King of Spades (7 page)

As the horse-beast moved into the trees on a sun-dappled trail, Darronn held his palm out in front of Alexi. On it a strange device appeared, like it had just popped out onto his hand. It looked a lot like the spade tattoo on his wrist, only three-dimensional.

Alexi frowned. “Er…what are you going to do with that?”

“A teaching tool,” Darronn murmured as he lowered it.

He had his other arm wrapped tight around her waist, and her arms were bound behind her, so she had no choice but to watch as he lowered it to her pussy.

Her heart beat faster and blood rushed in her head as the unusually warm tip penetrated her core. The sides folded down as he slid it inside her all the way—and then the spade expanded.

“Oh, jeez.” Alexi gasped as the device filled her, and then she almost screamed with pleasure as it started to vibrate.

Tok the horse-beast continued on as though Alexi wasn’t getting the ride of her life, the soft clip clop of his hooves in time to the spade thrusting in and out of her core, seemingly of its own volition. Likely the bastard behind her was using his magic to make it move that way.

When did she start taking
magic
for granted?

“Do not climax without my permission,” Darronn ordered, even as she rushed toward an orgasm. “Or you will be punished.”

Screw you
. She’d come whenever she wanted, and no one was going to punish her.

Closer and closer her orgasm built. Just as she thought she was going to come, the spade vibrator stopped. It shrunk within her core and Alexi almost cried out in frustration.

Darronn’s palm was warm against her belly, and he flicked the tiger charm at her navel with one finger. “Ask permission if you wish to climax, wench.”

“Fuck you,” she responded.

He gave a low and vibrant chuckle. “Soon enough, my firecat.”

It started again. The spade expanded and began vibrating and moving up and down. It felt as though a cock thrust inside her while thickening, driving her wild with the need to come. Sweat broke out over her skin, and her breathing grew heavier.

Darronn flicked his tongue along her neck while playing with her nipples and she arched toward him even more. “Ask permission,” he demanded.

She tightened her lips. “No.”

The vibrator stopped again and Alexi, who never cried, wanted to weep.

“We near the village.” He pinched and pulled at her nipples. “If you wish to climax before we arrive, then ask.”

Alexi gritted her teeth. Like hell she’d ask for permission. She’d just wait until she was alone and take care of the matter herself. Maybe even Tok’s gait would get her off. The feel of the beast between her naked thighs, the world’s best vibrator in her core, and her naked pussy and breasts…god, she was so damn horny maybe she’d come if a good stiff breeze hit her clit.

The ride got a little bumpier the higher they climbed. The spade remained lodged in her core, but didn’t move. The terrain became more mountainous and beautiful with its strange looking trees—some with glossy trunks and blue feathers for leaves, and others with foliage like lace doilies or snowflakes.

When it hit her that Darronn had said they were nearing a village, her heart rate picked up again. “You’re not going to make me ride through the village like…like Lady Godiva?”

“It is your choice.” Darronn lifted her hair and kissed the back of her neck, where tendrils were damp from sweat. “Ask me for what you need. Whether it is clothing or pleasure, I will consider your request.”

She pressed her lips tight and stared into the trees ahead. Waning sunlight flickered through the treetops and she thought she heard voices.

The spade toy expanded in her pussy and started vibrating.

Oh, god.
She couldn’t take much more of this. As much as it was killing her, she could wait for her orgasm, but she couldn’t wait to be clothed. Even though the idea of riding through a village in only her thigh-highs and stilettos turned her on in some bizarre way, she couldn’t get past the thought of it being wrong to be naked in public. For men and women to see her bound and naked, her breasts jutting forward, her nipples hard, and her pussy glistening with wetness.

And a vibrator in her core.

The spade’s movements seemed to grow even more intense, more frantic, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm so that she couldn’t speak. But what if she climaxed without his permission and he refused to give her clothing as punishment?

Now she fought against coming, needing something to wear, even though her body told her she needed to climax more than anything. “P-please, may I have something to wear?” she forced out, hating the fact that she was stuttering. Hating the fact that she had to ask for what she needed.

“How must you refer to me?” he asked, and at the same time she was sure she heard laughter coming from around a turn in the road.

No!
She wasn’t going to call him Master again. She’d only done it the first time so that he’d untie her. But this was different.

“It is your choice, wench,” he murmured, and the timber of his voice almost threw her over the edge. She needed to be fucked so badly that she almost didn’t care who saw her right now, or what they might say.

“I am your Master now, Alexi.” His voice urged her to comply, demanded it of her. “Your training will go much easier if you acknowledge it now.”

The spade continued to move in and out of her core, filling her as the horse-beast neared the sounds of tools clanking, voices chatting, and wheels rattling over rocks.

Alexi didn’t give a damn who saw her anymore. She’d rather be seen naked in the streets of this village, a place where she didn’t intend to be for long, than give Darronn the satisfaction of bowing down to him.

“Say it,” he urged her.

“Screw…you,” she managed to get out just before the most intense climax of her life ripped through her.

She screamed and Darronn clenched his hand in her hair, jerked her head to the side, and claimed her lips in a rough and brutal kiss. And she wanted it even harder from him. Heat from her orgasm flushed through her from head to toe in wave after wave after wave and she didn’t want it to end. The spade’s vibrations grew wilder yet and she climaxed again and then again.

Darronn tore his lips from hers, his breathing hard, and his eyes glazed, as if he could barely contain himself. Vaguely she felt his hand between her thighs and he slipped the spade out. She turned her gaze from his to see the device on his palm, glistening with her juices. And then it vanished.

“You have earned your next punishment.” His tone was a mixture of frustration, anger, and lust. “Now ask for what you need before we enter the village.”

Village? What the hell. She’d just had the best orgasm of her life. She sighed and relaxed against Darronn’s chest, still riding smaller waves of pleasure.

Sounds of people and industry were louder now, and soon everyone would see her spread out like a woman who had just been screwed. Her skin was flushed and covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her pussy juices were on the saddle, her breasts were swollen with need, her nipples hard and erect, her hands bound behind her back.

And she was about to be paraded through a village.

Bring it on.

Chapter Five

The rapture on Alexi’s face as she climaxed over and over again had almost caused Darronn to spill his seed into his breeches. He wished only to spell away the leather, lift up his mate and slam her down onto his cock and drive into her until she screamed her pleasure again.

Although Darronn relished the thought of dealing out the punishment for climaxing without his permission, a punishment he was sure his new queen would enjoy, he could not believe her stubbornness. As it grew more apparent that she would rather be seen naked in the streets of Spades than to call him Master, his frustration mounted.

Although nakedness or near nakedness was commonplace in all of Tarok, including Spades, Darronn had no desire for anyone to view his mate’s treasures but him. The possessiveness took him by surprise and nearly shocked him speechless.

He was tempted to guide Tok away from the village and fuck Alexi to their mutual oblivion. It would be well into the night then, and the darkness would be a fine cloak when he took her to his château.

Or perhaps he should retrieve clothing for her now. She had asked, she simply had not addressed him in the manner of respect, as a submissive mate should.

“Ask,” he hissed.

“Nope.” And then the wench pressed her bound palms against his cock and, as much as her position would allow, skimmed her fingers along its contours.

Darronn bit back a growl and a groan.

“Very well,” he said between clenched teeth. “It is your choice, wench.”

“Sure is,” she said in a voice that taunted him, as though she knew he wished for anything but her delectable breasts and quim to be viewed by his people.

Darronn straightened in his seat and urged Tok forward. He was king, damn the skies. And he never backed down on his word.

When they entered the village, embarrassment flushed over Alexi, but she kept her chin high. While bowing to their king, men and women openly appraised her, obviously enjoying the sight of her naked body while Darronn gave rumbling snarls that almost made her laugh out loud. His little plan had backfired on him, and she knew it.

Alexi was still incredibly relaxed from her once-in-a-lifetime cataclysmic orgasm. She felt drugged from it…and drugged from the power she now knew she held over Darronn. She smiled at the people and would have waved if her hands weren’t bound behind her back. Their appreciative stares made her body come back to life, and soon she was hornier than ever. Especially after getting a glimpse of what the villagers in this place wore. Big, brawny men in tight leather shirts and pants, and the women in strips of leather that showed more skin than it covered.

Darronn let out a low rumble and Tok trotted faster. Alexi had to bite her lip to keep from giggling, and she never giggled unless she was drunk.

One thing she noticed was that his people did not look at him with fear, or with reverence as if he was some kind of god. Instead they smiled and appeared open and friendly like they were used to him working right beside them. Yet she could clearly see their respect for their king, too.

The village reminded her of a cross between a medieval setting and something more fantastical. Carts laden with produce, hay, and things Alexi didn’t recognize, traveled along the wide street…but with no obvious means of locomotion. No horses, no motors, no person even guiding them. Vendors stood behind boxes of fruits and vegetables that hovered without support, and unusual objects appeared and disappeared at random.

The road was paved with flagstones and all kinds of shops lined each side. Everything was clean and well kept and it smelled wonderful…of fresh baked bread from a bakery, roasted meats from a street vendor, and ale from a tavern. Her stomach rumbled again, and she realized it had been a good day since her huge meal and night out with Annie.

At the thought of her cousin, her smile turned into a frown. If Alexi didn’t get back to her soon, Annie would freak. She was calm and quiet, a real southern lady, but she could get riled in a hurry if people she loved were in trouble.

When Alice had vanished, Annie had searched for her as hard as anyone had. Even though Annie had told Alexi she needed to get on with her life, she knew better than to believe that her cousin would follow her own advice. In her own quiet way, Annie would continue the search for Alice and never give up. And if Alexi didn’t make it back…damn. Annie might even blame herself for not walking Alexi into the house and making sure it was locked up tight.

And of course Aunt Awai would go ballistic. Never mind Alexi’s administrative assistant, Angie, who also happened to be a friend.

Nope, not even going to consider not getting back home. Alexi never let down the people she loved.

When they were beyond the admiring stares of the villagers, Alexi was almost disappointed. She could understand how models and movie stars enjoyed showing off their assets to the public—it made her hotter than ever. And best of all, it had made Darronn crazy.

As Tok carried them from the village and climbed higher on the mountain, Alexi caught glimpses of a massive earth-toned structure through the trees. It blended into the mountainside, like an incredibly huge work of art.

“Did it please you to have my people look upon your body?” Darronn asked in a furious tone, breaking into her thoughts.

Holding back a laugh, Alexi replied, “And what if it did?”

Darronn’s voice deepened. “You
will
learn to respond to me in a manner befitting your station.”

Alexi rolled her eyes. “Get off it already.”

He actually growled. “Your punishments continue to grow.”

“Whatever.” She was too damn lightheaded and hungry to argue with him right now, and she was afraid that he was going to make her beg for food. She could just see it now, her dying of starvation because he was too stubborn to stop trying to make her call him Master.

And she was too stubborn to give in.

When they finally broke through the cover of trees, she could clearly see the château spilling down the hillside, flowing with the terrain. She straightened in her seat, pulling away from Darronn as she absorbed the most beautiful place she’d ever seen.

“It’s gorgeous,” she said aloud, without meaning to.

“Welcome to Spades.” Pride filled Darronn’s voice. “Your new home.”

She ignored the comment and instead concentrated on the terraced gardens, the balconies and large windows that must give a breathtaking view of his realm.

When they reached the utmost point, at the highest floor of the building, Darronn guided Tok to what she thought must be a stable. Unusual animal sounds came from the stable, like the sounds Tok had made upon occasion during the ride to the château.