“Sit here.” Kalina pointed to a crystal bench close to one of the windows.
Awai slipped onto the bench and felt its coolness beneath her bare ass. Kalina wore a clinging black robe while Awai was naked.
She wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed. Quite the opposite. She found she liked the excitement of being naked when others were clothed—much like how her subs had enjoyed being naked when she was fully dressed.
First thing, Kalina picked up the club nipple charms. To Awai’s surprise, the sorceress rolled each of Awai’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger to harden them before sliding the charms onto the taut nubs.
Awai swallowed. Kalina’s touch was sensual, but she did nothing more than make sure the loops were snug and wouldn’t slide off.
Kalina retrieved a crystal-handled brush from the same table Awai had used to set the charms on last night. The sorceress moved behind Awai, and began brushing her hair with slow methodical strokes. In no time at all, her hair was dry, like magic. She shivered, her excitement mounting from being “prepared” to go to Ty.
“You are a beautiful woman,” Kalina said as she came around and stood before Awai. The sorceress’s nipples were erect through her silky black robe and Awai wondered if Kalina wore nipple rings, too. “The king is right—your eyes are as blue as the leaves of a ch’tok.”
Awai gestured to one of the feathery blue-leaved trees outside the window. “Is that a ch’tok?”
“Yes, Milady.” Kalina reached for a clear pot filled with a red creamy mixture. “The tree has magical properties.”
Before Awai had a chance to ask the sorceress about the magic of the tree and other magic she’d seen, Kalina was dabbing the crimson substance from the jar on Awai’s lips. It felt like lipstick and smelled of cherries.
Kalina smoothed a bit of the red stuff on each of Awai’s cheeks, and Awai was afraid she was going to look like a total slut wearing too much makeup. “Do you have a mirror around here?” she asked as Kalina stepped back to look at her handiwork.
“When I’m finished.” Kalina dipped a finger into the pot and surprised Awai by dabbing the mixture onto one of her nipples, around the charm, and covering the areola.
“I’m going to look like a tart,” Awai said as her gaze shot from her nipple to the sorceress.
Kalina grinned. “Strawberry or cherry?”
Awai had to laugh. “Today, definitely cherry.”
The sorceress instructed Awai to close her eyes, and then applied shadow to her lids and lashes. As she applied the makeup, Kalina explained how Awai was to greet King Ty and how she should stand as she waited for him to acknowledge her.
When she was finished with the makeup, Kalina placed a mirror in Awai’s hands. “You may open your eyes now, Milady.”
Mirror, mirror on the wall…
Awai held her breath, afraid she was going to see a cheap tramp looking back at her. What she saw in the crystal-framed oval mirror would have put any Hollywood makeup artist to shame. Her makeup was perfectly applied, subtle, yet artful. Her eyes appeared larger and bluer, her mouth full and lush, her cheekbones prominent, and her nipples—well, they looked hot and she knew that Ty was going to love them.
Next came the clothing, and Awai’s excitement level mounted. The top portion of her outfit was simply a three-inch white leather strap that wrapped around her breasts and fastened in the back. It barely hid her rouged nipples and her nipple charms.
The white leather skirt was so tiny that it hugged her hips well below her star charm at her belly button, and went only to the top of her thighs, barely covering her waxed mound. Next Kalina handed Awai a pair of thigh-high boots that would have done any Dominatrix proud. They were made of the supplest, softest white leather, and reached about mid-thigh.
When she stood in front of a full-length mirror in the bedroom, Awai figured she looked so hot that she’d do herself if she were a man. Or hell, a woman even. Her dark hair flowed around her shoulders, her complexion creamy and beautiful, her makeup perfect.
I look like another woman, in another world.
Behind Awai the sorceress smiled at their reflections and said, “Yes, the cards have chosen well.”
CHAPTER NINE
TY PACED THE FLOOR LIKE A CAGED TIGER as he waited in the dining chamber for his woman. He had no doubt she would choose to be his mate as well as his submissive.
His boots thunked against the marble floor as he walked the length of the majestic dining table and back again. Beneath the white linen cloth was a table made of the finest crystal, with ten carved chairs from the same precious substance with white cushions. A swirling red vase graced the center of the table, and cherry blossoms spilled over its edges and onto the white tablecloth.
He paused in his pacing, stood with his feet square with his shoulders, hands behind his back, and stared out the window and down at his village. When he had taken Awai to the village for the first time, he was certain his subjects had been as taken with her as he was.
From behind him came Awai’s smooth as velvet voice. “Your Majesty.”
Ty hesitated only a moment, the fraction of time a ruler used to show he was in control. When he turned and saw Awai, he almost lost every bit of that control.
As in he nearly climaxed in his breeches.
Her lips curled into a seductive smile, her chin high, her stance wide, and she held her hands behind her back as Kalina had surely instructed her. Awai’s eyes sparkled in a way that told him she knew what she was doing to him at this very moment.
Ty ordered his erection to stand down, and he gritted his teeth when it refused to cooperate. His leather breeches were far too tight and little blood was making its way to his brain. So instead he focused on controlling his woman.
“Sit to my right,” he ordered, gesturing to the seat beside his own at the head of the massive dining table.
“Yes, Majesty.” She lowered her gaze, a hint of a smile still curving her luscious lips.
Cool air brushed his naked chest as he pulled the high-backed chair out for her before seating himself. In moments servants and chefs appeared, placing platters of roasted fowl, baked bread, vegetables, fruits, and pastries before Ty and Awai.
Once their plates were filled by one of the servants, Ty inclined his head to Awai. “You may eat now.”
“Thank you, Majesty.” Awai speared a piece of meat with her fork.
Ty took that moment to place his hand on her knee and eased it upward, along the inside of her thigh. Awai froze in mid-motion, her eyes wide, as he moved up further, even closer to her mound.
“Go ahead, my sweet.” Ty leaned close and spoke into her ear. “Eat.”
Awai tensed as Ty’s hand settled higher on her thigh.
“Eat,” he commanded again.
She brought the fork to her mouth and chewed on the tender fowl before concentrating on the unusual food items on her plate. His hand remained close to her bare mound, and she had a hard time focusing on the meal or the conversation.
She managed to grasp onto a thread when he said, “Messengers informed me that my brothers and your nieces will leave their kingdoms soon.”
Warmth filled her heart and she stopped eating. “When will they get here?”
“In truth, I do not know when any of them will arrive.” He shook his head. “It depends on what day they are able to leave, and the journey to this part of Tarok is long.”
“I am having a hard time waiting.” She sighed. “Guess they can’t all jump onto a plane and arrive within a couple of hours.”
He cocked his head. “Plane?”
Amusement at the thought of Ty climbing onto a United Airlines flight caused her to smile. “It’s a method of travel in our world. We fly.”
He frowned. “You have no magic in your world.”
“We have technology. It’s so hard to explain.” She raised her fork. “It must have been some time since anyone from your world visited ours.”
“That is true.” He gave a s
low nod. “At least two hundred of your Earth years.”
“Wow. That’s a long—” The last word strangled in her throat as he slipped his finger into her folds.
“Eat.” He nodded to her plate, which still held a considerable amount of food.
With Ty’s hand teasing her folds, Awai’s desire for him increased by the second. She forgot everything but the sensation of his callused finger stroking her folds and clit.
By the time they finished their meal, she was so ready for him that she wanted to jump the man.
When she set down her fork and looked at him, Ty said, “The dungeon awaits. Follow me.” He pushed his chair back and strode out of the dining chamber.
Awai’s belly flip-flopped as she wondered what he had in store for her. I’ve been in countless dungeons, she reminded herself as she slipped out of her chair to follow him. This one can’t be any different. She wondered what punishments he had in mind.
Ty walked ahead of her, the muscles of his naked back flexing with every powerful movement he made. His long blond hair flowed well past his shoulders, and the black leather pants molded his tight ass. She couldn’t wait to get him out of them.
It didn’t bother Awai to walk behind Ty in a subservient manner. She was used to Dom/sub relationships common to the BDSM lifestyle, and she’d been a Domme herself, so she was familiar with the role, even if she had never taken it on as a sub. She had chosen this—at least for now—and she intended to enjoy every aspect of it. She trusted Ty to keep his word, and believed that if she was uncomfortable with anything, he would back off.
With everything she’d done to her own subs, and with all she’d seen in other D/s relationships, she didn’t think there was much she’d be uncomfortable with. The only place she wouldn’t go was public humiliation or corporal punishment.
Safe, sane, and consensual, always. A smile tugged at her lips. She knew a lot of people in the lifestyle who said those words tongue in cheek. Just how sane were a good deal of activities some of those in the lifestyle participated in? They had safe words or other ways to stop play, but some of what was done… Awai thought those activities bordered on insane.
To each his own.
Awai followed Ty through the airy palace. Warm sunshine poured in through countless windows and her thigh-high boots made soft thunks on the marble tiles as she walked. Cool air caressed her naked shoulders, her belly, the undersides of her breasts, and the part of her thighs not covered by her skirt or boots.
At the end of one long hallway, Ty reached a large green wooden door, stopped, and waited for Awai to catch up. She expected a dark winding staircase leading down to an even darker dungeon, but when Ty opened the door, a skylight brightly illuminated the landing.
The door closed softly behind them as she followed him down a wide set of green marble steps and into an expansive hallway. The floor was the same forest green marble, but many paintings of landscapes and seascapes graced the walls. The sight of the paintings reminded Awai of Annie and her artistry. Awai couldn’t help but wonder how her niece fared these days.
Large windows, positioned high on the wall, also provided light for the hallway. Through them Awai saw grass and flowers blooming outside. The dungeon had to be partly underground, not entirely beneath the castle, for the vegetation to be in view.
They reached a set of double doors at the end of the hallway. Ty grasped the gold club-shaped handles and flung open the doors.
It was the most amazing dungeon Awai had ever seen. The lighting was more intimate, but not too dark, and everything was white instead of black. Awai couldn’t begin to absorb the number and types of devices. She heard the door close behind her as her experienced eye ran over items that seemed traditional, like a St. Andrew’s cross, spreader bars, seats with restraints, spanking benches, suspension gear, swings, a cage with glass bars, and much more.
Yet, each item was somehow different from what she was used to. A swing hung from nothing, as if invisible restraints held it in midair. The St. Andrew’s cross was the centerpiece of the room, but what was incredible was that it was made of crystal and it actually glowed. She could sense power radiating from it. All the other items seemed somehow different, too, but she was far too overwhelmed to take it all in.
Along two walls were assorted floggers, whips, canes, paddles, white leather restraints and harnesses, tethers, ticklers, blindfolds, candles, along with glittering golden rope like what he had used to tie her with when he brought her to Tarok. Most appeared close to what she was familiar with, yet not.
“Wow.” Awai turned to look at Ty. At his frown, she lowered her eyes. “Your Majesty.”
Within her line of vision, he held out his hand. On his palm a black collar appeared, with a gold club charm dangling from it. The club matched the charms hanging from her nipples.
“Will you wear my collar to signify that you are mine?” He spoke in a firm tone. “You will be my slave until I have broken through the barriers that hold your heart and soul hostage.”
Awai hesitated, understanding the symbolism of the gesture, yet wondering if being his “slave” could possibly help her heal. If she refused, this would end. But if she accepted the collar, then she also accepted whatever came next.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” she finally said. “I accept your gift.”
Ty moved behind her and she lifted her long dark hair so he could fasten the collar around her neck. She shivered from the light brush of his fingertips against her neck as the charm swung against the hollow at the base of her throat.
When he finished she turned to face him, feeling different somehow. A little nervous knowing she was truly this man’s sub, and she must do all that he demanded. She also realized that she held power over him—she was responsible for his pleasure as he was responsible for caring for her.
Ty kept his expression serious as he held out his hand.
A whip appeared in his grip—another display of his magic. Awai’s eyes widened when she realized it was hers. She’d left it in her bedchamber.
He snapped the whip and Awai jumped as the crack filled the room. “It is time for your first punishment, tigress.”
She worried the inside of her lower lip as she glanced from the whip to Ty’s face. He showed no emotion in his expression, but his eyes held warmth. She was certain he wouldn’t hurt her.
Right?
“Yes, Majesty.” She folded her hands behind her as Kalina had earlier instructed. “What would you have me do?”
“Remove your clothing.” Ty held his head high, the club tattoo rippling on his abs. “Leave on your boots.”
Awai felt a shiver of excitement trail up her spine. She had no compunctions about being naked in front of anyone, and especially this man. When she pulled the white leather strap covering her breasts over her head, a pained expression crossed Ty’s features, but then it was gone. He seemed mesmerized by her breasts, unable to take his eyes from her rouged nipples and areolas.
When she shimmied out of the leather skirt and kicked it aside, she saw his throat work, as if he had swallowed his desires. The bulge in his leather pants was absolutely huge, and her nipples tightened as she looked at it.
Ty cleared his throat and motioned with the whip to the St. Andrews cross. “Stand facing the cross, with your back to me, slave.”
The way he said slave turned her on beyond belief. “Yes, Your Majesty.” Awai moved to the crystal X at the center of the room. She purposely added a little extra sway to her hips, just for Ty’s benefit. She loved the way it felt to be naked with only the thigh-high boots, her collar, and the nipple rings. The charms swayed against her breasts and at her neck, and the boots felt snug and supple around her legs.
When she reached the cross, she stopped and waited for his instructions.
“Raise your arms,” he commanded near her ear, surprising her because he was so close to her. How did he do that?
“Yes, Majesty.” Awai complied, raising her arms so they were splayed out at the top
of the X. Ty produced a magical golden rope out of nowhere, slipped it through a clear hook on the X, and tied one wrist. He took his time, brushing his chest against her back and his arms against hers, in slow, sensuous movements that made her flood wet between her thighs. When he was finished, he repeated the process with her other wrist so both arms were firmly secured, but in the same slow manner designed to drive her crazy with lust.
Awai took a deep breath as she waited for his next instruction. “Spread your legs,” he said, and she obeyed. The restraints at her wrists allowed her to follow his instructions without losing her balance. He teased her by running his hands along the inside of one thigh, down her boot to her ankle before tying it to the cross with the golden rope. He tantalized her with every touch, his warm breath a caress upon her skin, and she swore she could feel the heat from his palms through the supple leather boots as he grasped her ankles.
The crystal cross felt surprisingly warm and comfortable against her cheek, her breasts, her belly, and her mound. Perhaps it was the white glow, but it was somehow relaxing—even though Ty was driving her out of her mind with need for him.
A whip cracked behind Awai and her heart beat faster as she realized she was about to be whipped. She swallowed down the rush of fear that tightened her chest, but she couldn’t stop the trembling in her body.
“What is wrong?” he murmured near her ear, his breath fanning her cheek as he spoke.
“I—” Awai couldn’t believe she had such a hard time getting it out. She was a millionaire businesswoman for chrissake, and a Domme. “Your Majesty, may I have a safe word?”
“What is a safe word?” From the sound of his voice he was clearly puzzled.
“It’s a word we agree on.” Awai swallowed again. “If what’s happening frightens me, hurts me, or is outside my comfort zone, I say the word and you stop immediately.”
“Of course.” He kissed her neck in that sensitive dip before her shoulder. “What would you like to be your safe word?”
Awai closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them. “Cherries.”
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