“Selfishness?” Teesia asked, her legs still spread wide, her friend still situated between them.
Bella raised her gaze, looking shockingly… guilty. Up to now, the only expressions Teesia had ever seen on her friend’s face were joy, confidence, sensuality—nothing likethis. “I just…well, I so wanted to show you how it would feel, so wanted to push this cock up inside your lovely pussy.”
Teesia bit her lip as her cunt tingled, even without the cock thrusting against it. “Isit? Lovely? He’ll like it?”
Bella ran her fingers over it, seeming to pet it, her fingers stroking down into Teesia’s wetness. “Mmm, yes, I promise you he shall.”
But Bella’s eyes remained sad, and Teesia couldn’t abide that. Bella had been such a wonderful friend to her, making her beautiful dresses, spending countless hours with her and treating her like a real adult, telling her the secrets of sex—and now she was her Orienter, too. She couldn’t bear to see Bella look so bereft. “What’s wrong, Bella? What suddenly makes you so unhappy?”
Bella moved to lay next to Teesia once more. Teesia considered pushing her gown down over her cunt, lifting it to cover her breasts, but it seemed pointless given all they’d just shared.
23
Lacey Alexander
“I suppose your Orientation simply has me, well, wishing for sex,” Bella said confidingly.
“But don’t you have it all the time? What about Oren, the baker? And just last week you told me of a romp with the servant boy who works in the orchard.”
Bella smiled, as if to herself. “Yes, both have wonderful cocks, and both are generous lovers. But I suppose…I was curious to see how it might feel to be on the other end, if you will. I wondered what it would be like to…be the man. To push a hard cock into a soft, tight pussy.”
Part of Teesia wished she hadn’t felt the need to stop Bella from indulging her wish.
Looking up at her, Bella read her mind. “But you were right, sweet girl. I don’t know what I was thinking, nearly risking your bride price that way. It could have been disastrous. Passion got the best of me, I suppose.”
Then Teesia got an idea. Bella had always been so generous to her, in so manyways, perhaps this was the least she could do on the last night they would see each other. “Would you like for me to push the clay cock into you?” She leaned over her friend.
Bella smiled boldly. “Would you? Would you like to?”
“I will if you wish it.”
Bella gave her head a speculative tilt against the fur. “It might be a good way for you to learn even more about the pussy.”
Teesia drew in her breath and picked up the tool where it had been abandoned between them. Together, they pulled up the flowing green fabric of Bella’s dress until her parted legs revealed moist pink folds and a dark little opening Teesia had never seen on explorations of her own cunt—so surely this was where the cock entered. Leaning down near her friend’s cunt, she nudged the clay cock at the tiny passageway.
“Don’t be gentle, Teesia,” Bella said, her voice taking on a hard, lusty edge.
“Really?”
“I would have been with you — you’re a virgin, after all. But for me—no, it’s not necessary. Make me feel it.”
Gathering her courage, Teesia thrust, and watched as—amazingly—the cock sankneatly into Bella’s cunt. Teesia gasped and Bella moaned. “Now fuck me with it,” Bella demanded.
Teesia began pushing the tool in and out of Bella’s opening, her excitement growing as she watched it glide so easily in and out of the astounding little hole. “Oh Bella, it’s incredible!”
“Oh, I know!” she moaned. “Don’t stop! Do it harder!”
Teesia tensed, her entire being infused with the same passion emanating from Bella as she began ramming the clay cock more firmly into her friend’s wet, accepting pussy. If this was what it was like to deliver pleasure to her husband, she would enjoy it.
24
Master of Desire
“Harder!” Bella said again, so Teesia plunged the cock as forcefully as she could, realizing a woman’s cunt must be a strong and resilient little cave to take such violent thrusts with pleasure.
Just as her arm began to grow weary from working the tool, Bella reached down and began frantically rubbing her fingers over her clit. Teesia drove the cock deeper and deeper, watching. Witnessing her friend’s pleasure was almost like experiencing her own—her pussy had grown even wetter now than it had been before, when Bella had been nudging the cock at it.
Teesia had touched herself the same way Bella touched herself now, ever since learning from Ralen that a hand could excite so much, but she wasn’t sure she’d ever moved her fingers with such wild ferocity as Bella did. Her beautiful friend moaned long and loud, thrusting herself against the clay cock in Teesia’s grip as she stroked herself so fast that her fingers were a blur.
Finally, Bella’s groans changed, growing shorter, her breath seeming to catch—and then she cried out with such abandon that Teesia knew her dear friend was climaxing. “Oh! Oh Ares! Yes! Yes!” she cried, and Teesia continued thrusting, thrilled to have helped Bella reach her ecstasy, until her friend’s movements finally ceased, her head dropping back to the bed in exhaustion.
Teesia slowly drew out the toy, still watching Bella’s open cunt, amazed at the female body. To think her body would soon take a cock like this! She clenched her teeth with anticipation, her pussy humming.
Just then, she caught Bella studying her, likely seeing the desire that surely shone on her face. “Lie down,” Bella instructed, her voice taking on a whole new softness Teesia had never heard from her before.
When Teesia lay back on the fur, Bella rolled toward her, placing her hands on Teesia’s shoulders. “I can’t leave you like this.” Then Bella began to kiss her again—long, passionate tongue kisses that Teesia eagerly returned, thinking of practice and also succumbing to pure pleasure. Her Orientation had taken her deep into anunexpected passion that she wanted simply to feel—she wanted to surrender to it all.
Bella’s kisses soon strayed from Teesia’s mouth, arcing down over one breast, then onto the other, suckling her nipple deeply. Teesia sighed and moaned, involuntarily arching against Bella’s lush, pliant body. Her friend’s mouth moved lower, deliveringscintillating kisses across her stomach, through the silk, then lower, just above her mound.
Teesia was lost to Bella’s generosity, amazed by her friend’s sensual lessons andhow much she’d learned, and was still learning—about giving, and succumbing. When Bella’s hands pushed her thighs apart, she didn’t resist, and when Bella’s lush mouth sank to Teesia’s hungry pussy, she cried out. “Oh Bella!”
She’d never imagined such raw pleasure as that which Bella’s tongue delivered in long, languid licks through her pink, wet flesh. She shuddered and bucked
25
Lacey Alexander
uncontrollably. She thrust her fingers through Bella’s beautiful red tresses. She lifted her cunt, begging for more.
It didn’t take long until Teesia knew orgasm was hovering, hovering—and then she toppled, seeming to fall, deep, deeper, until the fur bedcovering caught her, wrapping her in warmth and satiation. A satiation she’d certainly never expected to find in her Orientation.
Soon, Bella moved up next to her in bed and leaned close, her nipples jutting against Teesia’s arm through the silk that covered them. She gently kissed Teesia’s lips,then whispered, “There now. You’ll be able to get a good night’s sleep. Your all-too-brief Orientation is complete, my sweet Teesia, and my only regret is that I can’t have more of you. For tomorrow you go with your husband-to-be. Tomorrow your new lifebegins.”
26
Master of Desire
Chapter Two
Ralen of Charelton stepped into the great hall of Enrick’s fortress, well ready to seteyes on his new bride. Enrick had assured him she was lovely, but what father wouldn’t make such a claim about his daughter, especially during marriage negotiatio
ns?
As the Giving Ceremony was a private affair, the hall was empty but for Enrick, hiscomely wife—whom Ralen had met before, and the dark-haired girl who sat perched on a large silk pillow below the two thrones.
His footsteps echoed in the cavernous room as he crossed the floor, growing closer, closer, until finally he was near enough to see that—yes, indeed, Teesia was a beauty. As promised, she resembled her mother—shiny raven hair, blue eyes, creamy skin andpleasing curves that tempted his touch already. His cock stirred to life in his pants at thesight of her, and at the knowledge that she would soon be his.
Only—he’d seen this girl before.
With her now-braided hair cascading down her back and over her shoulders.
With her legs parted to him before a viewing glass in Rawley.
Ares above! The little vixen from the hallway was Enrick’s daughter? His wife-to-
be?
“Welcome to Myrtell, Ralen of Charelton,” Enrick said as Ralen drew to a halt before the throne, masking his shock.
“Thank you, Enrick,” he answered, eyes still pinned on the girl. She sat mooning up at him as if he’d hung the sun in the sky, an expression that might well have pleased him under other circumstances. But did the girl think he’d not remember her? What in Ares’ name was she smiling about? Did she think it would please him to realize his bride had heretofore gone about offering herself to men she didn’t know?
“You are acquainted with my wife, I believe,” Enrick said, and Ralen shifted his gaze to the beautiful Jalal, a woman held in high regard throughout the land.
He gave a nod of respect, trying to reconcile the fact that the wanton who’d offered herself to him so freely at Rawley was this stately woman’s offspring. “My pleasure to see you again, Jalal.”
The ruler’s wife offered him a small, regal smile. People professed that Teesia took after Jalal both in looks and personality, but they were clearly mistaken on the second count. Caralon was a place of freedom—sexual and otherwise, so he did not judge the girl on moral grounds. No, he judged her on royal ones! Royal and wealthy girls knew their duties to their families, and most obeyed the rules, as they should.
27
Lacey Alexander
He’d not believed her for a second that night when she’d claimed her braidsignified nothing, nor had he believed she was not a virgin. But he’d never suspected she was Enrick’s daughter, sister of Dane’s wife!
His own damnable fault, he supposed, for not seeing a family resemblance, but he’d never expected a young royal daughter to be giving herself to men in the back hall. At the time, he’d presumed she was a wealthy girl of other parentage, seeking excitement. He had burned to open his pants and explore her cunt deeper than his fingers had been able to, but had not wanted to ruin the girl, both for the sake of herself and her father.
As for wealthy girls with a bride price seeking sexual release—well, it had been fine when she was a stranger, someone he would never see again. But to discover that same girl was to be his bride… He could only wonder how many other male hands haddipped beneath her costly silk skirts.
“I have promised you my middle daughter, Teesia,” Enrick continued theceremony, a tradition suddenly tainted for Ralen.
Looking again to the ruler and trying to hide his ire—for it was not Enrick’s fault he’d raised a misbehaving tramp—he gave a nod of recognition.
“Do you vow you can provide her with a comfortable life?”
Define comfort, he almost asked, yet held it in. He was suddenly inclined not to offer his new wife the ease of life she surely expected. But could he give her material possessions, keep her well-fed, a sturdy roof over her head? “You know that I can, Enrick,” he replied. Enrick had visited his estate—he knew what Ralen possessed. He need not know any of the more punishing thoughts that swirled in Ralen’s head just
now.
Enrick nodded. “And do you vow you can fulfill her physical needs and get herwith child, so that my line is guaranteed to continue?”
“Oh yes, Enrick, that I can do,” he answered with bold confidence. He’d do more than fulfill them—he would make sure she knew who her sexual master was.
“Very well, then,” the ruler of Caralon said. “I send her with you knowing she’s in
capable hands.”
Capable? Indeed they were. And he’d intended, until a few moments ago, for them
to be loving hands, too—but Enrick’s wayward daughter had ruined that wish. For what he had on his capable hands, it seemed, was a girl who had been slinking around back hallways and Ares knew where else, giving herself over to any man who would have her. For all he knew, she wasn’t a virgin.
But he wouldn’t hold Enrick responsible for that. Enrick was honorable and Ralen respected him—always had. He certainly had no idea of his hungry little daughter’s appetites and that she’d already been doing her best to get them filled.
And he, like Enrick, was a man of his word. He’d agreed to guard Caralon’ssouthern border until the time of his death or Enrick’s, whichever came first, in
exchange for the girl and a place in the royal family.
28
Master of Desire
All this meant was…well, that he would not have the marriage he’d expected.
And that his new bride would have to be punished. Severely.
His royal bride was supposed to be his and his alone. She was supposed to be totally ignorant of sex other than what she had learned in her Orientation. She wasmeant to be his to mold and teach and train and nurture.
Well, soon enough she’d understand unequivocally that she was his, body and soul,to do with what he pleased, to treat as he would, to use in bed in whatever manner he wished.
He was a man of unusual sexual desires. Some women had gone so far as to call his tastes frightening, chilling, bizarre. Up until this moment, he’d had every intention of initiating young Teesia into his decadent sexual world ever-so-slowly, exercising the utmost care and concern for her feelings and her pleasure. But to his surprise, he wasmarrying a woman who was not to be trusted, who might well think she could fuck every man she liked—and she’d have to be brought to heel, taught to know good andwell to whom she belonged.
The good news was that he no longer had the slightest care if she enjoyed his sexual tastes or not. And he would no longer worry about going slow or being gentle. Punishment was not meant to be soft—it was meant to teach a lesson, and he’d be certain his wanton little vixen would learn it.
“Daughter, stand and take Ralen’s hands,” Enrick instructed.
The silly girl hopped to her feet at lightning speed, anxious to get in his pants, he presumed, if his last meeting with her was any indication. He closed her much smaller hands in strong fists, wondering if she could sense the anger in his grip, if she could see the cold determination in his eyes as he gazed down on his lovely, naughty little bride.
“I hereby give to you my daughter, Teesia of Myrtell, Teesia of the House of Enrick. She now belongs to you, Ralen of Charelton.”
* * * * *
Teesia’s entire body was atingle as Ralen led her away from her parents, out thedoor into the bright Myrtell sunlight. “Do we start for Charelton now?” she asked,peering up at his strong, handsome face, the lower half covered with rugged stubble just as when she’d first met him. He was just as dark, dangerous and arousing as she remembered, and the mere touch of his hand made her heart beat faster.
“Yes, my caravan is waiting,” he said without looking at her.
That pinched a bit, making her lustiness die a little. She’d thought he’d be more…well, more like she was—excited and thrilled and ready to begin their new lifetogether.
Perhaps she just needed to express herself better, let him know how pleased shewas to become his wife. He still held her hand in his firm—truthfully, too tight—grasp, so she took the opportunity to stroke her thumb lightly over the back of his knuckles.
29
&n
bsp; Lacey Alexander
Bella had taught her that little touches could be used to ignite flames in a man “I. amthrilled to be going to your home, Ralen, thrilled that we will soon be married.”
Only then, as they walked, did he glance down at her with stern eyes. “That makes one of us, then.”
Teesia flinched and instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but his grip was tooconstricting. She was aghast, trying to fight off the sting of his words. “You…you…do not wish this marriage?”
“I wish this union with the royal family,” he stated plainly.
Teesia swallowed back the pain that threatened to make her collapse. Ralen’sentourage had just become visible in the distance, but she kept her eyes on her husband-to-be. “I thought that…well, I thought we would fit well together,” she said, sorry for the depth of emotion that leaked from her voice. “I thought you would wish ahappy marriage, as I do.”
He stopped walking, pulling her to a rough halt, and stared down into her eyes. “Do you think I’m so thick that I don’t recognize you, vixen? Do you think I don’t recall what happened between us at Rawley?”
She was confused—why wasn’t their brief but passionate interlude a pleasantmemory? “Of course I expected you to remember me. And frankly, I expected you to be pleased, knowing that our encounter in Rawley was only a taste of what’s to come.”
“That part you have right, vixen,” he said, his voice going deeper, and sounding almost like a threat.
They’d started walking again— him pulling her along was more like it—and since the caravan loomed closer, she knew she must speak plainly, for she wished to get to the bottom of this now. “I should think you’d be happy to know you have a bride who desires you. Deeply,” she added, figuring there was no cause to hide the truth. “I should think that would bode well for our marriage.”
Master of Desire Page 4