Awai felt that part of herself separate from the woman inside. The woman who wanted to be loved and cherished.
The woman who enjoyed being Ty’s submissive.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
TY PULLED AWAY FROM THE KISS and studied his beautiful tigress. He tasted her on his tongue, smelled her desire and her unique scent. In more ways than he could count, he wanted her, desired her, needed her. She was like the blood in his veins, rushing through him and giving him life, fulfilling his destiny.
In ways that had pleased them both, he had punished her, had made her wait for him to fill her.
After he allowed her to regain her strength, he could wait no longer.
Ty stood, Awai cradled in his arms. She gasped and clung to him as if he might drop her.
Giving her a firm look, he said, “Do you trust me, slave?”
Without pause, she replied, “Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Then show that trust,” he commanded.
She loosened her grip, sure he wouldn’t drop her. Yet despite the loose-limbed feeling being in subspace had given her, she couldn’t help that out-of-control anxiety that made her want to grab on to him again.
I do trust him, she reminded herself.
He carried her to a device that was A-framed like a sawhorse, only richly made, padded, and covered with white leather. He set her on it so her chest, belly, and mound pressed to the padded crest of the A that was as wide as her hips. Her knees and shins rested on pads below her. He arranged her arms on padded surfaces to either side of her.
She shivered, wondering what he was going to do to her now. Would he take her like she wanted him to? Or would he make her wait longer?
He came around in front of her, and she saw that his face was a mask of concentration as he produced more golden rope. He hooked it through a loop she hadn’t even seen, and before she knew it he had tied her wrist in front of her.
She ached between her thighs and her breasts felt heavy and swollen as her body pressed against the padded surface. In short order he had tied her other wrist, then was behind her where she could no longer see him.
“Are you ready, my lovely?” He trailed something slightly rough down her spine, what felt like the rope he’d used to bind her.
“Yes, Your Majesty.” She was more ready for him than she wanted to admit. She wanted to scream, Yes damn it, take me now.
That would only get her more torturous waiting.
He trailed the rope over her back to her ass where he teased her, then moved it along the inside of her thigh, down to her knee, over her calf, and finally to her bare ankle where he proceeded to bind her to the knee pads on the A-frame.
It was all she could do not to scream her frustration.
Her folds grew even wetter. Her nipples ached, the charms digging into her breasts, as the pads smashed her chest.
By the time he had finished teasing her and had tied her other ankle, she was close to sobbing. She was on her hands and knees, fully exposed to him. She was at the right height for his cock, and all he had to do was slide inside her.
He caressed her butt cheeks with his palm. “What would you like me to do to you now?”
“Fuck me.” She sucked in her breath. “Please.”
“I am disappointed in you, slave,” he replied in a cool, even tone. “You forgot your manners.”
Shit. She dropped her forehead down to the padded surface and was tempted to bang it a few times. She raised her head, and with as much remorse in her voice as she could muster, she said, “I am very sorry, Your Majesty. It will not happen again.”
“Of course not.” He continued to caress her ass. “But to ensure you learn your lesson, you must be punished. Do you understand?”
Shit shit shit. She was never going to get laid. “Yes, Your Majesty,” she said through gritted teeth.
In the next second, Ty swatted her ass so hard she yelped in surprise and pain—not to mention it just about made her come. Again he spanked her as he said, “Do not climax or I will have to punish you far more severely than I have.”
Ty spanked her ass again and again—first on one cheek then the other, high then low, almost to the small of her back and down as far as her thighs. It turned Awai on so much that she squirmed to keep from coming. She clenched her teeth and dug her nails into her palms, doing everything she could to hold off the climax that clung to the edge. She was so close she had to bite her tongue.
Finally Ty stopped spanking her and her body went limp with relief that she’d made it, yet at the same time she was wound up inside so tight she might just explode.
Awai heard a whisper soft movement behind her and then Ty pressed something cool and hard to her anus.
“Remember, do not climax until I give you permission, my sweet,” he murmured as he pushed the lubricated device slowly up her ass.
It felt cold and smooth, like a glass cock. She’d enjoyed experimenting with various anal devices in the privacy of her home, even though she’d never allowed her subs to use them on her. She’d always been the one in control—or so she’d thought.
Ty pushed the crystal cock into Awai’s ass, fraction by fraction, to make sure his mate felt nothing but pleasure. He also wanted to ensure she would be ready when he helped her fulfill what she had expressed as her greatest fantasy—to be pleasured by three men at once.
“How does that feel, slave?” Ty asked, surprised at how easily the thick crystal phallus slid into her.
He could tell it was difficult for her to speak by the breathiness of her voice. “It feels so good, Your Majesty.”
Ty slid it as deep as it could go and Awai gasped. “Have you used such devices before?” he asked.
“Yes, Majesty.”
“Good. You will be prepared then.”
Awai stilled, knowing that he was speaking of himself and the other two men fulfilling her fantasy. The thought excited and scared her all at once. What would it be like to be kissed and fondled by three men?
But she didn’t have time to think anymore because Ty slid the glass cock in and out of her ass at the same time he slipped two fingers into her core. “Would you like to feel me inside you now, Awai? Do you want me to take you?”
“Yes.” She could barely speak. “Yes, Your Majesty.” He slipped his fingers from her core but kept the glass dildo in her ass. She felt the head of his erection at the entrance to her core and she almost whimpered, she wanted him so badly.
“Beg me to fuck you,” he demanded. “Beg me to punish you.”
“Fuck me,” she shouted. “Spank me, Majesty. I’ve been such a bad girl. Spank me while you take me.”
He spanked her hard as he continued to fuck her ass with the crystal cock. Sweat rolled down Awai’s forehead as she rocked back and forth, meeting each thrust of the device and each swat as he spanked her.
“Please, Majesty,” she begged. “Please let me come.”
“No.” Ty drove the device harder into her ass and her butt stung from the swat that followed.
Awai tried to still, tried to keep her body from going over the edge, from reaching that point, but it was too much.
Her orgasm slammed into her and she cried out. She could do nothing but ride out the waves as he spanked her harder, and continued thrusting the phallus in and out of her ass.
Finally, when she was limp with exhaustion, he stopped. When he stepped into view his hands were empty, and she knew he must have used his magic.
He crossed his arms across his massive chest. “You disappoint me, slave. You have earned a severe punishment.”
Crap. “I am sorry, Your Majesty.”
With a wave, Ty released her bonds. “Come.”
Awai crawled down, off what she now considered a freaking torture device. Yes, she’d had an incredible orgasm, but by the look on his face, she knew she wasn’t going to like what he had in mind for her next. Hopefully it involved taking her, and soon. Although that wouldn’t be what one would call a punishment in her case.
He extended his palm and a circular length of golden rope appeared. “Hold out your hands.”
Her pulse raced as she obeyed. Ty looped the rope around one of her wrists, then the other. When he was finished, her wrists were bound in front of her, so close that she couldn’t move them.
“Follow me,” he commanded and turned. She followed, cool air brushing over her naked body. Her thighs were slick and tremors still rippled through her from her orgasm. When Ty reached the doors that led into the palace, he waited for her to follow.
His gaze held a challenge, as if daring her to argue over walking through his palace naked.
She raised her head and he looked satisfied as she followed him through the doorway. The tiles were cool under her feet while she followed him through the palace. They passed only Kalina on the way, and all the sorceress did was give the king a quick bow of her head before continuing on. She appeared to be distracted.
Which was fine by Awai.
By the time they reached her bedchamber, she was ready to do anything to please him so he would take her.
He stopped before the round bed and faced her. “On your knees, slave.”
With her hands still bound in front of her, she knelt in front of him on the floor. He snapped his fingers and his breeches and boots vanished, leaving only his beautiful naked body and that mouthwatering huge erection that she wanted inside her.
“I am going to fuck your mouth.” He growled and grabbed her by her hair and dragged her toward his erection.
“Yes, Majesty.” Awai parted her lips and Ty slid his cock through them, his fist still clenched in her hair.
Because her hands were bound, she could do nothing but suck and flick her tongue along his length. She looked up at him and saw him watching as he thrust in and out of her mouth, pulling at her hair at the same time. Sweat gleamed on his chest and the club tattoo at his abs contracted as his eyes darkened.
He moved in and out so deeply, her gag reflex had her nearly choking. Even though she enjoyed having him in her mouth, she knew this was her punishment. He would take his pleasure in her mouth and not inside her.
Ty’s cock stiffened and his thigh muscles clenched as he climaxed with a fierce growl. His fluid filled her mouth, sliding down her throat as she swallowed. He continued to pulse and throb as he moved in and out a few times more, before he pulled away.
Awai licked his come from her lips as she sat on her haunches and looked at him.
“You will remain in your bedchamber until your punishment has been fulfilled,” he said in an imperious tone that made her heart sink. “You will not wear clothing and you will not pleasure yourself.”
Awai’s bonds slackened, wide enough for her to use her hands, but she was still bound.
“If you attempt to bring yourself to climax, the ropes will tighten,” he said. “If you behave, and do as you are instructed, I will come for you.”
Another wave of his hand and he was clothed. “Do you understand why you are being punished again, slave?”
She was tempted to shout “cherries.” Even though she thought she’d just been punished, she nodded instead. This wasn’t more than she could handle. Was it?
“Yes, Majesty.” She swallowed. “I’m being punished for climaxing without your permission.”
He studied her. “Tell me why that is important.”
She ground her teeth and reached for an answer. She found one faster than she expected. “Because I have to fully trust you will give me what I need, when I need it. That your pleasure will be mine.”
He gave a quick nod. “Servants will bring food and prepare your bath. Use the time to think about whether or not you are willing to submit completely, to give over your pleasures and trust me with all you have. I offer only what you dream of. Believe that.”
She still knelt on the floor as Ty strode past her and walked out of the room. He shut the doors behind him.
Slowly Awai got to her feet and walked to the bed, then threw herself face down on the mattress. The nipple rings taunted her and she ached between her thighs. No doubt Ty’s magical rope would keep her from taking care of matters for herself, but she needed to come again, so badly that she could just explode.
But he was denying her.
In order to fulfill me completely.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. She knew the damned drill. She’d run it enough times, on the dominating side.
Was this what her subs felt? Helpless? Frustrated? Chagrined?
Turned on beyond all reason or imagination?
Damn.
But he was right. Damn again. Damn one hundred times more.
If she trusted him, truly trusted him, she would find a way to deny herself until he thought the moment was right, until he would achieve the most pleasure. And therefore pleasure her all the more.
“This is fucking complicated.” She buried her face deep in a soft pillow and screamed out all her pent-up sexual frustration until she was too tired to scream anymore.
~~*~~
Awai held a leather-bound book close to her chest, pressing it tight against her nipples, the charms digging into her flesh. She had just finished the book and felt a strange sort of discomfort, like something was wrong, but she couldn’t quite place what it was.
During the days that followed the time in the dungeon Ty hadn’t come for her, which frustrated her to no end.
If she even thought about touching her breasts or pussy to assuage her needs, her bonds tightened and she had no range of movement for the next hour or so.
Two female servants brought her meals and helped her with her bath. Neither would speak to her, and Awai gave up attempting conversation with either of them.
After a time, she started finding ways to distract herself from her own physical needs, like reading, meditating, and exercising.
She clutched the book tighter as her mind traveled.
When she meditated, she would feel pleasure building and building—her wants, her needs—and then she slipped to the side somehow.
She slid into her special space. A place where she had full power over her body and never needed to fear or feel suspicious of a man again.
Now she sat on the comfortable chaise lounge near the balcony doors. Sunshine spilled through the windows and warmed her naked body. She ached for Ty so badly that she did anything she could to keep her mind off him, which wasn’t easy. No matter what she did, her thoughts continued to stray toward the man she’d given herself up to as his sex slave.
Would being Ty’s submissive allow her soul to be as free as he insisted it would?
Admittedly, the times when she could slip into that other emotional place made her feel strong, vibrant—powerful.
But, free?
More than once she’d considered shouting her safe word out the balcony doors, but she had chosen this role, and she was determined to see it through. At least until her nieces arrived.
While she’d waited for her punishment to end, she’d been spending her time sitting on the bed or the chaise lounge, reading books like the one she’d just finished. She took the volumes from the beautiful bookcase hugging one curved wall. The books were fascinating, all with leather covers, the pages made of thick parchment, and the words written by hand.
Kalina had told her how the world’s magic allowed her to understand and speak the language of this world, even though she thought she was communicating in English.
Yet how was she able to read the books? The writing looked like runes, but as she could understand when hearing the language, she could also read it.
She took care as she read each book, certain very few of each copy could be in existence if Tarok didn’t have printing presses.
The book she had just finished, the one in her arms, was the last book she could find on the shelves on the history of Tarok. Awai had enjoyed her time reading. She’d learned about the centuries-old kingdom, including more recent times when the larger Kingdom of Tarok was divided into the lesser Kingdoms of Hearts, S
pades, Diamonds, and Clubs, just as Ty had shared with her.
Also recorded in the volume was some history of the sorceress Mikaela, their sister. It spelled out in detail how she had married the king of Malachad and overpowered him with her magic. It explained how she and her legions of psychics, the bakirs, had used mind-attacks against the women of Tarok.
How could Mikaela have done something so horrible to her brothers and their people?
Even though Ty had told her much of this story, she now better grasped the pain of his people in the inability to conceive and produce children to carry on their lines.
She also came to understand more fully the four kings and the need to find mates outside their world. They required queens who would be immune to the mind-spells of the queen of Malachad.
Although that was no longer an issue, Ty had explained that the women of his country still believed they were infertile. The women could not break free of the spells that had convinced them that they would never bear children.
Unfortunately, the history book Awai had just finished left off at the point where the sorceress and her cards discovered Mikaela’s treachery. Perhaps books on more recent times, and maybe battles against Mikaela, were kept elsewhere in the palace.
Of course the mind-war was over now that the Kings’ sister had fallen to her death from a cliff in the Kingdom of Diamonds. Some historian had surely been recording the more current events and those writings would be available in time. She hoped she would get a chance to read those before she returned to San Francisco.
While she read the history, Awai couldn’t help but sense something missing—something darker and far more dangerous at play. She didn’t understand the feelings, but they perched on the edge of her consciousness, just out of reach. She had an image of herself, flicking her whip into that dark abyss, striking and pulling back what she needed to see and understand.
She leaned back in her chair, feeling drowsy and unable to keep her eyes open. She relaxed, the book clutched in her arms like a lover she didn’t want to let go.
Awai padded along a path until she reached bushes at the edge of a clearing. With her keen tiger’s eyes, she peered through the leaves, out at the cherry blossom-strewn grass, the sunlight bright and welcoming.
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