Kept by Seduction

by Jaymie Holland

“Then cherries it is.” Ty gave a soft laugh that tickled her spine. “You have nothing to fear from me, my lovely. I am your king. I will take care of you and make sure you are safe, always.”

  “Thank you, Majesty.” Awai relaxed against the cross.

  The rough feel of the leather whip trailed across her shoulders and back. “Do you know why you are being punished, slave?”

  “Yes, Majesty.” Awai shifted against her bonds. “I climaxed without your permission and I did not refer to you as you instructed me.”

  “That is correct, my beauty.”

  The whip slithered over her shoulder, across her breasts, and then up her neck. Awai sighed at the sensual feel of the whip gliding over her body. A nervous tingling, a sense of both anticipation and a little bit of fear, heated her body.

  “You are as precious as the rarest of flowers.” He nuzzled her hair and continued to trail the whip over her body. “Like the cherry blossoms, you are to be treasured and loved in my kingdom.”

  Awai tensed at the word “love” but relaxed again as Ty moved away and skimmed her back and ass with the whip. She even felt it through the buttery soft leather of the thigh-high boots. Her body was relaxed against the cross, her golden bonds keeping her firmly tied to its surface.

  When she realized the whip was no longer caressing her, she stiffened, waiting for the first blow. Cherries, she reminded herself. If I don’t enjoy this, all I have to say is “cherries.”

  The lash landed across her butt cheeks, barely a kiss and a light sting. Again the lash fell, and again. Each lash was a little stronger than the last, but Awai found herself relaxing before tensing in anticipation of the next one. The pain and pleasure intermingled like a chill wind on her cheeks on an icy cold day. Sharp at first, but then cool, and the bitter pain was welcome.

  Desire grew within her as Ty whipped her flesh. She grew wetter, her nipples hard and aching from the nipple rings. It was an amazing feeling—this stinging pleasure that brought her closer to orgasm with every stroke.

  When she was about to beg him to let her come, the lashes stopped. Awai sagged against her bonds, her body burning from the lashes and burning for Ty.

  He moved behind her again, pushed her hair from her neck, and kissed her nape, just above her collar. “You look so beautiful standing here.” He skimmed his lips over her skin and she shivered. “Your body pink from my lashes, my sign of ownership. Would you like me to fuck you now, slave?”

  “Please.” Awai wished she could turn into his arms, but her bonds held her tight. “Please, Your Majesty, take me.”

  Ty rubbed his palm over her ass and smiled to himself as he slipped his fingers into her wetness. “Yes, you are ready for me.” He brought his fingers to his mouth and he tasted Awai on his tongue.

  He wanted nothing more than to take her now, but he had to maintain his role, to show her how much she enjoyed being dominated by her king.

  “I am not yet finished with your punishments, my sweet.” He knelt and with his magic he removed the golden rope tying one booted ankle to the cross. Once he freed it, he made sure Awai’s foot was firmly beneath her on the marbled floor. He repeated the process with her other ankle. Her legs trembled and he knew he would need to make sure she didn’t fall when he released her.

  As he rose, he kissed the bared flesh above her boots and lightly ran his tongue over her naked pussy. Awai moaned and arched toward him, but he only smiled and continued to work his way up over her firm ass to the sensitive spot at the small of her back.

  She whimpered and then shivered as he ran his tongue from the crack of her ass, slowly up her spine to her shoulder blades. He gripped her waist with both hands and licked his way up to her neck again to the collar around her elegant throat.

  “Are you ready to be freed from the cross?” he asked as he nestled his body tight to hers, his erection pressed to her lower back.

  “Yes, Majesty,” she murmured.

  With his magic, Ty removed the bonds and sent the golden ropes back to the table of his favorite pleasure toys. He caught Awai to him at the same moment he released her, holding her tight until he felt she could stand on her own.

  He turned her to face him so she was in his embrace. “Are you ready for your next punishment?”

  CHAPTER TEN

  TY HELD BACK A SMILE FROM HIS FUTURE QUEEN. Awai’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide as she looked up at him. “Yes, Majesty.”

  “That’s a good girl.” He took her arm and escorted her to the leather altar in one corner of the chamber. “Have you ever been punished with hot wax?”

  Awai’s gaze shot up to meet Ty’s and a mixture of fear and excitement filled her again. “You mean wax play, Your Majesty?”

  One of Ty’s brows raised a notch. “Perhaps.” He patted the leather platform in front of her. “Climb onto the altar and lie on your back.”

  Awai did feel like a sacrificial virgin—er, woman—as she climbed onto the white padded leather altar. It was soft, the finest of leathers, and she figured that no sacrificial altar had ever felt so good.

  Ty strapped her down, spread eagle, with those golden ropes he always made appear out of nowhere. As before, he used slow, sensual movements, tracing her legs and thighs with the ropes and with his fingertips. He teased her nipples with the ropes and tugged at her nipple charms, adjusting the loops so they were even firmer around her already taut nubs.

  When she was splayed out for his enjoyment and her punishment, the nervousness in her belly increased. Ty produced a candle in his palm, another display of magic that seemed to come so naturally to him.

  Ty flicked his fingers and a small flame burst atop the candle that was a deep shade of mulberry and smelled of raspberries when it started to burn. The flame flickered and danced, its bluish-yellow flame almost mesmerizing.

  Awai had never felt as vulnerable as she did at that moment. Even being whipped on the cross had been different from being splayed out on this “altar.” At least on the cross her back had been to him. Now he could see all of her—from her facial expressions to her rouged nipples, to her wide, open folds.

  “This is made from a special wax that is not too hot and will not harm your skin.” He held the candle over one of her breasts. “Are you ready?”

  She could already see the wax pooling at its top and a bead dripping down its side. “Yes, Majesty.” He tilted the candle over her nipple and she shut her eyes tight, then gasped as the wax burned, then cooled. Pain then pleasure.

  “Watch,” he demanded, and she opened her eyes.

  She looked up to see his gaze, his eyes as blue as the crystal waters in the Bahamas, and she became lost in those eyes. He could do anything to her and she knew she would enjoy it. All in that one moment she knew for a fact that he would never hurt her, would never cause her pain beyond what was enjoyable.

  Her gaze followed his as he looked to her nipple and dribbled wax over the taut nub and the nipple ring. Again the burning feeling and then a sense of bliss as the wax rolled down her firm globe to the hollow between her breasts. Awai sighed and gave herself up to the constant sensations of heat then coolness, pain then pleasure.

  It was a craft that Ty took great enjoyment in, turning his future mate into a work of art. After he had dribbled lines of wax over her breasts, he created a trail down her belly, and around the shooting star at her bellybutton. Ah, but he enjoyed seeing this woman so purely, so beautiful in all her splendor. He again tilted the candle and Awai gasped as he dripped the wax over the fullness of her waxed mound.

  Always he watched for signs of distress, waiting for what she called her “safe word.” Awai’s expression was one of fear, anticipation, and bliss, constantly changing as he allowed the wax to coat her body.

  When he had finished with the scented wax, he used his magic to put out the fire on that candle and send it back to his table of implements. He then retrieved an ivory candle with an almond scent and started the process once again.

  As he covered his mate i
n wax he could scent her increased arousal, could see it in the way she arched up to him and to the wax. So easy it would be to give in and take her now. He had never felt such raging desire that he could barely rein in his urge to take her hard this very moment.

  No. She had much more to learn. He had to take it slow and give her the time she needed. If she came to trust him completely, all of those old chains of betrayal and pain would break, and his tigress would roar in ways she had only imagined.

  Awai was amazed at how exciting it was to be coated in wax, as if her body was being coated in paraffin in the same manner her hands and feet were when she went to the health spa. Of course this was far more erotic. She had seen it done at the BDSM clubs, but she had never experienced it herself.

  When Ty had finished putting a thick coating of wax from her breast to her mound, he put out the flame and sent away the candle with his magic.

  Ty stepped back to survey his handiwork and smiled. Awai’s dark hair splayed out against the white leather altar. Her pupils were dilated, her eyes focused on him, and her full lips slightly parted. Streaks of dark red candle wax mingled with pools of cooled white wax in swirling patterns. He had created a tunic of sorts over her naked flesh, but now he wanted to see what lay beneath it once again.

  “A beautiful masterpiece,” he said, referring to Awai. By the skies he knew she had been created for him and him alone. He gripped the edge of the altar and leaned down to brush his lips across hers.

  “Will you take me now, Majesty?” she murmured when he withdrew. No doubt it would take but a few flicks of his tongue against her clit and she would climax.

  “No, slave.” He shook his head, denying her once again. But his grip on the edge of the altar was so tight his fingers ached. Damnation, what this woman did to him.

  Awai held her breath, staring in amazement as Ty gestured to the low ceiling and a large mirror seemed to melt through it. One moment it hadn’t been there, and in the next she was staring at a large reflection of herself. She was spread wide, her wrists and ankles bound by the golden ropes, dribbles and drops of wax swirling over her body in unique patterns, unlike anything she’d seen in the clubs before. It was like she was a palette for Ty’s artwork.

  While she watched, he peeled the wax in a single thick sheet that felt as supple as her thigh-high boots. The wax tugged a bit at her nipple charms, and around the star at her belly button, but otherwise it came off easily. Her skin felt smooth and pampered, and in the mirror very pink. Ty laid the wax art over a nearby leather-covered bar. When he turned back to her, he made a motion with his hand and her bonds vanished.

  While he helped her to a sitting position, Awai asked, “How do you do magic like that, Ty?” Realizing her error, she hurried to add, “Your Majesty.”

  Ty shook his head in slow motion and his frown indicated his disappointment in her. “Slave, you must learn not to ask questions out of turn. And you must learn not to refer to me by anything but Majesty unless I have given you leave to do so.”

  Awai lowered her eyes, her gaze landing on his huge cock outlined by his leather pants. “I am sorry, Your Majesty.”

  He hooked his finger under her chin and forced her to look at him. “This means I will have to punish you another time.”

  “But—” Awai bit her lip then said, “I understand, Majesty.”

  Ty assisted his tigress down from the table, half wishing he could take her right now, and half pleased that he would be able to draw out her arousal until he made her so filled with desire for him that she would climax as she never had before.

  Again using his magic, he retrieved a white satin blindfold. Awai gasped as he fastened it securely around her eyes, eliminating her sight completely. “There, my sweet,” he murmured. “Now we are set for your third punishment.”

  He led her to a crystal bar, suspended with magic, just high enough that it would force Awai to hang with her hands over her head, and her feet would barely touch the ground. He strapped her wrists to each end of the bar, using the magical golden rope. When she was secured, he again used his magic to retrieve another spreader bar and rope, and knelt before her.

  He paused for a moment, scenting her, wanting to taste what was there for his taking. Instead, he forced himself to remove her white boots and toss them aside. In moments she was completely naked, and all that remained were her collar, nipple rings, the charm at her belly button, and her blindfold.

  She remained quiet, obviously fearing yet another punishment if she spoke out of turn. Ty smiled as he fastened her ankles to the crystal spreader bar. Anticipation would never feel so good as when he finally took her. It would be unparalleled for both of them.

  While Ty was strapping her wrists above her head, Awai trembled with excitement and fear. She hung in the air, blind to everything around her, but attuned to every touch, every sound, and every smell. Her own scent mingled with the raspberry and almond perfumes of the candles still on her skin. She caught Ty’s male musk and the smell of leather from the furnishing and some of the toys.

  The air stirred and caressed her skin. The soft sounds of Ty binding her met her ears, as well as his boot steps as he moved from one side of her to the other. He teased her with gentle brushes of his skin against hers. God, what this man was doing to her. She had learned how to bring her subs to the very edge, but Ty had perfected the art.

  His callused palms secured her naked ankles to what had to be another spreader bar. He fastened her so her feet were firmly on the bar that felt smooth and cool as glass. Once again she was spread eagle, only this time she was upright.

  She gasped as she rose in the air. By the brief movement she could tell she went up perhaps a foot above the marble floor. It still was enough to make her heart pound a bit faster.

  What is Ty going to do to me?

  In the next moment she felt something freezing cold and wet on her buttocks and she realized it was ice.

  He moved the ice down the crack of her ass. “How does that feel?”

  Awai swallowed. “Amazing, Your Majesty.”

  He moved the ice to her folds and she whimpered. It felt so cold against her clit. So cold it was like it was freezing her, yet burning her, too. The brush of his heated skin slid across hers as he moved around her, somehow keeping his hold on the ice cube as he did so.

  He skimmed the ice up to her mound, coating the bare area with the cold, cold moisture. In a slow movement he trailed the cube up her abdomen to her belly button, leaving it on her star charm for a moment until it was chilled, too. He worked his way up the centerline of her belly to the area between her breasts. For a moment he simply circled each breast with the ice cube, but then he moved it to one nipple and pressed it tight.

  Awai could almost feel her body heat melting away the ice, imprinting her nipple in its cold surface. The sensation was painful, yet a deep satisfying pleasure followed. Slowly he moved the cube to her other nipple, icing it in the same manner. Sharp pain shot from her nipple to her belly, followed by a satisfying feeling.

  Then the ice cube was gone and she held her breath, wondering what Ty would do to her next. Would he spank her? Maybe even cane or flog her?

  The next thing she felt was a whisper-soft brush against her cheek—like a feather, yet not. Her heightened sense of smell told her it was something from the outdoors.

  “Do you know what this is, my sweet?” He brushed her nose with the feathery thing again.

  She caught her breath for a moment. “A leaf from a ch’tok tree, Majesty?”

  “Yes.” He slid the leaf over her cheeks then lazily stroked it down her neck to her breast. “One of our most prized trees.”

  While he stroked and teased her body with the feathery leaf, she gave herself up to the sensations. He moved the leaf over her nipples and farther below.

  She found herself on a journey from the here and now, drifting into another time and place. As if she were traveling through the tunnel that had brought her from her own planet to this one. In that
faraway place she thought of winter and holidays, summer and sailing, fall and pumpkins, spring and cherry blossoms…

  Her mind spun and then quieted to a warm, pleasant darkness.

  She traveled through time and space, from the otherworld she had been in, to find herself in the arms of her king, her Dom, her soon-to-be lover.

  Through a haze she realized she was no longer bound or blindfolded, and he was sitting on one of the room’s white leather couches, with her in his lap.

  “Where were you, my love?” Ty stroked her hair from her face in a gentle movement that belied the power and strength in the man.

  “Subspace.” The word came out as a whisper.

  She could hardly believe it. She had ended up slipping into what was known as “subspace” to those familiar with BDSM. Being a Domme, it was something she had never before experienced, although some of her many subs had. It wasn’t easy for subs to slide away to another world, as if leaving their minds and bodies behind.

  Now she had, the first time in a dungeon with Ty.

  He smiled. "Wherever that might be, I am most pleased to have you back with me.”

  He leaned over and touched his mouth to hers, his kiss soft but his lips firm against hers. His long blond hair brushed her arm as he brought her tighter into his embrace and kissed her with far more intensity than he had ever kissed her before. He slipped his tongue between her lips, taking everything she had to offer, then drawing her tongue into his mouth and lightly sucking on it. When she moaned, he nipped at her bottom lip, lightly, then harder and harder until she was sure he would draw blood.

  She loved it.

  She wanted to slide her fingers into his hair and pull him down and kiss him with all the intensity she felt in her soul. But she let him control everything that happened. He was the Dom and she had agreed to give herself up to him for his pleasure.

  Was this what she’d been missing in life? Trying to prove that she was better than a man by being a Domme? She hadn’t had to do that at all. She had proved herself through years of hard work in the corporate world, taking a man’s world by storm.