Ralen spent much time at work, dealing with Laene and others on estate matters, and sometimes in the stables, tending to his beloved horses and meeting with the breeders to discuss plans for the future and care of the mares and colts.
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Teesia got into the habit of wandering out to the stables in the late afternoon, as thehottest part of the day waned, to find her husband and share a few kisses or fondles,and occasionally a horseback ride.
Only once did they venture far enough from the fortress that they could fuck on Charger’s back again, but it was just as intense and scintillating as it had been the first time.
Nights with Ralen, too, continued to be more than Teesia could have dreamed.
Sometimes he shackled her to the table, sometimes she wore her pussy chain and nipple
rings, sometimes her tail. Other times she wore nothing but the jeweled cuffs that never left her wrists and ankles and the two of them rolled on the bed beneath the massive
viewing glass above, Teesia shrieking and crying her pleasure as Ralen’s massive cock pummeled her.
Whenever she wished to excite Ralen, in the bedchamber or out, she need only whisper to him, “Fuck me, master,” to make his shaft go hard. No matter what he was busy with during those moments, he always found time to steal away to their chamber for a round of hot passion with his wife. And on one occasion, he pulled her into a tiny room within the confines of the stables, pushing her leather skirt up and fucking her from behind even as his stablehands labored just beyond the wooden door that hid
them from view.
One evening as she and Ralen walked on the beach, hand in hand, at sunset, he toldher that Shaena and Laene had become betrothed and that he planned to throw a grandwedding feast for his two dearest friends. Teesia was delighted at the news, but said, “Ihad no idea they were…well, I supposed I thought when they fucked in our chamber that it had been merely a bit of hot fun at your bidding.”
Her husband gave a wicked grin at the memory, then stopped walking and wrapped around her from behind as they faced the ocean, the eastern horizon fadingfrom purple to midnight blue. “The two have always been playfully affectionate, so I knew neither would mind indulging with us, yet Laene tells me something happened between them that night—that somehow what they shared with us made them realize they craved each other for life and wished to be bound in marriage.”
The thought warmed Teesia’s heart, even as her husband’s cock grew stiff against the crack of her ass. “Just as I wish to be bound to you, Ralen,” she said in a sexy purr.
“Mmm, vixen, I think I shall take you back to the fortress now, chain you to the table, and fuck you senseless,” he whispered hotly in her ear as he slipped one handinside the leather vest she wore, cupping her breast and stroking his thumb over her taut nipple. She shivered with delight. “Or would you prefer being my filly tonight? You could wear your tail and sit in my lap and ride my cock to ecstasy.”
She couldn’t resist thrusting her ass slightly toward his wonderfully firm shaft even now. “Remember, if I’m the filly,” she teased, “you’re supposed to take me for a ride.”
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He chuckled behind her, twirling her nipple between forefinger and thumb, butthen his voice took on the slightly authoritative tone she’d come to cherish. “Perhaps, my little wanton, but let us not forget who is the master here.”
“Perhaps I’ve been impertinent,” she suggested playfully, rubbing her ass against him more intently. “Perhaps I should be punished.”
Behind her, he released a low growl. “Mmm, as I was saying, perhaps I shall haveto take you back to the bedchamber and bend you to my will.”
She nearly purred her answer, succumbing to the naughty heat of it all. “Yes, master.”
“Perhaps I shall make you suck my cock.”
Her pussy spasmed and she licked her lips, wanting him in her mouth already. “Oh, yes, master. You should make me do that.”
“Perhaps we shall break out the riding crop, hmm? It’s been a while since we’ve played with that particular toy.”
“Indeed it has. Certainly it would keep me in my place, don’t you think?”
She smiled coquettishly over her shoulder to find him wearing the wicked grin she loved. “Come, my little slave. I’ve just grown very anxious to have my way with you.”
* * * * *
That night, they indulged in all the forbidden pleasures that had brought them so close, and Teesia savored every second.
First, Ralen chained her to the table, giving her just enough length so that she could rise to her hands and knees when he demanded it. He inserted her tail into her hungry
ass, then his cock into her equally eager cunt. He fucked her with brutal strokes that she felt all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes, made even more intense when he snapped the riding crop against her ass, thigh, hip.
“Let me suck your cock, master!” she demanded at one point, wild with a frantic desire that rushed through her uncontrolled—she wanted her man in every way possible and her mouth was as hungry for him as her pussy.
He struck her with the crop for issuing the command, the hot sting reverberating through her cunt, upward through her breasts, down through her ass and thighs. “Oh yes, punish me, master,” she breathed, “for I’ve been very bad.”
Soon, though, he unchained her from the table, and instructed her to prance around the room for him, being his little filly. She happily made a grand show of it, swaying her ass, jiggling her breasts, stopping to caress them while he watched.
She lustily kept her gaze on his cock, which jutted prominently from the nest of hair between his legs as he sat watching. He stroked it—the act becoming punishment in itself because she wanted to stroke it.
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Clearly seeing her eye his rod, he cast a devilish look. “Do you wish to suck it,
wanton?”
She started to say yes, to plead with him to let her— but then a better idea struck her. She attempted to look playfully demure as she softly replied, “No. No, I do not. You would have to…force me. It would be a horrible but fitting punishment for such a bad girl as I.”
A slow, sure grin spread across her husband’s face—he clearly liked her way of extending the game. But then his smile faded, his expression going stern, his eyesthrillingly dark. “Then force you I shall. On your knees, my dirty little wanton— now!”
Trying to look frightened, she obeyed, dropping down before him. She could barely wait to take his beautiful shaft between her lips, but she had to wait, until he made her do it.
She raised her gaze from his rod to his face, met his eyes. She might want to look demure, might wish to appear frightened, but in that moment, she knew the same heat swam in her gaze as in his—and it was a connection nearly as intense as sex itself. His hands wound in her hair, his grip tight, as he said, “Do it, vixen. Suck me,” and pushed her head down.
She took him deep, his enormous cock gloriously filling her mouth, and he held her head, moving her lips up and down on him, and she cherished the sensation of his taking control, even of this. She wanted to suck him into oblivion, but she also loved hispower—loved it to a fault, she thought.
And yet, was it a fault if she wasn’t sorry for what she’d become? She was both sex slave and true lover to him, and she wouldn’t have changed a thing.
“Yes, suck me, Teesia,” he purred. “You suck me so good.”
His hands stayed in her hair, but over time, his grip lessened, and the movements became her own. When she looked up, his dark gaze had turned softer, more wanting.
Odd, she thought, the slow switch in control, the gradual surrender he perhapsdidn’t even realize he’d made.
“I want to ride you now,” she told him after releasing his wet shaft from her mouth, “just as you wished earlier.”
His smile was warm, lusty. “Yes—my
filly riding me.”
Without hesitation, she climbed into his lap, straddling him, and sank onto his enormous cock with ease. They both moaned at the union, and as she moved on him in sensual circles that stimulated her clit with perfect precision, he suckled her breasts, caressed every inch of her he could reach—and soon they came together, collapsing in one another’s arms.
Control, she thought. So much of our sex is about control. Being the master. Authority. And also surrender. It was all a decadent delight she wanted to bask in forever.
Before she drifted off into a deeply satiated sleep in Ralen’s strong arms, she staredup in the dim lighting at their reflections in the viewing glass.
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I want him to know more of what I feel. I want him to understand…
The purity of surrender.
Of submitting.
Of being within someone’s power.
And I want to know more of that power. I want us both to know it all.
* * * * *
Over the coming days, Teesia couldn’t break free of the desire to take their master-and-slave games even further, to explore the roles even more deeply. There were moments when she could barely comprehend the intensity of the pleasure that being his slave brought her, and she simply knew there had to be even more. She yearned for Ralen to know that same pleasure—she yearned to trade their roles, just for one night.
One afternoon as she sat in the bathing tub, she shared her wish with Shaena as the pretty maid ran a soapy sponge down the length of Teesia’s thigh. Shaena frowned,instantly skeptical. “I don’t think Ralen is made to be anyone’s slave, Teesia—even yours.”
Teesia sulked at her friend as the sponge swept over her uplifted calf and then ticklishly onto her toes. “Perhaps there are sides to him he doesn’t know about. I want to find out.”
Shaena still shook her head doubtfully—but soon enough, she agreed to help Teesia concoct a plan. “I am your maid, after all,” she said on a sigh. “I suppose I must do as you wish.”
Teesia responded with a smile. “Thank you,” she replied, reaching to squeeze
Shaena’s hand.
“I just hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Don’t worry—I do. And my pussy is throbbing just thinking about it.”
Shaena let out a light laugh. “To tell you the truth, mine is, too.” Yet then her grin faded. “But I’m still unsure about this, Teesia. The notion might excite you and me, but that doesn’t mean it will excite Ralen.”
“Trust me, Shaena,” she said as she rose to her feet, water sluicing from her curves before she stepped into the drying cloth the other woman held out for her. “He will love it. He will love it more than he could ever imagine—just as I’ve loved submitting to him more than I could have known before it happened.”
He’d loved everything else she’d done, hadn’t he? And he seemed to love her sexually adventurous spirit, particularly enjoying when she turned the tables on him just slightly, teasing him or initiating new little twists in one of their sensual games lately.
He would love this, too—she knew it. And he would love her, more than ever, by the time it was done.
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That night, Teesia put her plan into action with Shaena’s reluctant help. At dinner in the great hall, Shaena served Ralen’s wine laced with a special herb that would cause him to fall into a deep sleep only to awaken a short while later, refreshed. Once hedrifted into slumber, Teesia would have an hour to prepare.
“Let us adjourn to our chamber, Ralen,” she suggested quietly, squeezing his thigh beneath the table.
He smiled down at her, looking hungry despite the meal they’d just consumed. But
even so, he reminded her, “We have guests, vixen.”
For on this night of all nights, he’d invited guests to dinner without having mentioned it to her—some of the artisans from the village. He wished to commission agreat mural on one wall of the very hall in which they gathered, and he’d invited themto hear their thoughts on the project.
Yet now that Ralen had drunk his wine, Teesia knew time was of the essence, so she said what she knew she must. She leaned up close to his ear and imparted in the softest whisper, “Fuck me, master.”
His expression took on the dark quality she loved, and within a few minutes, he’d made his excuses to the artisans, telling the group of men he would consider their suggestions and invite them back soon for further discussion.
Once in their chamber, they hurriedly stripped off each other’s clothing and reclined on the bed, starting to kiss and touch, when Ralen stopped to lay his head back. “Ares, I feel…odd.”
“Odd?” Suddenly, a horrible guilt struck her—had she actually stooped to drugging her husband? But it will be worth it, for both of us, she promised herself. She had to show him the other side of pleasure.
“Strangely…tired,” he said with a sigh. “I…don’t know why.”
“Perhaps you’ve been working too hard lately.”
He managed a drowsy chuckle. “Perhaps you have worked me too hard lately. We fuck like animals, you know.”
She smiled warmly. “Yes. So…maybe I should give you the night to rest.”
He never answered, for that quickly he fell asleep.
“You will love this,” she whispered, stroking a gentle hand through his hair. “You will thank me later, Ralen. I know you will.”
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Chapter Nine
When Ralen awoke, he thought he must be dreaming.
He lay stretched across the bed, his wrists and ankles bound to the four bedposts with long strips of silk. Teesia stood at the foot of the bed wearing a tight, black leather vest cut to reveal her sumptuous breasts, their tips dark and erect, and—other than herjeweled bracelets and ankle cuffs—nothing else at all. She wielded the riding crop in one hand and her eyes looked…feral. Wild. Filled with something new he’d never seen in them before.
“What in Ares’ name…” he began, at a loss, and started to rise toward her, only to be halted in place by the ties he’d already forgotten.
“Tonight,” she said sharply, slapping the end of the riding crop down into her palm, “I am the master. Or, I suppose, the mistress. And you are the slave.”
As understanding began to seep through him, his chest tightened with the anger beginning to seethe inside him. He spoke very clearly, enunciating each word. “You do not want to do this, Teesia. Do you hear me?”
She looked unfazed as she drew the tip of the crop sensually across the upper curve
of one breast and down between. “Oh, but I do, Ralen.”
“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he said in warning, pulling again at the infuriating ties. What was she thinking? How could she do this to him?
She stepped forward, to the very edge of the bed, and ran the fringed end of the crop gently from his ankle up his inner thigh, stopping just below his balls. An involuntary shudder snaked through him. “I know exactly what I’m doing, my husband. I’m going to make you submit to me. I’m going to show you the joys of being my slave.”
“Damnation, Teesia,” he snapped, “untie me this instant!”
“Or what?” She dragged the tip of the crop up his other thigh, the tingling sensation darting into his cock, turning it visibly hard.
“Or I will make you very sorry, my wanton, I promise you that.” His whole body— no longer just his chest—had begun to clench and tighten now in an odd mixture of arousal and rage.
She granted him a pure vixen’s smile. “Is that so?”
“Do you hear me, woman? This is no game I’m interested in playing. When I told you there could be only one master, I was deadly serious and you’d best understand that. I am no one’s slave, nor will I ever be —even for a night. So you’d best untie me right now before I grow any angrier.” He pulled at the sashes again—Ares, bu
t she’d tied them tightly!
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Without warning, she slapped the crop against his thigh, making him flinch at thesting as he let out a low sound of pain.
“Stop it, Teesia,” he commanded. “Let me up from this bed.”
“You are most ill-behaved,” she said, swatting him again, this time at his hip. He let out a grunt of discomfort as the sensation moved through him, making him go even more tense with anger while it tightened his cock.
Fury boiled in his chest. “ You are the ill-behaved one, wanton. And trust me, you will pay for this—and I don’t mean with any sort of pleasure game. Do you understandme? Do you ?”
He glared at her, but she only kept her confident, lusty expression in place.
Ares above—what had gotten into her? What made her think she could do this? Make him her slave? Never. “Clearly, you have turned into the evil, wanton whore I thought you in the beginning.” He wasn’t sure he actually believed that—wasn’t sure what he believed right now—but he wanted to hurt her, as she was hurting him.
Yet even this, it seemed, did not wound her. “I am no one’s whore but yours,” she said, her voice filled with pride. Then she struck him again, soundly on the hip, dangerously close to his cock, and the reverberations from it echoed through him, turning him regretfully harder for her. He moaned—then growled his frustration, onceagain pulling helplessly at the cords that held him down.
He watched, powerless, as she climbed up onto the bed, between his spread legs, rising to her knees. Her beautifully bare cunt gaped slightly, her clit and pink foldsswelling from the slit, moist and glistening. She licked her luscious upper lip, then aroused him against his will even more by raking the length of the riding crop through her pussy with a sensual sigh.
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