He closed his eyes, willing the heated vision away, figuring he could control at least that much—but shutting out the sight of her helped not at all when she ran the fringedend of the crop up the length of his stiff rod. He couldn’t hold in his moan.
Next, her mouth replaced the crop at his shaft—he didn’t need to see that to know the feeling, either. She was licking him, from base to tip, a slow torture that heated theblood in his veins no matter how he tried not to respond. “Damnable woman, you areevil,” he bit out.
“No, I am your mistress, and I am going to make you obey me, slave.”
“I will not,” he said through clenched teeth, opening his eyes to glower at her.
Another useless pull at the ties. He needed to be free. He detested this, having his control taken. It made him feel weak…on the inside. Just like Banya had once made him feel. Like his father had always made him feel. He hated the emotion more than anything on the earth.
“You will,” she said, her confidence still fully in place.
Who on earth was this woman? Not his sweet, obedient, playful Teesia. Certainly
not the woman he loved.
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She took his cock full in her mouth and as much as he wanted to look away, hecouldn’t. Her sexuality was too raw, too open and beautiful, not to watch—even now. And Ares above, when she sucked him, he felt it everywhere. He gritted his teeth against the pleasure, wishing it away, but it wouldn’t go. He didn’t want this to feelgood—he would not let it.
But, Ares help him, it did feel good. Too horribly good. He even thrust toward her mouth, unable to help himself. Yes, yes, vixen, suck me. So good. Your mouth is so sweet andhot on me.
Yet no—he could not want this, could not let her think she controlled him. It tookall his might, but he forced himself to stop thrusting. He tried to hold his breath, think of other things, anything—anything to quit feeling it.
Only, just like pulling at the silk ties, resistance was useless. She took him so deep,sucked him so well, he couldn’t not push back against her, couldn’t not lift his ass from the table to meet her prettily swollen lips.
And then he stopped trying not to thrust—in fact, he thrust hard, harder, thinking to punish her this way. If she wanted to suck his cock so badly, then he would fuck her mouth as severely as he could, until she pulled back, admitting defeat.
Only—for Ares’ sake!—she didn’t pull back. She merely sucked him harder. No matter how he thrust at her tender mouth, she met him with the same intensity, thebattle waging onward.
Ah, vixen. Soon he would come. Come so hard. Her ministrations echoed like rollsof thunder through his whole body now, and her ferocious eagerness had only added to the unquenchable fire in his veins. Going to come. In her mouth. So good. So hard. That’s all he could think of now. Her mouth. His cock. Pleasure. Deep, searing pleasure—out ofcontrol. Thrust, thrust. Yes, yes. Soon. Almost.
Then she stopped.
His cock dropped heavy against his stomach and he let out a ferocious groan at theloss.
She met his gaze overtop of it, her eyes more than feral now—she was reckless, demanding, an untamed animal. “Call me mistress.”
The sound that left him was a growl as he yanked at the ties.
“ Call me mistress,” she demanded, her upper lip curling slightly, her voice labored. “Beg me. Beg me to make you come.”
He wanted her mouth back on his cock so badly that he was writhing against the table, lifting it toward her involuntarily. But he kept his own mouth closed, willing himself to get hold of his body, his mind, to get back his control.
“Say it, slave. Beg me.”
Dear Ares, now even the harsh tone of her voice was adding to his want. He clenched his teeth tighter, the words on the tip of his tongue. Please. Suck me, mistress. It
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would be so easy—and then he’d have what he wanted, needed, so badly. But he let out a huge breath. “No.”
Without warning, she picked up the crop and snapped it against his erect cock. He cried out and glared at her in horror—but then let his head drop back with a forlorn sigh, for even that had felt good. Ares help me.
“You will,” she said, her voice a bit softer now. “You will beg me, Ralen. I promise you, you will beg me.”
“No,” he said again.
At which point he suffered the agony of watching her straddle him and begin rubbing her cunt back and forth over the ridge of his cock. She looked no less than tantalizing hovering above him that way, her lush breasts beautifully on display, her sweet pink pussy pressing wet and warm around his shaft. “You will beg me,” she said, her voice heated with pleasure now. “You will say whatever I tell you to say.”
And then she wrapped her fist around him, held his erection upright, and impaled herself on it, so smoothly you’d think she’d been doing it for a lifetime. They both moaned at the thick warmth of the entry.
Oh, but she felt good sheathing him. Riding him. Once more, he couldn’t resist driving himself up into her, deeper, harder—he had to have more of her, needed desperately to find his release. She fucked him vigorously, her breasts bouncing, her dark hair falling like clouds the color of midnight over her shoulder, and— yes, yes— soon he would come.
That’s when she went still. “Beg me, Ralen. Beg me not to stop.”
He pulled in his breath, let it back out. Begged her in his mind— please, please—butrefused to give it voice. He wouldn’t. Couldn’t.
Instead, he thrust up into her hard.
She closed her eyes—pleasure shrouded with a sweet bit of pain, if he read her face correctly—and he thought she would not be able to resist either, that she would resume the ride he needed so badly.
So it nearly killed him when she rose neatly off him, leaving his cock so desperately in need as it dropped wetly down to his belly, abandoned by her.
He shuddered uncontrollably and hated that she could see how affected he was by her wicked performance. He closed his eyes, attempting again to come to grips withthis, to convince himself this one round of sex didn’t matter, that he didn’t need it, thathis mind could rule his body if he tried hard enough—but when he opened them back,he found his wife turning away from him on the bed, her knees planted on either side ofhis leg, one slender arm stretched sensually up the swirled wooden post, the other reaching for the crop.
He was instantly riveted—by the sight of her lovely curving ass, her pussy pouting pinkly underneath, and by wondering what would come next. What was she going to do with that crop?
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Strike him? He hated himself for hoping she might, for knowing he’d welcome the
sensation.
Only she didn’t hit him with it—no, her actions were much more sinister. Arching her ass toward him, she positioned the crop’s smooth handle at her asshole and slowly, methodically began to ease it inside.
He thought his body would burst apart from the brutal arousal—layer after layer ofit, and now this! He couldn’t take it. “No! No, stop it!”
She pushed the crop deeper, beginning to gently move her ass, fucking herself there. Only then did she peer brazenly over her shoulder. “Why not? You like to watch my ass open, don’t you, slave? You like to watch my ass take something inside it.”
“You are vicious!” he spat.
She, however, remained brazenly calm. “You will beg.”
Ralen watched, entranced, his body ready to ignite. Damn it all, he wanted loose from this bed. He wanted to be the one fucking her ass with that crop. Him. He had to
have control. Had to have it. At all costs.
The ultimate pleasure-pain? It was this —being pleasured and having hismasculinity dashed at the same time.
Only it wasn’t real pleasure, like he’d given her. It was not something he wanted tohate but didn’t. He truly hated it. Hated how excited he was. Hated how hungry hiscock
remained. Hated his inability to resist her while he was helpless.
Each slide of the crop into the tiny opening of her ass was a torture to him. He hadto give her that pleasure! Him and him alone! Why was she doing this to him?
He enjoyed a small measure of relief when she finally let the crop fall to the stonefloor next to the bed, but then she straddled his hips once more—and to his utter amazement, she leaned back, reached down, and slowly began to glide his cock into her
ass. He groaned, both from the sensation and the sight of her lowering her anal passage over him, taking inch after inch of his rod inside herself there. He couldn’t fathom her ability to do this without his help, and he also couldn’t prevent his moans of deep pleasure from leaking out. It was too much. Too much.
And then she moved on him—leaned her weight back on her arms behind her and lifted herself up and down, slowly fucking him with her tight little ass, pushing himcloser and closer to explosion, until finally she said, her voice wrenched with intensity, “Beg me. Beg me or I will stop right now.”
He couldn’t let her stop. He couldn’t bear it. He could barely breathe under theweight of his excitement. The words came in a slow, painful whisper. “I’m begging you…mistress.” He hated himself for his weakness.
But she clearly couldn’t see that. Or she didn’t care. Clearly, all that mattered to her was winning. “Tell me you’re my slave.”
He let out a breath. Pleasure had never been more agonizing. “I’m…your…slave.”
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The light of satisfaction beamed in her eyes as she reached down to begin stroking herself, whirling her longest finger in a circle over her grandly swollen clit. As she eased her ass up and down, the movements grew slightly rougher and he pushed back, fucking her tightest opening, watching her arousal heighten, watching her finger move faster and faster over that beautiful knob of flesh at the top of her slit.
“Oh! Oh Ralen!” she cried out, and as she came, he exploded, driving up into her snug anal tunnel, finally able to release everything that had built up so painfully insidehim. He growled his release with three gruff thrusts, and for those few brief seconds, heaven was his.
Unfortunately, however, when he opened his eyes afterward, he was still tied to thebed, his wife’s helpless captive—and nothing was as it had been before.
He could scarcely believe it when she had the audacity to smile as she climbed off him. And when she spoke, she sounded utterly joyful. “Now you know,” she said as merrily as if they’d just shared a fun, playful coupling. “Now you know a bit of what Ifeel when I submit to you.”
No, he didn’t know. Could never know. For her, submission was true joy. For him, it
was not, and she just didn’t understand. Didn’t understand—and had
ruined…everything.
He looked up into the blue, blue eyes he’d fallen in love with and said, “I hate you.”
Teesia couldn’t have been more stunned. “What?”
“I hate you for this,” he said, his voice dry, wooden.
Oh Ares. Oh no. What had she done? She covered her mouth with her hand.
She’d only been trying to deepen their mutual pleasure, and even when he’d resisted, she’d been sure that by the time it was done he’d know the pure delights she experienced in the same position. She’d been sure—but now she knew she’d been
wrong.
Perhaps the anguish in his eyes during the sex should have told her. But had shenot suffered anguish at the start, too?
Still, only now did she grasp the truth—the truth that suddenly seemed so plain and clear to see. Ralen was not a man who ever wanted to submit, only to master. Shaena had told her that. As had Ralen himself. Why hadn’t she listened?
Her heart sank in her chest. She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t believe she’d just recklessly taken what had so carefully and tentatively grown between them anddashed it against the rocks like a ship at sea. “Oh Ralen,” she said sadly, at a loss, kneeling next to him.
He yanked against the silk scarves again, wildly, and the look on his face told herall was truly lost. He truly hated her. And there was no fixing it.
When he got loose from the ties, he would probably rip her limb from limb.
“Untie me, you heartless whore!”
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She shrank back under the ferocity of his words, truly frightened of him—in a way she’d never been before, even on their wedding night.
She knew instinctively that he’d never forgive her—that their happiness was a thing of the past.
At a loss for what to do, she leapt from the bed, grabbed up the clothes she’d discarded, and fled the room without looking back.
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Chapter Ten
There seemed to Teesia only one answer, and that was to run.
She loved Ralen now, loved him desperately, and was crushed by what had justhappened, but it was her own fault, and irreparable. Why, oh why, was I so stupid? Why did I think I knew him so well, better than he knew himself? Well, that didn’t matter now, all that mattered was getting away from the fortress before Ralen got free. She truly believed he might rip her to shreds in his anger—and she almost couldn’t blame him.
Racing across the cool grass toward the stables, unnoticed—she hoped—by the night watchmen, she thanked Ares for the nearly full moon that lit her way. It was easyto find Vixen in the corral and lure her with a handful of clover. A moment later, Teesiahad bridled the sorrel and led the horse to the mounting block, where she climbedastride her.
As her cunt stretched over the horse’s back, still sensitive from sex, she was forced to remember her husband—both the horrible scene that she’d just brought about as wellas all the wonder, all the passion and joy she’d experienced in his arms. “Oh Ralen,” shesobbed quietly.
But this is no time for tears. You must be strong if you are to make your way home to Myrtell.
It should be simple, she thought. Follow the beach—and in a day or two she wouldbe home. Maybe even sooner, for she planned to press Vixen into a gallop for as long as the horse was able, figuring the farther away she got from Charelton before the sun rose, the better.
And yes, Ralen would likely come for her at her father’s fortress, and she wasn’t sure what would happen then, but at least this was a temporary reprieve. If her father wouldn’t protect her, perhaps she’d head farther north and inland to her sister’s home in Rawley. Maybe Maven and Dane would hide her there until Ralen tired of searchingfor his “heartless whore” of a wife.
The words still burned, and the memory of the look in his eyes tormented her, but itwas too late now. As Vixen neared the dunes that would give way to the sandy coastline, Teesia looked over her shoulder at the fortress in the distance from which she’d just fled. “Goodbye, my dear Ralen,” she said softly. “I love you, and I’m so sorry I hurt you.”
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“Laene! Shaena! Someone get into this chamber—now!”
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He couldn’t believe it! First she’d emasculated him—now the little hoyden had left
him trussed up like a deer brought home from the hunt.
“ Shaena! Are you out there?” The walls were too thick, he knew—he simply had to hope someone would pass by the door and hear him bellowing.
Reduced to crying out for help like a child, he thought bitterly. And then he shook his head against the bed, still trying to fathom why Teesia had done this to him.
But perhaps it was simple—she was paying him back, reminding him how badly he’d treated her in the beginning. She was punishing someone who truly deserved to be punished, he supposed. As for the pleasant times they’d shared more recently, he could only presume it was all pretense on her part—her way of building his trust so that she could enact her grand scheme to humiliate him.
“Laene! Shaena! Anyon
e! Is anyone in this entire fortress awake?”
Just then, the door opened and Shaena burst in—horror reshaping her face when she saw him.
“Don’t just stand there. Untie me!” he barked.
“Where is Teesia?” she asked, moving to the top corner of the bed to work at the
silk scarf.
“Gone. But when I find her…” he began through clenched teeth.
“When you find her, what?”
He shook his head, still so deeply entrenched in his anger that he didn’t care who might be right or wrong—he only knew he wanted to do her harm, wanted to make her pay now. “I don’t know what I’ll do to the evil girl, but I can promise you this—she’s made a fool of me for the first and last time.”
Above him, Shaena let out a heavy breath. “Made a fool of you? Is that all you can see that happened here?”
He looked up at her, met her gaze. “You knew.”
As one wrist came free, he folded his hand into a fist, trying to get the feeling back into it. Shaena broke the gaze and made her way around to where his other hand wasbound. “I knew you wouldn’t like it, and I told her that—but yes, I knew her plan. And I hoped maybe I was wrong, that maybe you would be more charitable to the idea of permitting Teesia to have a little control in your relationship.”
He swung his gaze around to look at her in her new spot. “Control in our relationship, she could have had— did have. Control in this bed, like this —” he motionedto his bindings, “—no, that just isn’t in me.”
Shaena nodded as she fought at the knot. “Even so, she was simply tryingto…surprise you.”
“It worked,” he grunted.
“And ultimately to please you,” she went on pointedly. “She thought that since she enjoyed submitting to you so deeply that you might discover you enjoyed submission, too.”
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