tweaked her breasts, gently rolling her nipples between his fingers as she rode him.
His climax built quickly, too quickly. Afraid he would attain it before her, he reached between their bodies and stroked her pearl. Her movements became wilder as her desire built. Yet still she didn’t come.
Kyros was on the verge and refused to have an orgasm before his slave. He gripped her pearl between two fingers and began to rub it the same time he found her bottom hole and pushed past her tight barrier.
That’s all it took to send her over the edge. A scream tore from her throat as she clenched around him. Kyros gripped her hips and thrust once, twice inside her before he climaxed.
They each came down slowly, neither wanting to shatter what had transpired.
Yet fate had other plans.
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