Master of Desire

by Lacey Alexander

  Teesia knew Shaena had kissed her before, back on the table when her eyes had been hidden, and this was the same as that but also different. Same soft meeting of mouths, but by her decision. And the thrill she felt flowing through her husband’s veins flowed through hers, as well, as she quickly came to understand how erotic he found the sight of her with another woman.

  So she was slightly shocked when Ralen crossed the room, looped an arm aroundher waist and pulled her away from Shaena. “Enough,” he said gruffly. “I must have you myself.”

  With that, he pushed her to her back across the big bed, pried her legs wide with strong hands that bit roughly into her inner thighs, and sank his mouth to her cunt. She

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  cried out at the delicious shock of delight. He was not gentle, but she didn’t wish him to be—she wanted to feel his passion pulsing resoundingly through her pussy, through all of her.

  The freedom to sink her hands into his thick hair was heavenly—she splayed herfingers over his scalp, pressed down to let him know she wanted him to taste her evenmore deeply. The knowledge that Shaena and Laene witnessed her pleasure only added to the fire racing through her limbs and she moaned her intense joy. “Oh yes, master, yes,” she sobbed deeply, loving the sight of his face buried between her thighs.

  That’s when she glanced up for the first time—and found the long-forgotten viewing glass mounted above the bed. Given her array of body jewelry, she looked likewhat she was—a sexual plaything, a slave to his every whim. And Ralen looked likewhat he was, too—a man vigorously pleasuring his wife, his head moving back and forth as his mouth devoured her eager cunt. She didn’t shy away from looking—doubly pleased not only by the ultra-erotic vision they made together, but also by the fact that she’d finally been taken to the bed, his bed, a place that had begun to seem unattainable. The ornate bed, the jagged glass placed above it—they were finally hers. She didn’tknow whether Ralen even realized it, or if she’d get to stay here, but for this moment, itfelt like a grand triumph in her heart.

  She continued watching them in the glass, her desire heightened by the rough grunts and moans echoing from the couple to her right. A glance revealed that Shaena gripped the corner bedpost with both hands again, arching her ass toward her lover. Laene pounded into her in mighty, unforgiving strokes for which she clearly had to brace herself.

  Teesia lifted her pussy to Ralen’s hungry mouth, thrusting, thrusting, then reachingfor his hands, guiding them up to mold to her breasts. He massaged the flesh deeply, seeming to eat at her with still more power, and her clit vibrated and swelled with pleasure, so much pleasure—until, yes, yes, yes, it exploded through her like a starburst in the night sky.

  She screamed her release, letting her eyes fall shut as she lost herself in the consuming joy—only to find her husband pinning her arms next to her head as hethrust his enormous cock inside her. She cried out, but the entry was shockingly smooth

  given the power of his lunge. And then he was driving, driving, deep and thorough, leaving her capable of no other thought but how completely he filled her. Her legs curled instinctively around his broad back, and they both groaned at each hot stroke he delivered.

  She could still hear Shaena and Laene fucking next to them, but all she saw was

  Ralen. His dark, possessive eyes, his lush mouth, wet with her juices, his muscled body taking her, owning her, filling her with a sense of pure awe she’d never known could exist.

  “Yes, fuck me, master,” she breathed up at him. “Fuck me.”

  “I’m fucking you so deeply, vixen, so deeply.” His voice was a dark, hungry purr.

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  She met each thrust. “So big, so wonderful. Possessing me.”

  He growled, thrusting into her even harder, and she loved knowing her words had fueled him.

  At the foot of the bed, Shaena’s groans turned to hot whimpers, and from the corner of her eye, Teesia could see that Laene had reached one hand around to stroke her clit. Within seconds, Shaena was crying out, “I’m coming! I’m coming!” just before Laene let out a low groan that told Teesia he’d reached his ecstasy, too.

  Above her, Ralen’s mighty plunges continued, and she reached up to kiss his neck, his muscular shoulder, whatever parts of him she could reach. He brought his mouth down on hers, hard, and she tasted her own cunt—tangy, salty, like the sea. “I want tomake you come,” she murmured against his lips.

  And oh, the supreme joy that filled her when she learned that was all it took—her words, her desire—to make him spill his hot semen inside her. His groans were deep and long, to match the thrusts that nailed her to the bed. They were so ferocious they almost hurt—but as she’d learned, experiencing a bit of pain for her man had a scrumptious way of heightening her pleasure, so her cries were ones of pure delight ashe drove his last inside her, then sank heavy and warm atop her in the bed.

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  Chapter Seven

  That night they slept together in Ralen’s bed, Teesia wrapped snugly in his strong arms. It was as simple as him crawling in and pulling her beneath the thin fur covering after Shaena and Laene departed, hand in hand.

  They did not speak, merely fell asleep together—although sleep gave way to sex several times through the night. It was a sweet passage of time during which sleeping and fucking and touching all blended together into one great comfort.

  Teesia awoke the next morning, amazed to open her eyes and see the two of them side by side in the viewing glass above the bed, the fur pulled to their waists. The sightof the rings on her nipples and the bejeweled cuffs still at her wrists were reminders that she remained his sex slave, but she thought she could be a very happy sex slave like this, in his bed, in his arms, unchained. After all, she’d already become content with theidea of her sensual enslavement, so mixing that with the freedom to sleep unbound and with him only made it all the sweeter.

  Upon falling back asleep and awakening again some time later, she grew disheartened to find him gone from the bed—and the room. It had been too much to hope, she supposed, that he was going to stay with her, like a real husband to a realwife, and not leave her abandoned and alone.

  She lay fretting over it, but trying not to, when the chamber’s door opened to admit him. He carried a tray of food, and what appeared to be apparel lay draped over one arm. “Help me, vixen,” he said, looking surprisingly merry, “before I drop something.”

  She scurried naked from the bed to take the tray from his hands, amazed at hisdemeanor. She’d suspected—feared—that the softer nature she’d witnessed in him lastnight would fade with the morning, given that Shaena and Laene seemed to bring it out in him and they were no longer present. But when her foot snagged in the pile of golddisks discarded to the floor at some point during the night and she nearly tripped, shecaught herself and laughed—and looked up to find her husband chuckling along with her.

  “Sit,” he said, motioning to a chair next to the small table where she lowered the tray. She obeyed, eager as ever to please him.

  His usual wicked grin held an air of playfulness. “If I let you eat by your own hand this day, you will not forget who is your master, will you?”

  “No, master, of course not.” And it was true. She liked being fed by him and felt a bit stunned that she was suddenly to feed herself.

  “Not that I wouldn’t enjoy doing it myself, wanton, for I love to watch your mouth when it wraps around a spoon, or a slice of bread— or my cock,” he stopped to flash

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  another brazen smile that warmed her pussy, “but I have business to attend to. After you eat, you may dress.” He pointed to the clothing he’d placed on the bed.

  She couldn’t have been more surprised. “Dress?” She hadn’t been dressed since their wedding.

  He nodded shortly. “I thought you might enjoy a walk outside, to see the grounds.”


  Her heartbeat sped up, even if cautiously. Despite her devotion to him, getting out of this room sounded like a gift from Ares. “If you wish it, I do, too.”

  “Keep the bracelets on, though,” he instructed.

  She told him the truth she was just now admitting to herself. “I never want to take them off, for they allow me to somehow feel you against me even when you’re not there.”

  His eyes lit with a dark fire. “Does the tail do that, as well, my wanton?”

  “Yes. Very much.”

  He smiled in earnest. “I should have put it back in before we slept last night, but Iforgot. And I would do it now, but it wouldn’t work beneath your skirt. Later, though, you shall get to wear it for me again.”

  The fissure of her ass spasmed at the promise, and she realized how much she missed the fullness there.

  “Ready yourself to go out and I shall be back soon.”

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  When Shaena breezed into the chamber a little while later, you’d never have known that just the previous night the two women had kissed and touched and rubbed their breasts together. Dressed in a pale leather frock, the maid wore the same smile as always as she carried in items to decorate Teesia’s hair.

  Teesia laughed, though, when she saw the sprigs of summer flowers in Shaena’s hand, saying, “Look at how simply I’m dressed.” She wore the clothes Ralen had brought to her, a short brown leather skirt and a thin fur vest of chestnut and cream that hugged her breasts and below. “No need for flowers in my hair.”

  But Shaena only grinned. “There is always need for flowers, in my opinion. They

  brighten everything around us.”

  True enough, Teesia thought. In a world where most things were the dull brown of ground and gray of stone, color indeed turned the air more vibrant. She’d never taken for granted the fact that she was born into enough wealth to provide her with dyes for her silk gowns and even for some of her leather garments, as well.

  She took a seat at the table where she and Ralen often ate, facing Shaena while the maid worked on her hair, smoothing it with a brush and twining some of the tiny yellow-gold flowers through her long, ebony locks. “Besides,” Shaena added, “your

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  bracelets and ankle cuffs are certainly not simple, and the flowers rather match the

  amber stone.”

  It reminded her, once more, that Ralen was wealthy, too. Flowers and sunsets were among the only color that came freely in Caralon—in their world, most such vibranthues had to be bought. Shaena’s words also drew her thoughts back to the cuffsthemselves. She’d actually forgotten she was wearing them—they seemed like such a natural part of her now.

  “You seemed well-pleasured last night,” Shaena said kindly.

  At this point, Teesia had thought the maid wouldn’t mention the previous evening, but she didn’t mind. “Very much. And you were right, Shaena. I feared being Ralen’s slave, but turns out that now I relish it.” She tilted her head, thinking. “Although Icannot deny how thrilled I am that he is taking me from this room today. I’d begun to think I might never leave, and a more normal life would be welcome.”

  Shaena smiled into her eyes. “He is gruff, but I saw real affection for you in him last night, Teesia. I sense things changing for you.”

  Teesia nodded. “I do, too.” The thought warmed her heart.

  Soon after Shaena departed, Ralen returned. “Shall we go?” he said, his voiceechoing good cheer as he took her hand. Just that simple touch, paired with the tenderness in his eyes, nearly turned her inside out. It was just as Shaena had said —things seemed different between them now.

  Stepping out into the bright Caralon sunshine was like swallowing a warm drink ofwine that oozed all through Teesia, body and soul. She turned her face up to the blue sky to soak in the comforting rays.

  “A beautiful day,” Ralen commented, clearly seeing her enjoyment.

  “Indeed.” She raised her gaze to her husband, whose dark hair shone like silk in thesunlight. “Thank you. For bringing me outside. It feels wonderful.”

  If she wasn’t mistaken, a hint of guilt flashed through his expression—something she’d never thought to see in Ralen. “I’m glad to share a walk with you, Teesia.” He squeezed her hand tighter in his large one. “I thought you might like to visit my stables.”

  “Oh yes,” she said, her spirits lifting even higher. “Nothing would make me

  happier.”

  The walk to the stables from the main fortress was a short one, and Teesia enjoyed

  seeing the elaborate stone exterior of her new home. The coast was visible in the near distance over ancient battlements that still existed from the Before Times. “I miss the

  sea,” she murmured without forethought as she drank in the scent of an ocean breeze.

  “I shall take you there,” he promised. “Would you like that?”

  She smiled up at him, nodding. “Very much, master.”

  As usual, the endearment filled his expression with the dark heat she’d learned to

  love so dearly.

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  Nearing the stables, they approached a small corral where a number of frisky horses frolicked. Teesia was immediately drawn to a lovely little sorrel with a white staron her forehead who came directly to the fencing when they grew close, allowing Teesia to feed her a palmful of grass. She stroked the animal’s neck and cooed to her, “What a pretty, friendly girl you are.”

  It warmed Ralen’s heart unexpectedly to see how taken Teesia was with the horse, the very horse he’d thought of for her. “If you’d like her,” he said, “she’s yours.”

  His bride’s eyes lit with a pure joy that trickled all through him. Ares, but she was captivating. In her sexuality. And in her purity, as well.

  Was she pure? he wondered, shocked by his own thought. Had she been as pure upon coming to him as she claimed? He’d asked himself the question less and less lately, and when he did ask it, he realized he’d slowly begun to believe in her. Deeply.

  “What’s her name?” Teesia asked, scratching the sorrel’s nose.

  Ralen couldn’t resist grinning down at her. “Vixen.”

  Her pretty, trilling laughter filled the air around him and he bent to kiss her as automatically as if they’d been married for fifty years. The mere meeting of their mouths stirred him to excitement, making his cock twitch between his thighs. There was something oddly…freeing about being out in the warm sun with her, kissing her while fresh air and the salty scent of the sea surrounded them.

  When the kiss ended, she gave her chin a saucy tilt. “What’s your horse’s name? Master?”

  He chuckled. She was a little vixen, in more ways than one. “No—actually it’s the

  very uninspired Charger. That’s him there,” he said, pointing to the shiny black stallion

  that trotted on the far side of the fenced area.

  She cast a coquettish grin. “Perhaps we could nickname your cock Charger. It doescharge into me so…”

  Growing harder, just from that—his wanton making a dirty joke—he leaned in to her hip to let her feel the evidence of his arousal. “That it does,” he purred near her ear. “And do you love it, my little vixen?”

  She awarded him with another tantalizing grin, her blue eyes filled with the heat he adored. “You know I do, master,” she said softly. Then she looked back to the corral. Vixen had sauntered away and now shared a trough of grain with Charger nearby. “They make nearly as handsome a couple as you and I.”

  “Perhaps I shall consider breeding the two next year when Vixen is of the right age,” he said, the thought just occurring to him. “See what sort of lovely little colt they produce together.”

  She bit her lip, peering up at him. “I have no doubt their offspring would be veryfine.”

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  And quick as that, he found himself bending to giv
e her yet another kiss—this oneslight, only on the forehead—but it happened without his quite deciding to do it, which took him aback.

  “Shall we go for a ride together?” he asked to cover his unease. “We could take the horses up the beach if you’d like.”

  Again, her eyes lit and it was like the first burst of sunlight beaming over the horizon at dawn. “Yes, that sounds wonderful!”

  Ralen instructed one of his stablemen to bring the two mounts out, and soon he and Teesia were riding up the coastline, the horses’ hooves leaving two soft trails in thesand. “You ride well,” he said, taking note of the way her body swayed comfortably with the horse’s movements, and also remembering the fearless way she’d climbed upon the mounting block outside the corral.

  “I’ve not ridden much,” she admitted, glancing over at him. “The horses my father owns are used primarily by he and his men, but I’ve relished the opportunities I’ve had, often begging my father to give me lessons when he’s had the time. I’m very fond of horses.”

  “As am I,” he agreed with a smile, thinking how fortuitous it was that he should end up with a wife who possessed that particular affinity. Horses were so rare in most parts of Caralon that many viewed them as animals best left in the hands of warriors. Few realized how gentle horses could be, and Ralen had always appreciated the animals’ ability to be both docile and strong.

  Without quite making the conscious decision to do so, Ralen found himself sharing with Teesia his vision for breeding enough horses to supply his entire army with them, and others to sell. “I wouldn’t want to let them get into the hands of our enemies to the north, of course, but your father, or men like Dane of Rawley, could strengthen their forces mightily.”