Wonderland 4: King Of Clubs

by Cheyenne McCray

  Her orgasm slammed into her and she cried out. She could do nothing but ride out the waves as he spanked her harder, and continued thrusting the phallus in and out of her ass.

  Finally, when she was limp with exhaustion, he stopped. When he stepped into view his hands were empty and she knew he must have used his magic to get rid of the crystal cock.

  He crossed his arms across his massive chest. “You disappoint me, slave. You have earned a severe punishment.”

  Crap. “I am sorry, Your Majesty.”

  With a wave, Ty released her bonds. “Come.”

  Awai crawled down, off what she now considered a freaking torture device. Yes, she’d had an incredible orgasm, but by the look on his face, she knew she wasn’t going to like what he had in mind for her next.

  Hopefully it involved fucking her, and soon.

  He held out his palm and a circular length of golden rope appeared. “Hold out your hands.”

  Her pulse raced as she obeyed. Ty looped the rope around one of her wrists, then the other. When he was finished, her wrists were bound in front of her, so close that she couldn’t move them.

  “Follow me,” he commanded and turned on his heel.

  She followed, cool air brushing over her naked body. Her thighs were slick with her juices and tremors still rippled through her from her orgasm. When Ty reached the doors, he waited for her to follow.

  His gaze held challenge, as if daring her to argue over walking through his palace naked.

  She raised her head and he looked satisfied as she followed him through the doorway. The tiles were cool under her feet while she followed him through the palace. They passed only Kalina on the way, and all the sorceress did was give the King a quick bow of her head before continuing on. She appeared to be distracted.

  Which was fine by Awai.

  By the time they reached their bedchamber, Awai was ready to do anything to please him so that he would fuck her.

  Ty stopped before the round bed and faced her. “On your knees, slave.”

  With her hands still bound in front of her, Awai knelt in front of Ty. He flicked his fingers and his breeches and boots vanished, leaving only his beautiful naked body and that mouthwatering huge cock that she wanted inside her.

  “I am going to fuck your mouth,” he said in a growl. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her toward his erection.

  “Yes, Majesty.” Awai parted her lips and Ty slid his cock through them, his fist still clenched in her hair.

  Because her hands were still bound, she could do nothing but suck and flick her tongue along his length. She looked up at him and saw him watching as he thrust in and out of her mouth, pulling at her hair at the same time. Sweat gleamed on his chest and the club tattoo at his abs contracted as his eyes darkened.

  Ty’s cock stiffened and his thigh muscles clenched as he climaxed with a fierce growl. His fluid filled her mouth, sliding down her throat. He continued to pulsate and throb as he moved in and out a few times more, and then he pulled away.

  Awai licked his come from her lips as she sat on her haunches and looked up at him.

  “You will remain in your bedchamber until your punishment has been fulfilled,” he said in an imperious tone that made her heart sink. “You will not wear clothing and you will not pleasure yourself.”

  Awai’s bonds slackened, wide enough for her to use her hands, but she was still bound.

  “If you attempt to bring yourself to climax, the ropes will tighten,” he said. “If you behave, and do as you are instructed, I will come for you again.”

  Another wave of his hand and he was again clothed. “Do you understand why you are being punished, slave?”

  Awai was tempted to shout cherry blossoms, but she nodded instead. This wasn’t more than she could handle, was it?

  “Yes, Majesty,” she said. “I’m being punished for climaxing without your permission.”

  He nodded. “And the reason that is important?”

  Grinding her teeth, Awai reached for an answer and found one faster than she expected. “Because I have to trust that you’ll give me what I need, when I need it. That your pleasure will be mine.”

  Ty gave another quick nod. “Good. Servants will bring your food and prepare your bath. Use the time to think about whether or not you are willing to submit completely, to give over your pleasures and truly trust me. I offer only what you dream of, tigress. Believe that.”

  She was still kneeling on the floor when Ty strode past her and walked out the room, shutting the doors behind him.

  Slowly Awai got to her feet and walked to the bed, then threw herself face down on the mattress. The nipple rings taunted her and her pussy ached. No doubt Ty’s magical rope would keep her from taking care of matters for herself, but she needed to come again, so badly that she could just explode.

  But he was denying her.

  In order to fulfill her more completely…

  Yeah, yeah, yeah. She knew the damned drill. She’d run it enough times, on the dominating side.

  Was this what her subs felt? Helpless? Frustrated? Chagrined?

  Turned on beyond all reason or imagination?

  Damn.

  But he was right. Damn again. Damn one hundred times.

  If she trusted him, truly trusted him, she would find a way to deny herself until he thought the moment was right, until he would achieve the most pleasure. And therefore pleasure her all the more.

  “This is fucking complicated,” she moaned. Then she buried her face deep in the soft bedcover and screamed out all her pent up sexual frustration until she was too tired to scream any more.

  * * * * *

  During the day and a half that followed, Ty didn’t come for Awai, which frustrated her to no end. If she even thought about touching her pussy, her bonds would tighten and she had no range of movement for the next hour or so. Two female servants had brought her meals and had helped her with her bath. Neither would speak to her, and Awai gave up on attempting conversation with either of them.

  After a time, she started finding ways to distract herself from her own physical needs. She would feel the pleasure building, building—the wants, the needs—and then she would just slip to the side of them, somehow. Into subspace. Into her space. Into a place where she had full power over her body, and never needed to fear or feel suspicious of a man again.

  Today, the second morning, Awai sat upon the comfortable chaise lounge near the balcony doors. Sunshine spilled through the windows and warmed her naked body. She ached so badly for Ty that she did anything she could to keep her mind off of him. Which wasn’t easy. No matter what she did, her thoughts continued to stray back toward the man who she’d given herself up to as his sex slave.

  Would being Ty’s submissive truly allow her soul to be free as he thought it would?

  Admittedly, the times she could slip into that “other” emotional place made her feel strong, vibrant—powerful.

  But, free?

  More than once she’d considered shouting her safe word out the balcony doors, but she had chosen this role, and she was determined to see it through. At least until her nieces arrived.

  She held a leather-bound book close to her chest, pressing it tight against her nipples, the charms digging into her flesh. She had just finished the book and felt a strange sort of discomfort, like something was wrong, but she couldn’t quite place what it was.

  While she’d waited for her punishment to end, she’d been spending her time sitting on the bed or the chaise lounge, reading books that she took from the beautiful bookcase hugging one curved wall. The books were fascinating, all with leather covers, the pages made of thick parchment, and the words written by hand. She took care as she read them, certain there could be very few of them in existence if Tarok didn’t have printing presses.

  The book she had just finished, the one in her arms, was the last book in the room on the history of Tarok. Awai actually had enjoyed her time reading. She’d learned about the centuries ol
d Kingdom, including more recent times when the larger Kingdom of Tarok was divided into the lesser Kingdoms of Hearts, Spades, Diamonds, and Clubs.

  To her surprise, Awai had also discovered that the brothers had a younger sister named Mikaela. She had left Tarok to wed Balin, the King of Malachad, one of Tarok’s sworn enemies.

  When Awai had read about the women of Tarok and their inability to conceive, she understood the Kings better and their need to find mates outside their world. They needed Queens who would be immune to the mindspells of the Kingdom of Malachad.

  Apparently Mikaela, now the Queen of Malachad, was believed to be the force behind the mind attacks. King Balin was thought to be under the Queen’s mind-control. Unfortunately the history book Awai had just finished left off at the point where the Queen’s treachery had been discovered by the sorceress and her cards. Perhaps books on more recent times were kept elsewhere in the palace.

  While she read the history, Awai couldn’t help but sense there was something missing. And that there was something far darker and far more dangerous at play. She didn’t understand the feelings, but they were there, perched on the edge of her consciousness, just out of reach. She had an image of herself, flicking her whip into that dark abyss, striking and pulling back what she needed to see and understand.

  But her whip lay on her bedside table, unused for the last two days. Her bonds didn’t allow whip practice. If they had, she might have slept better, but even her dreams had been haunted. Awai hugged the book tighter to her chest as she recalled the most recent nightmare she’d had. She’d dreamed she was the white tiger trapped in darkness at the end of a very long and black tunnel. Awai had floundered and fought to break free, but the darkness was too strong, too great to overcome, and she could do nothing to get away from it. Desperately, she cast about for an ally, a means of saving herself—but she found only emptiness and the doubling of the evil that held her fast.

  Awai had woken before dawn, her skin coated in sweat.

  “It must be these books that are getting to me,” Awai murmured as she got up to put the book away. When she reached the bookcase, her bonds relaxed enough to allow her the movement necessary to place the history book back on the shelf. As soon as she finished, her bonds tightened again and she dropped them in front of her.

  “Okay, I’ve learned my lesson,” she muttered. “Now come and get me, Majesty.”

  The doors opened and Awai’s gaze shot to them, hoping it was Ty. She tried not to show her disappointment when she saw that it was the sorceress instead.

  Kalina smiled and gave a flick of her fingers. Awai’s bonds fell away.

  “You are free to roam the palace now,” the sorceress said with a small bow.

  “Thank god.” Awai massaged her wrists. The ropes had never been tight enough to hurt her, but it felt good to know that she was free now. She grabbed a robe out of the wardrobe and slipped it on, tying it snugly at her waist. “Can I go anywhere?”

  With a nod, Kalina said, “As long as you stay within the palace grounds.”

  Awai smiled and didn’t wait. Maybe if she found Ty, he’d jump her now, she thought as she headed out the double doors. And then her smile turned into a small frown. No, likely he had a lot more teasing and torture in mind for her before he actually took her the way she desperately wanted him to.

  Chapter Nine

  Ty stood in the sorceress’s chambers, his hands behind his back, his gaze focused on Kalina. Once she had given Awai permission to leave her bedchamber, the sorceress had met Ty in her own chambers.

  Kalina now stood before the glowing a’bin, the table she used to predict the future of Tarok. She pushed her long fall of black hair over her shoulder, her fire-ice eyes studying the cards upon the table. These cards she used to tell the futures of Tarok and its four Kingdoms, but on this day she had called him because the cards told a tale that she found both confusing and unnerving.

  While he waited for the sorceress to interpret the cards, he glanced toward the lone window that was shadowed by heavy drapes. Kalina preferred her chambers to have little light save for countless candles perched upon every surface in the room. The smells of burning tallow, herbs, and perfumes filled the chamber. Amidst the plethora of scents, his keen weretiger senses caught her honeysuckle perfume, a scent that used to incite him, used to cause him to lust after the beautiful sorceress.

  But now that he had found his mate, no one but Awai would ever do for him again. He had no desire to even look at any other woman. She was already ingrained in his heart and soul.

  The King returned his gaze to Kalina, but her brows were furrowed in concentration and perhaps frustration, too. Ty moved to the window, his steps heavy in the silence. He pulled back the drape and smiled when he saw Awai seated by the pond, feeding the large, colorful fish with pellets of food provided by the gamekeeper. She looked so beautiful there, her hair in a shimmer of dark silk over one shoulder, her black robes clinging to her lush figure. He had missed her more than he wanted to admit, and it had taken all he had not to go to her last night.

  “Majesty,” came Kalina’s musical voice, drawing him away from his view of Awai. He let the drapes fall back against the window with a soft swish as he turned to the sorceress.

  He stepped closer to the sorceress’s glowing a’bin. “What is it you read in the cards?”

  She frowned, her forehead creasing as she gave another glance to the three rows of nine cards. “I see that our Kingdom is in danger, but the cards are not telling me what that danger is.” Her fire-ice eyes grew distant. “A tiger has been held captive for many years and is still imprisoned by a dark force.”

  Kalina raised her gaze to meet Ty’s. “Perhaps your sister captured one of our people long ago and still lives to hold that weretiger captive.”

  He shook his head. “But I have seen the cliff where she met her doom. It would be impossible to survive such a fall.” Even though his sister had turned to evil, he couldn’t help but feel sorrow for the Mikaela he had grown up with and loved. “Her body must have been washed out to sea.”

  “You are probably right, Majesty.” Kalina’s lips pursed as she glanced again to the cards. “If that is the case, then we face a new threat.” She glanced back to Ty. “And this force is darker and far more evil than Mikaela.”

  Ty studied the sorceress for a moment then gave a slow nod. “I will send word to my brothers and reinforce our own borders.”

  Even though he wanted to go to his mate, the safety of his Kingdom and his people came first. He strode through the palace to the training yard where he knew his captain was working with new trainees. His mind worked over all the possibilities of the threat they faced. Could Mikaela have survived the fall? Surely her body would have been broken to bits by the jagged rocks below the cliff at Karn’s Diamond Hall.

  Despite the evil Mikaela had wrought upon all of Tarok, a part of Ty—that part who had loved his sister—felt hope that perhaps she did still live. Another part of him had hope that their Kingdoms could return to normal and their women could once again bear children. Sadly, the two hopes could not be reconciled.

  But if there were a way, if my sister yet lived and I could save her essence from the dark being she became, I would sacrifice almost everything to do just that. And I know Karn would do the same. Darronn is angrier, but no less loyal to Mikaela. Jarronn, though…I don’t know if Jarronn has it in him to forgive our sister’s many wrongs.

  Ty paused when he reached the training yard to watch his captain sword-fighting one of the newer recruits. The clang of metal upon metal rang through the air along with the curses and taunting of the captain as he jabbed at the trainee. The young man met each of the captain’s blows with the skill of long practice and Ty smiled.

  His thoughts turned back to Mikaela. If she had died, why then was the curse not broken? His brothers’ mates had all borne children, but no other women in the four Kingdoms had. Was it possible the mindspells had permanently damaged the minds of all of Ta
rok’s women, keeping them from conceiving?

  Can Mikaela still be alive, after all?

  After speaking with his captain at length, and ensuring the Kingdom would be well guarded, Ty sent messengers to his brothers with the sorceress’s news. He did not, however, share his suspicions about Mikaela. It was better that each brother formed his own thoughts, for together, they would likely cover all possibilities.

  When he was finished, he went in search of Awai. He shifted into a tiger and bounded toward the palace. He paused at the doors and scented the air. Yes, his mate had returned from outside.

  With his magic he shoved the doors open and loped through, and then they slammed shut behind him. His paws made no sound upon the marble tiles while he followed the scent of his woman’s musk to his private refuge, a hidden room he had never taken her to.

  He eased into the room, his muscles rippling beneath his black and white striped coat, his eyes focused on the beautiful woman before him. The chamber was filled with family treasures, personal belongings, many of which he had had since he was a cub.

  Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains highlighting Awai’s dark hair. She had her hand at her throat as she studied the oil paintings of his family that his mother painted before she passed away. He caught the scent of fresh air and Awai’s sweet perfume.

  She reached out and touched the nameplate at the bottom of his sister’s portrait. “Mikaela,” she whispered.

  Ty gave a low rumble and Awai startled.

  “Don’t scare me like that.” She moved her hand to her chest, her heart pounding like mad. It was still unnerving to suddenly see a tiger beside her. “Please, Majesty,” she added, not wanting to add to her list of punishments.

  It was such an amazing sight to see him shift from tiger to man. Before her eyes he transformed, rising up on his hind legs as fur turned into skin and leather clothing, fierce tiger features giving way to a masculine face and long white-blond hair. In just moments he was the powerful man who had brought her into this world.