Had she been this beautiful all along? In the hallway at Rawley? At the Giving Ceremony? At their seaside wedding? Perhaps, for he’d always been drawn to her, from the first moment he’d seen her two years ago—but somehow he couldn’t help
thinking her even more beautiful now. Her eyes held fire, blue flames.
She would like what he had planned for her this night. A few days ago, he’d enjoyed injecting fear into their relationship. Now, though, he enjoyed her pleasure, her eagerness to please him, and he knew instinctively that his hungry bride would relish learning this new task.
Had she done it to anyone else before? He didn’t think so. And he was trying very hard to start believing she’d never done anything with anyone else before. He still found it a challenging conclusion to draw, given how easy it would have been for her to lift her dress for a man’s hand or mouth at any time—just as she had for him, but he wanted to believe she was his alone, as she should be.
“I had the cook prepare a dessert for you today,” he told her.
She came to stand before him, noticing for the first time, it seemed, the one bowl on the tray behind him that remained untouched from their earlier fucking and feeding session. “What is it?”
“Chocolate.”
“Choc-lut?”
He grinned. “You’ve never had chocolate before, vixen?” In truth, he wasn’t surprised. It was a recent import this far north, brought by boats, at a great price, fromtropical regions far south. He’d discovered it while traveling to the islands beyond Floridan— an island empress had shared it with him, and despite the outrageous cost,
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he’d ordered a small supply of his own. He’d been saving it, although he hadn’t been certain why—and now he knew. He couldn’t think of a better way to initiate his vixen wife into one of man’s deepest pleasures.
She shook her head, and he reached to the table behind him and swept one finger through the dark, creamy mixture, then held it up to her mouth.
She stepped forward cautiously, then gave a soft, delicate lick to his finger. He was surprised when he shuddered from the small touch, but perhaps his training was having an effect on him, too—perhaps his bride wasn’t the only one in a state of
constant arousal.
She tasted, swallowed, then smiled. “Very sweet.”
He nodded. “A great delicacy.”
She boldly took his hand in hers, and proceeded to lick the rest of the dark chocolate from it, even taking his finger inside her mouth. His cock tensed even more and he held back a groan, thinking it wouldn’t be wise to let her know it took so littlethese days to excite him.
“May I have more…master?”
He smiled darkly up into her eyes. He didn’t know if she was addressing him fromthe heart or if she wanted the chocolate so badly she was pretending in order to get it,
but it didn’t matter much. Either way, he liked the sound of the word on her tongue.
“Yes, you may, vixen. Kneel between my legs.”
Pleased that she didn’t even flinch at the request, he parted the lacings of his pants
farther, pushing them down so that his whole length, along with his balls, was freed. He spread his legs and watched as she dropped to her knees before him while he shrugged from his leather vest. Then he reached for the bowl and carefully spooned the creamy chocolate over the length of his cock. “You may lick it off, Teesia.”
The dark-haired girl before him bit her berry-colored lip as she studied his rod. Even her eyes, planted there, kept him fully aroused.
He didn’t have to wait long, though, before she leaned in and boldly licked up the length of his cock where it lay rigid against his stomach, taking the chocolate onto her tongue and making him groan at the sight, not to mention the sensation.
Their eyes met as she made a show of thoroughly licking her upper lip—pleasure raged in her gaze.
“You like it,” he said.
“Very much.”
Chocolate or cock? Hopefully both.
He spooned more onto his length. “Have some more.”
This time, she didn’t hesitate, licking her way up his hard shaft, even using the tip of her tongue to rake the chocolate from the indention just under the head. He moaned and decided his eager bride was ready to go further. This time, he held his cock away
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from his stomach and spooned the creamy chocolate onto the head, then used the spoon to smear it downward on all sides. “Now suck it, vixen,” he whispered darkly.
Ralen watched as she studied his cock a moment more, then opened her mouth and leaned over him. Slowly, slowly, she went down, taking him inside, sucking away the chocolate as instructed. He let out a deep sigh as the pleasure radiated through him from the workings of her soft mouth. “That’s right, my little wanton. Suck all the chocolate away, just like that.” This quickly, she was eager and thorough—indeed, the chocolate had been a very good idea.
When finally she backed off, her gaze was purely sexual, and her lips, laced with remnants of the sweet treat, looked delightfully swollen from her task. On impulse, he leaned over and kissed her hard, tasting the chocolate, reveling in his bride’s sensuality.
The next time she took his chocolate-laden cock between her pretty lips, he watched her work, sucking at the dark, liquid delicacy, driving him wild with desire until he pushed, just slightly. She looked up at him, the first time she’d done so with his shaft buried in her mouth, and he nearly exploded into the soft recesses that caressed his hardness. He forgot the chocolate and cupped her face in his hands. “Take more of me, vixen.” Not a command, a request. He almost regretted the tenderness in his voice.
But below him, she closed her eyes and eased her mouth deeper onto him— impossibly deep, he thought, for an inexperienced girl. But that doesn’t mean she’s sucked another man’s cock before. He wasn’t sure why, but he just didn’t believe she had. In ways this intimate, she truly seemed innocent to him. No, he couldn’t help believing that her slow skill was the result of how deeply aroused she was, and how much she desired him, even how much she desired pleasing him.
“Yes, Teesia,” he whispered. She moved her mouth only a little now, she’d taken him so deep, and it was simply being there, having her hold him there, so immersed in her mouth, that spurred his excitement. “You are lovely, my naughty bride,” he breathed, his voice actually coming out shaky. “Lovely with your mouth stretched around me, lovely sucking me with those pretty, swollen lips.”
After what seemed a long while, she backed off, releasing him, then let out a harsh breath and closed her eyes. When she opened them, she smiled up at him and said, “Shall I do it some more?”
He returned a slow grin. “Oh yes, sweet wanton, suck my cock some more.”
She bit her lip coquettishly. “May I have more chocolate?”
This time, he actually laughed. “As much as you like.”
Reaching up, she generously slathered his cock with the dark creamy liquid, then vigorously went down. She sucked with great enthusiasm and even reached up to fondle his balls as she worked. He pumped softly into her accepting mouth, the sensations running through him as dark and sweet as the chocolate itself—and again, he nearly came when she lifted her blue gaze to him.
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When she seemed to have sucked her fill, he told her to clean him off especially well, getting every remnant of chocolate, so she used her tongue and lips to great advantage until he deemed his cock clean enough and stood, pulling her to feet as well.
“Walk to one corner of the bed for me,” he said, and as she went, he felt nearly drunk on her—the sway of her ass and fringy tail, the enthusiasm with his cock, it was almost too much for him to take.
But no, he could take it, would take it, because he wasn’t ready to come yet. Not even
close.
“Grab onto the post with both hands and a
rch your pretty round ass toward me.”
She did so, peeking enticingly over her shoulder at him, then wiggling her bottom just slightly. It nearly undid him. “Naughty little filly,” he purred in her ear as he approached from behind to warmly cup her breasts, rub his cock in her horse’s tail.
He reached one hand to pull back her long tresses so that he could kiss her slender, arching neck, then lowered his hands to her hips. “Do you still feel this in your ass?” he whispered, grabbing onto the leather tail to swish it back and forth.
“Ooooh…mmm, yes.” His vixen’s reply came breathy hot.
Using one hand to push the tail aside, he used the other to unhook her chain and position his cock at her pussy— already warm and wet on his swollen tip. One smooth, enveloping slide of his shaft and he was in her. She moaned the same deep pleasure that assaulted him and he couldn’t help asking, “And do you feel this in your cunt?” He thrust short and hard.
“Oh yes, master! Yes!”
Master again. It turned his loins all the warmer and made it impossible to keep from driving into her, hard, harder. She let out lovely little cries with each hot plunge, and his heated groans mingled with them.
“Say my name, my hungry little filly.”
“Ralen! Oh, Ralen!”
He pounded in to her with growing force, unable to control it.
“Oh Ares—yes! Ralen! Fuck me, Ralen! Fuck me!”
He recalled that she’d made that same demand on the night they’d met, and he’d
been unable to oblige her. Now, he wanted to be angry with her for issuing any demand, but instead, he only did as she asked—he fucked her, and fucked her, and fucked her.
She arched into him, meeting his strokes, her soft tail falling around where he entered her. “Such a naughty girl,” he found himself breathing in her ear as he moved in her warmth. “Such a naughty little vixen. I should give you a spanking.”
“Yes, you should,” she breathed without hesitation.
In rhythm with his next plunge into her wet depths, he brought the flat of his hand down on her creamy round ass. Her cry was deeper than usual, and he relished the raw
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delight of knowing he’d taught her to love a bit of pain with her pleasure, then slapped her bottom again, and again, as they fucked.
More of her, he needed more of her somehow. He longed to explode inside the warm, wicked little cave of her cunt, yet he desired some further connection. He wanted to touch her more, kiss her, find other ways to be close.
On impulse, he withdrew his cock and spun her to face him. She looked slightly alarmed at the sudden change, but he only said, “Come here, vixen,” as he backed toward the chair, her hands in his. As he sat down, he tugged at the chain between her breasts to pull her nearer. She cried out, but he had no regrets, knowing with confidence now that she loved those blessed bits of pain he could deliver. Nothing but heat and unadulterated longing shone on her face as she straddled him in the chair.
He didn’t want to go slowly now, so he gave a hard yank on the breast chain andthe rings popped free. She shrieked again, her expression filled with anguish, and he worried he’d really hurt her—until he bent to suckle her and she moaned and arched against his mouth in response.
Stopping to reach for the chocolate, he haphazardly smeared it across both her round breasts, then feverishly licked and sucked it from the lush mounds. Hands at herass, mouth at her chocolaty nipples, he pulled her down, smoothly sheathing his cock with her warm, slick pussy. They both moaned, and though they’d never fucked thisway before—he’d never deigned to let her be up on top of him in any way until this unplanned moment—she moved on him with instinctive, rhythmic moves, as ifperforming an erotic dance.
He suckled and she fucked, he licked and she writhed. When the chocolate was mostly gone, she raked her breasts against his chest and he kissed her shoulders, her neck. Need stampeded through him, the all-consuming lust taking over his entire being. He said, “Come, my dirty little wanton wife. Come for me. Now.”
The cry tore from her throat without warning and she rode him so hard—her head dropping back, eyes shut, breasts bouncing —that he couldn’t hold in his eruptionanother second. He exploded inside her, all the while envisioning his fluids drenching the inner walls of her cunt.
He hated thinking she was amazing, hated thinking she was everything he couldhave ever wanted in a wife. He hated giving her that power, even only in his mind.
But as he emptied his hot semen up inside her, it was a pleasure unsurpassed by anything he’d ever known. She’d become his perfect, willing sex slave. And indeed, shewas everything he’d ever dreamed a woman could be.
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The coming days were filled with more hot fucking for Teesia. Sometimes shepranced about the room for Ralen, swishing her tail this way and that. Sometimes heeven took the tail out for a while and tied her back to the table, tightly, just like that first
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night, arms and legs outstretched, and slowly moved one of the clay cocks in and out of her, watching carefully as it entered and exited her pussy, seeming as aroused by it as she was. Afterward, he would bend over the table, down between her thighs, and lick her until she climaxed.
Rather than fear him as she had at first, she now relished his arrivals, wondering what new treats and experiences he had in store. She didn’t even balk on the day he inserted yet a larger fringed cone in her ass—moreover, she’d ended up howling with pleasure when he’d bent her over the padded table to do it and commenced spanking her at the same time.
He still kept her loosely chained at night to sleep, and never once took her in thebed or deigned to sleep next to her. Yet, even so, she knew it was complete. She had surrendered—utterly, totally. He was her whole world.
She knew this was what he’d wanted, this total submission of body and soul. And she didn’t even mind, because she’d never known her devotion and dependence on someone could run so deep. She loved belonging to him. It was that simple.
“You’re ready for more, vixen,” he said one afternoon as she sat in his lap, naked but for her jeweled bracelets, free even of her nipple rings and pussy chain. He had just relieved her of them, pulling her down atop his thighs to feed her the midday meal.
But she was confused. More? “What more could there be?”
In reply, her dark husband flashed the most wicked smile she’d ever seen him
wear. “There are things I wish to do to you that I cannot accomplish alone.”
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Chapter Six
Teesia swallowed. “I…don’t understand.”
“There are things, Teesia, that I wish to watch be done to you.”
She knit her brows, wondering what he meant.
“Now, stand up,” he said, and she complied, waiting as he crossed the room to a cabinet next to the shelves and pegboard where he kept all his sexual toys. A moment later, he returned bearing a heaping handful of small gold disks—they resembled the ancient Before Times coins she’d seen on occasion, but shone smoother and shinier.
Lowering the pile to the table, Ralen separated some of them from the rest and Teesia realized they were not single disks, but bound together by cording so that one disk slightly overlapped another to make long strings of them. The lines of disks were connected to one another in various places, though, as if forming some sort of puzzle or maze. Ralen held up the stringed disks and told her to hold her arms out to him, then he slipped the corded gold over her arms and up onto her shoulders. Moving behind her, he fastened it all together somehow in back. In the front, the disks dipped from her shoulders down under her breasts, hugging them snuggly, lifting them higher.
Next, he took up the remaining disks, also strung to overlap one another, and soon had her stepping between the lines of gold until he was pulling them up to settle at her hips in a circle that went around her, much
like her pussy chain. Only no disks stretched directly through her cunt. Instead, dual strands of disks extended down on both sides of her slit before curving into the valley of her ass to connect to the line of disks spanning her lower back.
“What…are these?” she asked, looking at her husband.
“Gifts. Body jewelry. To draw attention to your breasts and pussy, make them even lovelier than they already are. They should also serve to make you feel pleasantly bound. Come,” he said, taking her hand and leading her to the viewing glass near the padded table. “Look at yourself.”
Teesia peered into the pieces of uneven glass in wonder. Added to the bejeweled bracelets she’d worn since their wedding, she couldn’t deny that she looked exquisitely sexual. She felt that way, too. “Thank you,” she said, turning to gaze up into her husband’s dark eyes.
“Now, return to your platform,” he said, taking both of her hands and motioning to the table. “Lie on your back.”
Today, he chained her somewhat tightly—not so much that her arms and legs suffered that stretched feeling that was sometimes oddly pleasurable, but enough that she could not move her hands or feet more than an inch or two in any direction.
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After visiting his shelves, Ralen returned with a small strip of black leather. Moving up to the end of the table where her wrists were chained, he pressed the soft leather over her eyes and said, “Lift your head, vixen.” When she did, he tied the leather in place, leaving her unable to see.
Well, this was new. And not wholly welcome.
Her stomach fluttered with nervousness and uncertainty.
It had been a long time since such feelings had assaulted her, as she’d grown totrust Ralen. Even in pain, he brought her pleasure, and anything she endured for him had held ultimate rewards, so all her fear had slowly dissipated over the days and nights of her confinement—until now.
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