“I see you have found my sanctuary,” he said his expression impassive, not giving her any indication of how he felt about her stumbling upon this private room.
“Majesty, may I ask questions of you?” Awai asked. “May we drop formalities for now?”
He gave a slow nod. “Yes, my tigress.”
Awai gestured toward the portrait labeled Mikaela. “I read a little bit about your sister in your history books. Why did she turn on you all?”
Ty’s jaw tightened. “She was the youngest and for some reason our parents did not give her a portion of the greater Kingdom of Tarok. She resented that, and her resentment grew into a bleak mood that never departed. According to the sorceress’s magical cards, Mikaela mind-seduced Balin, the King of Malachad, and became his Queen. To seek vengeance on our parents, mostly. And us, for holding a place in our parents’ esteem that she evidently did not.”
Awai turned to Ty. “The last book I found ended shortly after it was discovered she was behind the mindspells. What’s happened since then?”
“When our people could no longer bear children,” Ty continued, “Kalina read the cards and learned that Mikaela was using powerful mindspells with our women, invading their dreams and making our women believe they are infertile.”
He held his hands behind his back as he spoke, gazing only at the portrait. “When my brothers brought their mates to our world, she attacked, tried to harm each of the women.”
Horror swept through Awai and her eyes widened as she realized he was talking about her nieces. “Did she hurt them?”
His gaze moved to hers and his eyes softened. “They were each injured, but not badly. You should be proud to know that your kin are such brave women.”
Awai’s mind whirled at the thought of Annie, Alice, and Alexi being in such danger. “Will Mikaela attack again? Is it possible that she could hurt them, or worse?”
Ty frowned. “We thought Mikaela to be dead. When she tried to harm Annie, Mikaela fell from a cliff to the rocks below. Her body should have been smashed, but when Karn searched for her, she was gone. He believed her body was swept out to sea.”
Awai turned to the portrait of the beautiful woman with laughter in her blue eyes. It was so difficult to imagine her as evil and capable of harming anyone. “And now?”
A low rumble rose up in Ty’s chest and she recognized it as frustration mingled with anger. “The sorceress believes we are in danger once again. She cannot discern if it is Mikaela or another dark force, but we must be prepared whatever the case.”
He turned to Awai and brought her into his embrace. He smelled so good, and it felt so good to be in his arms. “My brothers will never allow harm to come to their mates. And I will never allow anyone to hurt you, my tigress.”
She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Don’t worry. I’m not helpless.”
Ty took Awai by the hand and they walked through the palace, outdoors and into the warm spring sunshine. He enjoyed the feel of her small hand in his, her lithe body brushing against him. He needed to reestablish protocol, but he also wanted her to have something familiar to do, a part of her prior life, that would give her a sense of comfort.
When they reached a clearing in the cherry grove, Ty said, “Time for questions is over, and you must refer to me as Majesty.”
Awai nodded and straightened her stance. “Yes, Your Majesty.”
He held out his palm and with his magic called forth her whip and it appeared in his palm.
Her eyes widened. When he handed it to her a surprised expression crossed her face, but she took it without question.
Ty folded his arms across his chest. “I would like a demonstration of your skill with the whip.”
Awai smiled as she grasped her whip. “Yes, Majesty.”
They spent the next couple of hours with Awai displaying her talent with the whip and even teaching Ty a thing or two. He produced objects that she would snatch from his hand with a crack of her whip, the leather never touching him. He had never seen anyone so adept at handling a whip, save for his sister Mikaela.
By the time they finished, Awai was laughing, her blue eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed. He brought her close and her laughter faded as she stared up at him. The whip curled around their legs as if it had a mind of its own.
“You are so precious, tigress,” he murmured and brushed his lips over hers. “So very precious. Keep up your skills with your chosen weapon daily, at least two hours per day, without fail.”
“Yes, Majesty,” Awai murmured, and Ty could not help but kiss her again.
* * * * *
That evening, Awai waited for Ty inside the dungeon, her back to the doors, her hands behind her and her stance wide. She was dressed in another miniscule white leather outfit. It had a tiny skirt and her chest was covered by a kind of strapless leather top, only there were holes where her breasts were, showing them to their full advantage. Her breasts were high and firm and the golden clubs dangled from her engorged nipples.
This time Kalina had massaged warm almond-scented oil into Awai’s flesh after waxing her pussy. Awai always liked how it felt to have her mound and pussy lips waxed to feel soft and supple, and she knew that Ty loved it, too.
She shivered with anticipation as she waited for him. Likely he was taking his time, allowing her imagination to run wild, wondering what he would do to her. She was surprised at just how much she enjoyed her role as his sex slave, and how much she was looking forward to him coming for her now.
And she prayed that this time he would actually fuck her.
The moment he entered the dungeon, she sensed it with every fiber of her being. A gentle whooshing sound came from the doors opening and closing behind her, and a shiver trailed her spine as she heard the soft sound of paws coming toward her. Ty was in his tiger form.
He nudged her bottom with his large tiger head and she trembled. Are you ready, tigress? he murmured in thought-speak.
“Yes, Majesty,” she said, her pussy growing even wetter with anticipation.
He sniffed and gave a rumble of approval. Yes, my slave. You are indeed prepared for me. Do you wish me to fuck you now?
Awai barely held back a moan. They hadn’t even started and he was already torturing her with thoughts of him driving his cock into her core. “Yes, Your Majesty,” she said. “I want you to fuck me.”
Good. He padded around her and roared when he saw her naked breasts through her leather top. You tease me, wench. You must be punished.
She bit the inside of her lip as she looked down at the tiger and into his vivid blue eyes. He nudged the front of her tiny skirt, raising it slightly, then lapped at her folds with his rough tongue.
A cry escaped her throat and she barely remained standing, barely kept her hands behind her back. She wanted to grab his massive tiger head and hold him still, have him lap at her folds until he brought her to a fiery climax.
Ty growled his approval as Awai’s pussy flooded with her sweet cream. He shifted, rising up to tower over her as a man. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes dark with desire.
He palmed her breasts that protruded from the leather binding her chest. “Yes, you must pay for teasing me so.” He pulled at her nipples, making the ache blend into a need so deep she could almost come from his touch upon her breasts. “Lie upon your back on the preparation table, slave,” he ordered, pointing toward a white leather and mahogany table.
“Yes, Majesty.” Awai visibly trembled with arousal as she obeyed him.
When she was flat on her back he commanded, “Raise your knees and spread your thighs.”
He stood at the end of the table and smiled as he studied her lovely folds and her swollen clit. Within her line of sight, he held out his hand and called forth a clamp. He held it up for her to see and her eyes widened when she saw what it was.
Awai’s excitement rose. She’d heard female subs say how much they enjoyed the feel of the clamp, but she hadn’t tried it herself. And now Ty was looking at her with h
is intense gaze holding it where she could see it. The clamp looked like a very short bobby pin with a golden club dangling from one end.
She swallowed as he lowered his hands toward her pussy. Her thighs trembled, waiting for that moment when he would clamp it over her clit.
He paused. “Do you wish to have my sign of ownership upon your beautiful quim?” he asked with one eyebrow raised.
Awai clenched her hands. “Whatever pleases you, Majesty.”
“Make not a sound,” he commanded, and in the next second he slid the clamp on her clit.
She gasped and arched her back at the intense pleasure. Amazingly there was no pain, just firm pressure that increased her lust.
Ty studied her for a moment. “I instructed you to remain quiet, slave, and you failed me.”
“I am sorry, Majesty,” she said, her voice trembling from the unusual sensations she was experiencing.
“More punishment is in order.” He held out his hand and Awai grasped it, allowing him to pull her to her feet.
The club charm dangled against her pussy, stimulating more excitement as she walked. It was an incredibly sexy feeling as he led her across the dungeon to the corner where there was a cage with crystal bars. He gestured to the open door and said, “Get into the cage, slave.”
Chapter Ten
Awai’s heart pounded and her mouth grew dry. Was he going to lock her up and leave her? She knew he would do nothing to hurt her and she could always say her safe word. But would he hear her if she cried out to him?
When she hesitated, his voice came out in a low rumble. “Do you wish for me to add another punishment?”
She shook her head and knelt down on her hands and knees and crawled into the cage. The floor was a deep white carpet that was soft beneath her as she sat on it and looked up at him through the crystal bars.
He shut the cage door and waved his hand, and she heard the sound of a lock clicking into his place. She sat up, her legs curled beside her and her hands in her lap.
Her pussy had a delicious ache from the clamp and she wondered if she touched her incredibly sensitive clit, how fast she would come.
As if hearing her thoughts, Ty said, “Raise your hands and grasp one of the bars above you.”
“Yes, Majesty,” Awai replied as she obeyed him.
Ty produced a length of the magical golden rope he so often used. He bound her wrists to the bar and then reached through the side bars and tightened each of her nipple rings. “Sit on your ass and spread your thighs, slave,” he commanded when he finished.
Awai felt wanton and erotic as she obeyed. Her leather skirt climbed up to her waist and when she glanced down she saw that the top of her clit above the clamp was dark, engorged with blood. It looked and felt so sexy.
He rose to a standing position, stepped back, and smiled. “You make a lovely picture, my tigress. Perhaps I should have one of the court artists come and produce a portrait for me.”
Her cheeks warmed at the thought of a strange man coming in and seeing her bound and helpless in the crystal cage.
“Would you like that, slave?” Ty asked.
Awai answered in the only way she could. “If it pleases you, Majesty.”
He nodded. “It might.” And then he pivoted on his booted heel and walked away, out through the dungeon doors.
In the quiet that followed, blood rushed in her ears. She quivered in anticipation and a bit of fear, wondering how long he would keep her locked up and if he truly would send someone to paint her portrait.
It seemed like hours before he returned, but in reality it was probably thirty minutes at best. Awai’s arms ached and her nipples and clit were so sensitized from the tightened rings and the clamp.
His boot steps echoed across the marble floor and her fear and excitement rose, one feeding off the other. When he reached the cage he propped his hands at his hips and stared down at her. She had to tilt her head back to clearly see him. He looked magnificent with his long blond hair, his broad tanned chest, his black leather pants and his black lace-up boots. He was definitely a rogue of a man and she belonged to him.
With a wave of his hand he spelled away his clothing with his magic, leaving his gorgeous body entirely naked. He stroked his shaft, his eyes focused on Awai as he taunted her. “Do you wish to suck my cock? Or would you prefer to have me fuck you?”
Awai licked her dry lips. “I wish for only your pleasure, Majesty.”
“On your knees, slave,” Ty ordered, his voice rough, his eyes sparking with desire. “Come closer so that I might feel your mouth upon my cock.”
“Yes, Majesty.” The rope binding her wrists slid along the bar above her so that she easily reached him. He moved up to the cage, his cock thrusting toward her through the bars.
With her arms still tied above her head, Awai slid him into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. He gave a deep purr as he grasped her by her hair and began pumping in and out of her.
“You have a very talented mouth, slave,” he murmured, his voice deep and sexy. “Perhaps I shall just fuck your mouth and leave you here until the morrow.”
Awai could say nothing, her mouth filled with his cock. She sucked him harder, more urgently, praying that he wouldn’t leave her here. She could say her safe word, but she wanted him so badly she almost couldn’t stand the ache.
He thrust in and out of her mouth, harder and faster. He was so big she knew he took care not to go too deep and not to hurt her.
Her breasts bounced and the clamp on her clit gave her such a delicious ache that she was afraid she would climax again and earn another punishment.
Ty’s breathing grew ragged and he pulled his cock from her mouth. It glistened with moisture and was so incredibly large and hard. The head was purple and engorged, and veins stood out along the sides.
His voice was a low roar as he said, “Turn so that your back is to me and your ass against the bars.”
It was a bit of a struggle with her wrists bound, but Awai was able to turn so that she was supported from the front by the rope ties, her ass against the bars. Her pussy was drenched with her excitement and she could smell her own desire.
Ty moved behind her and rubbed her ass through the bars. “Beautiful slave,” he murmured. “You are mine to treasure, mine to command, and you are mine to fuck.”
Awai moaned. God, she was so turned on she could scream. “I am yours, Majesty,” she whispered.
He eased his hand into her slick folds and growled his pleasure as he pulled at her clit clamp. With his free hand he reached through the bars and grabbed one of her breasts and tugged at the nipple ring.
She was so damn on the edge. “Please may I come, Majesty?” she cried as she pulled against her bonds, her body trembling with the effort to hold herself back.
“Not yet, slave.” His rough tongue lapped at the soft skin of her ass, leaving a trail of warm moisture that cooled as he moved to another part of her buttocks.
Sweat was rolling down Awai’s face in her effort to keep from climaxing. While he licked her ass, he continued to fondle her breast and play with her clit. The sensations were wild, unbelievable.
When Ty bit her ass she thought she was a goner from the sweet pain and pleasure of it. She managed—barely—to keep from falling over the edge.
“Very good.” He released her clit and her nipple and grabbed her hips. Awai almost sobbed with relief as he placed the head of his cock against her pussy. The clamp on her clit was just short enough that he fit into her and she could experience both sensations at once.
“You are mine slave,” he said as he slid a fraction into her. “Tell me you are mine.”
“I am yours, Majesty.” Her words almost came out choked with need. “Do with me what you will. I am yours.”
Ty gave a fierce growl as he grabbed her hips tighter and slammed his cock into her core. Awai screamed.
He was so thick, the length perfect. Filling her, driving to her center, pushing her excitement to levels
she had never experienced.
She had known it would be good—but this good?
Damn!
All the sensations flooded her at once—the clit clamp, the tightened nipple rings, her bonds, the cold bars of the cage hard against her ass, and Ty’s cock deep inside her pussy.
So right, so perfect.
Despite all her practicing at controlling her body’s reactions, she came almost at once, fireworks exploding in her mind and her cry echoing throughout the dungeon. Ty continued fucking her, slamming her ass against the bars, the pain unbelievably pleasurable.
Again and again she climaxed, but Ty didn’t stop. He growled and roared and fucked her until stars filled her vision. Is it possible to die from too much pleasure? she wondered as another orgasm wracked her body.
This time Ty’s roar shook the dungeon as he came, his fluid shooting into her core. He thrust several times more then held her ass tight against the bars while his cock continued to throb inside her.
Awai sagged against her bonds, her body too boneless to move, too exhausted to think. Soft ripples of her last climax continued to roll through her as Ty slipped his cock out of her pussy.
“You came without permission, slave,” he murmured. “I counted eight times. Shall we begin your punishments now?”
* * * * *
Awai sat beside a pool in the palace gardens, her legs curled up under her and braced one arm in the grass at her side while she watched the fish in the pool. They were beautiful and colorful, like everything else in this incredible world.
Her body ached in a sweetly-used way and she never remembered feeling happier in her life.
In the weeks that followed that first time in the cage, Ty and Awai had spent more hours in the dungeon, and she found herself anticipating every new thing he did with her—from having her hang upside down while giving him a blowjob, to sex in a swing, and so many things she’d never dreamed anyone could do.
She had no doubt that Ty was always alert for any sign of distress or discomfort, but so far she had enjoyed everything he’d done with her.
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