Master of Desire (22 page)

make  you  happy  in  and  out  of  the  bedchamber — but  in  sex,  my  little  vixen,  only  one

can be the master.”

* * * * *

Over the coming weeks, life grew a bit more  normal for Teesia. Her clothing wasfinally brought into the bedchamber and unpacked into a large  wooden cabinet Ralen had had commissioned from a carpenter in the nearby village. Each morning, she dressed and left the room, learned her way around the fortress, and got acquainted withthe staff. For some meals, she and Ralen ate  in the great hall, joined by guests—friends or workers in the fort. For others, they returned to their chamber  and indulged in theirshared joy of combining food and sex.

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.”