Perfect Master

by Ann Jacobs

  Emerald would soon have the prince of her dreams. From what she saw, she thought he must be the embodiment of all those late-night fantasies. In less than twelve hours now, they would be mated.

  The gods are smiling down on me. All my fantasies are about to be fulfilled.

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  Fantasies. Emerald barely slept, rising eagerly as soon as a pink and purple dawn sky began to emerge from darkness. Today she’d become a princess, the pampered consort of her royal Master. The most handsome man she’d ever seen, with perfection of face and form that matched her own.

  Excited, she bathed and dressed, taking special care to drape a practically transparent, silken robe artistically around her naked body—a robe not unlike the one she had seen her prince wearing in his tower the night before.

  She could hardly wait.

  “You will ready yourself, my daughter,” Eli told her a few moments later. “The king has sent a litter for you. He has sent word that the mating ceremony will be held in private.”

  “But…” Emerald clamped her lips together, stifling the complaint her father’s stern look let her know would be futile. She had so much wanted all of Obsidion’s citizenry to witness her triumph, to see she had managed to capture the planet’s finest prize. The perfect mate…the perfect Master. She would feign compliance, pretend submission, but soon she would use her wiles to twist her prince into doing her bidding. “Yes, Father,” she said, making no complaint when he assisted her into a litter and motioned for its bearers to rise and take her to the palace.

  Sweet incense swirled about the inside of the jeweled litter, cloaking Emerald in a sensual haze, hiding her thinly robed flesh from those who might want to glimpse their prince’s bride on her journey through Obsidion’s streets to the castle—to the man who would soon be her Master.

  The arousing scent of precious oils she had rubbed into her naked body mingled with the incense. Her nipples tingled and her cunt began to clench with anticipation. She could hardly wait for her prince to claim her…take her. She longed for the moment she would feel the cold, heavy weight of his collar closing about her neck—a moment her father had assured her would take place as soon as the crown prince penetrated her cunt with his mighty cock, as was traditional at the royal matings that rarely occurred on Obsidion.

  In less than an hour, I’ll be a princess. I will be the mate to the handsome prince of all my dreams.

  Emerald ran her fingers through her waist-length auburn curls, suddenly eager to feel them being cut off, as always happened during mating ceremonies for members of Obsidion’s upper classes. Though the custom had begun on Earth as she understood it, she welcomed her shearing and the collar, both symbols of submission she would wear to show the world she belonged to Prince Arik.

  I am going to engage his lust and capture his heart, and then he will belong to me as much as I belong to him.

  Arik. Over and over she repeated his name in her mind as six matched Martian slaves bore her through the streets on the golden litter, and later in the castle’s great hall while three of the four royal eunuchs she’d heard about lovingly prepared her to be presented to their lord and prince.

  The eunuchs fascinated her, for each of them wore the precious stones allowed only to Obsidion’s royal family—diamonds set in red gold from Mars. Huge studs in their ears, smaller ones in their right nostrils, and elaborate, diamond-studded shields centered over smooth, hairless flesh where she imagined a laser beam had cut away all evidence of their maleness.

  It puzzled her that they went about handling her body with gentle precision, exquisite care, and a total lack of the admiration she’d come to expect from all males—even the eunuchs who served in her father’s household. Although they expressed the proper appreciation for the small, jeweled casks that she presented each of them as bride-gifts, they didn’t seem affected by the blue and lavender gems—tanzanites and Tiffany Stones from Earth—that her father had told her should hold special significance for eunuchs.

  Chapter Two

  While Emerald was being prepared, the fourth of the royal eunuchs attended his prince, preparing him to greet his mate. When Arik waved away the royal robes Hikaru tried to set on his leather-clad shoulders, the eunuch protested. “My lord, you must look the part of a prince.”

  Indeed. There would be no mistaking his position, for Arik would be the only whole male participating in the mating ceremony, a fact that would be evident to all since he was wearing a bodysuit that left his cock and balls exposed. Already his cock had stiffened, whether from anticipation or the loving attention Hikaru had shown it while freeing it from the confines of the leather, Arik couldn’t say. “I will dispense with the royal trappings. It is not as though my bride is likely to object to their lack. After all, I look less fearsome in the leather than I would in my princely robes.”

  For a moment he imagined himself whole, naked but for that translucent robe, presenting himself for his bride’s inspection and admiration. Shoving that fantasy aside, he reached behind his neck and checked the security of the lacings that held his hood in place. “It’s time for us to go.”

  “As you say, my lord.” When Hikaru bowed, the diamond studs in his ears and left nostril twinkled.

  The bridegroom cometh. It is of no consequence that he looks less adorned than the royal eunuchs who serve him.

  Arik had refused the diamond-studded cock ring his father had offered the night before and wore only a large diamond stud in his left earlobe to mark his status. A stud hidden beneath the leather hood that hugged his face, concealing the ravaged side of it from view.

  His footsteps resounded against the marble staircase, strong yet muted by the soft kidskin boots that encased his feet. One step sure, the next halting, each footfall brought him closer to the point from which there could be no return. The point he had crossed, in truth, on the day he had obeyed his father’s order and returned to Obsidion to take his place as heir to the Diamond Throne.

  He’d become practically immune to the courtiers’ stares and the sympathetic murmurs that drifted to his ears whenever he ventured from his chambers. The black leather bodysuit he wore served to distance him from them, and to provide a barrier that shielded his emotions as well as his ravaged body from their view. There she is. My bride. Laid out on the dais in the great hall below, she practically took his breath away. Her ivory skin glowed with the sensual oil he’d chosen earlier from the selection the royal eunuchs had offered. The smell of her female musk, accentuated by the aphrodisiac in the oil, made Arik’s nostrils flare behind the mask.

  His cock swelled with anticipation. This delectable morsel belonged to him, as certainly as his princely robes of gold and purple and the cask of jewels that he kept secure in his chamber where no one could plunder them. His balls tightened when he watched her squirm with obvious pleasure at the attention she was getting from two of the royal eunuchs. They were stirring her passions with their practiced hands and mouths while the third one clipped her long, fiery hair. He longed to touch that short, soft-looking pelt with his naked hand—the ringlets only her Master could look upon once the vows were consummated—but knew he must not.

  If they are consummated at all.

  Arik had thought about it long and hard. He would not take her against her will. And he couldn’t believe she’d accept him willingly once she saw what he’d become. He should disrobe, show her the monster behind the leather and give her the choice of walking away.

  He paused, his gaze steady on Emerald’s perfect face as his head filled with the smell of woman—the heady aroma of the incense, the oil, and sex. His testicles drew up tight against the leather of his bodysuit, weakening his resolve to reveal himself. His sex, the only part of him besides his eye that he had not encased in the concealing garment, swelled and tightened. His cock rose up against his belly, rock-hard and throbbing now that the prospect of burying himself in the fragrant cunt of his mate was so near. So close.

  Ignoring the voice of his conscie
nce that screamed for him to show his true colors, he stilled his hand, which had moved behind his head to begin unlacing the hood. His conscience prickling him for his cowardice, he continued his deliberate journey toward destiny.

  “Come, my lord, your bride awaits you.” As always when he spoke, Hikaru dropped to his knees before Arik, touching his bald head to the floor in obeisance.

  “Rise.” Seeing Hikaru and his other three cousins prostrated before him always unnerved Arik. Whenever they did, it brought home that fact to Arik that they no longer were royal princes but merely royal eunuchs.

  But for a quirk of fate and a sense of self-preservation he’d developed early on, Arik might have been like them, bowing before his prince or his king. If he’d chosen life in the comfort of the castle over a frantic flight into exile with his manhood intact twelve years ago while his father had been near death and intent on securing the succession for his heir, he would have been forever denied his royal birthright.

  He looked down at his personal body servant, Hikaru, who had made the choice to stay rather than flee the palace before he’d had the chance to understand what pleasures he had sacrificed, for he’d been just nine years old to Arik’s seventeen when the supposedly dying king had decreed that males of the royal family’s next generation, other than the heir, Tabor, were to be gelded.

  Arik sighed. He had made his choice, and so had they. He stepped forward, growling the traditional order Hikaru obviously expected to hear. “Go to my bride and make her ready to accept my cock.”

  “Yes, my lord. Would you have the lady Emerald restrained for your pleasure?”

  If only Arik could count on her accepting him willingly—but no. He dared not risk her bolting before his father and the court, which she very well might do anyhow when she got a look at him decked out head to toe in black leather. Unmasked and unclothed, though, he would surely frighten her more. “Yes. Bind her well. Take care, though, not to cause her any injury.” Slowly, painstakingly, for he wanted no one to realize the extent of damage his attackers had caused to his leg and hip, Arik followed Hikaru to the dais where Emerald lay, a pagan sacrifice to his father’s desire to perpetuate their line, and to his own raging lust.

  Her striking green eyes widened when he stepped into her line of vision. She strained against silken bonds even as she raised her hips to give Hikaru better access to her glistening cunt when he bent to tongue her tiny jewel. Hikaru’s brothers stepped aside and prostrated themselves, giving Arik an arousing view of his bride’s hardened nipples with the emerald-studded gold chain connecting them to another emerald that winked in her navel.

  Emerald stifled a cry. This was her Master? This fearsome creature stood at least a head taller than the next tallest man in the hall. The skin-tight black leather suit encased him from head to toe but for his rampant arousal and one glittering dark eye. It clung lovingly to massive, rippling muscles. The gleaming leather caught light from a thousand flickering candles held in sconces around her and along the expanse of pink marble walls.

  Certainly this monster could not be the same man as the perfect prince she’d glimpsed last night. Yet he had to be. The royal eunuchs who had prepared her fell back and knelt at his approach, touching the tops of their shaved heads to the marble floor in a sensually choreographed act of obeisance—the kind of total submission these proud royals would offer only to their prince or king. Courtiers who’d been conversing quietly turned silent and bowed their heads as the giant passed them.

  Yes, the man behind the fearsome mask had to be her prince. Her Master.

  She stared at his cock, a huge purple-headed beast that stood straight up against his belly, the milky drop of lubrication on its tip a stark contrast with the supple black leather that framed it. Her cunt clenched with anticipation despite her fear, and when she looked up she saw the heat in that one dark eye when he raked her naked, well-primed body with a look of lust, of anticipated possession. He made her squirm against her bonds. He made her cunt cream and her heart pound.

  Despite her maiden fears, she wanted to touch him. Looking at that rampant cock, she needed to caress the huge, swollen shaft, pay it homage with her mouth and tongue. Swirl her tongue around his massive, purplish cock head.

  Take me, I beg you. Impale me on your huge, beautiful cock. Give me your seed. She dared not speak for he’d not granted her permission, yet when she saw his cock grow impossibly longer, thicker and harder before her eyes, she sensed that he’d somehow heard her silent entreaty.

  He met her gaze and held it with that one, dark-brown eye. When he spoke, his words came out in a deep, gravelly voice muted ominously by the all-concealing hood. “I claim you as my mate, my slave and my consort. Future mother to my sons and princess to the people of Obsidion.”

  The eunuch who had crawled silently between her legs licked Emerald’s slit, stoking her flames for her Master’s possession. Moisture gushed from her cunt when the eunuch tongued her there. When he inserted a finger into her tight rear passage and began to slide it gently back and forth, her arousal intensified. He began to suck her clit, flailing it with his tongue until she thought she’d scream with frustration, while he kept finger-fucking her ass.

  Pressure built in her belly, bringing heat that radiated, blossomed and came into full bloom when her Master reached out and tugged the golden chain that connected her nipple rings. “You have permission to speak. To accept or refuse me.”

  “Oh yes, Master, please take me,” she begged, straining at her bonds. By the gods, she needed her mate. Her cunt had never been hotter, wetter. She needed his huge pulsating cock to fill her now, much more than she feared what manner of creature he was to hide behind the fearsome mask.

  “You accept me as your Master?”

  “Yes, my lord,” she hissed. When he bent and touched first one nipple and then the other, the heat of his mouth scalded her through the leather barrier. “I want to feel your flesh. And I want to see the magnificent body I now can only feel.”

  “Perhaps someday,” he said, his tone brusque. “For now, you need to be grateful that I cover myself.”

  She sensed regret in his muffled words, but her cunt contracted painfully. Lust overwhelmed her. The eunuch’s intimate invasion of her ass stoked her desire but did nothing to assuage it. She had to feel her Master’s monster cock stretching her…filling her.

  Now.

  “Fuck me, my prince. Please.”

  “Your pleasure is my own.” As though they had orchestrated this move a thousand times—perhaps in a previous life they had—the eunuch rose, making way for his lord. The heat of the prince’s huge cock seared Emerald’s wet cunt when he stepped between her widespread legs and rubbed the blunt, thick head of it along her slit.

  “So wet. So ready.” He positioned himself and sank into her slowly, his heart-shaped cock head stretching her, making way for his full possession.

  “So mine,” he said, his voice full of wonder when he breached her virgin barrier. On his signal, three of the eunuchs rose, two taking her tingling nipples between their teeth and suckling her while a third one—the one who’d accompanied her Master—tunneled his fingers through the shorn curls on her head.

  “I want you to see.” At the prince’s terse command the eunuch lifted her head, cradling it between his hands. “Look at us, my princess. Watch my cock slide in and out of your wet, hot cunt. Watch me while I fuck you.”

  Focusing on the look and feel of his possession, seeing his hips flex as he slid his cock out of her body then slammed back in harder and faster than before, aroused Emerald almost beyond endurance. The slapping, sucking sounds of flesh on flesh and leather punctuated each stroke of his cock.

  Did he feel it, too, this searing heat? Was his skin flushing beneath the leather, prickling with the need to come, to break the pressure and find the nirvana of release? Could he smell the musk of sex that filled her nostrils, and did it stimulate him the same way it aroused her?

  “Gods above, I’m coming,”
he growled, slamming into her cunt once more. Hot spurts of his seed filled her womb, triggering a series of contractions that racked her body, left her panting and drained yet wanting more. More from this masked man who held her future in his hands.

  When she opened her eyes, her prince stood over her, his one-eyed gaze on the collar one of the eunuchs had just locked around her neck. She licked her lips, anticipating that he’d let her taste his renewed erection, now jutting proudly toward her lips. “Your hungry look tells me you want to suck my cock. Do you?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Your wish is my command. Open your mouth.” Straddling her, he fed her his cock head. He tasted…indescribable. His essence and hers mingled on her lips when she took him in her mouth and licked all around his plump corona. His collar—heavy platinum encrusted with the diamonds reserved for Obsidion’s royalty—rested easily against her throat, supporting her head as she serviced him.

  Someone’s warm breath tickled her thighs, and soft hands spread her outer lips. A moist tongue tickled her clit while another lapped the length of her slit from cunt to ass. A warm, wet object pressed against her asshole, coaxing her to open and take it in. A cock? No, the only cock allowed her was her Master’s, and she had it firmly in her mouth. Emerald sucked harder, swallowed reflexively as she took more of his hot flesh down her throat.

  He groaned. “That’s it. Relax. Let Hikaru fuck your pretty ass with the dildo. You can take it. Soon you’ll be ready to take my cock there, too. Meanwhile there are many ways the royal eunuchs can give you pleasure—some ways that I cannot because I wear the mask. They may take your ass, your mouth, caress and suck your pretty nipples and…” His words trailed off as though it pained him to forego the sexual foreplay the mask prevented. “Remember, though, my princess, your cunt belongs to me. It’s mine…only mine, now and for all time. Gods but that feels good,” he growled when she relaxed her throat muscles and swallowed his cock head.