And she prayed this time he would actually take 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?” he murmured in thought-speak.
“Yes, Majesty,” she said, 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 into her core. “Yes, Your Majesty.” She ran her tongue along her lower lip. “I want you to take 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 eyes. He nudged the front of her tiny skirt, raising it slightly, then lapped at her folds with one stroke 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. If he wasn’t a weretiger, she would never have had that thought. But this was Ty.
He growled his approval and satisfaction as Awai’s folds flooded with wetness. 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.” He pulled at her nipples and by her expression he knew it made an ache within her blend into a need so deep she would nearly come from his touch.
“Lie on your back on the preparation table, slave.” He pointed to a white leather and mahogany-like table.
“Yes, Majesty.” Awai visibly trembled with arousal as she obeyed him.
When she lay 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 his 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. 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 pussy?” he asked with one brow raised.
Awai clenched her hands. “Whatever pleases you, Majesty.”
“Do not make a sound.” 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.” Her voice trembled 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.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
AWAI’S HEART POUNDED AND HER MOUTH GREW DRY. Was TY 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 on her hands and knees and crawled into the cage. The floor of the cage had 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, waved his hand, and she heard the sound of a lock clicking into place. She sat up, her legs curled to her side and her hands in her lap.
A delicious ache from the clamp mingled with the sensations of the loops on her nipples. 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,” she replied as she obeyed him.
He produced a length of the magical golden rope he so often used. He bound her wrists to the bar she gripped. He reached through the bars on the side and tightened each of her nipple rings. “Sit on your ass and spread your thighs, slave,” he commanded when he finished.
She 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. It looked and felt so sexy.
He rose to a standing position, stepped back, and smiled. “You make a lovely picture. 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 while he painted her like this.
“Would you enjoy that, slave?” Ty asked.
Awai answered in the only way she could. “If it pleases you, Majesty.”
“It may.” He pivoted 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.
While she waited for Ty to come back, her arms ached and her nipples and clit were sensitized from the tightened rings and the clamp. She had to struggle not to squirm and risk him seeing her no longer in the position in which he had left her.
It seemed like hours before he returned, but in reality it was probably thirty minutes at best. 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 on the rails above her and stared at her. She had to tilt her head to see him. He looked magnificent with his long blond hair, broad tanned chest, black leather pants, and black lace-up boots. He was a rogue and she belonged to him.
With a wave of his hand he spelled away his clothing, 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 take you?”
Awai licked her dry lips. “I wish only for your pleasure, Majesty.”
“On your knees, slave,” Ty ordered, his voice rough, his eyes sparking with desire. “Come closer so I might feel your mouth upon me.”
“Yes, Majesty.” She shifted her position. The rope binding her wrists slid along the bar above her so she easily reached him. He moved to the cage, his erection 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 tongue, slave,” he murmured, his voice deep and sexy. “Perhaps I shall just fuck your mouth and leave you here until tomorrow.”
Awai could say nothing, her mouth filled with him. She sucked him harder, more urgently, praying that he wouldn’t leave her here. She could pull away and say her safe word, but she wanted him so badly s
he 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 this time not to go too deep and gag her.
Her breasts bounced and the clamp on her clit gave her such a delicious ache that she was afraid she would climax and earn another punishment.
Ty’s breathing grew ragged and he pulled from her mouth. His cock glistened with moisture and was so incredibly large and hard. The head was purple and veins stood out along the sides.
His voice was a low roar as he said, “Turn so 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 she was supported from the front by the rope ties, her ass against the bars. Her folds were wet with excitement and she could smell her own desire.
He 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 take.”
Awai moaned. God, she was so turned on she could scream. Instead, she whispered, “I am yours, Majesty.”
He eased his fingers into her slick folds and growled his pleasure as he pulled at her clit clamp and caused her to gasp. 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 edge. “Please, may I come, Majesty?” She trembled with the effort to hold herself back from climaxing.
“Not yet.” 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 rolled 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 erection against her channel. 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, Awai.” He slid a fraction into her. “Tell me you are mine.”
“I am yours, Majesty.” Her words 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 into her core.
She 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 deep inside her.
So right, so perfect.
Despite all her practice 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 took her until stars filled her vision. Is it possible to die from too much pleasure? she wondered as another orgasm wracked her body.
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 he continued to throb inside her.
She 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 out of her.
“You came without permission, slave,” he murmured. “I counted eight times. Shall we begin your punishment now?
~~*~~
Awai sat beside a pool in the palace gardens, her legs curled up under her and one arm braced 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 days that followed the 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 hanging from nothing, 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.
I truly am a sub—but only for Ty.
In her heart she knew she could never be another man’s submissive. But what did that mean?
Ty had also kept vigilant that she practiced with her whip from one to two hours per day. He had expressed his amazement at her skill and had wanted her to teach him how to handle it as well as she did. He seemed both pleased and proud that she could manage such an unusual weapon—and relieved that she wouldn’t be helpless if attacked by an enemy.
Though it’s hard to imagine enemies in this lovely place. Or an enemy foolish enough to attack me when they’d have to answer to Ty.
It was such a new feeling, to be so sheltered and protected, so carefully tended and nurtured. Awai enjoyed being with her tiger-man, whether it was sex or spending time amongst his subjects, working out with her whip, or being alone, just the two of them spending quiet time together.
Awai picked a nugget of fish food out of a crystal bowl on the grass beside her. She tossed it at a large black fish with hot pink stripes. In one quick bite the fish swallowed the food and continued his peaceful swimming in the pond along with all the other brightly colored fish. They reminded her of koi, the large, colorful carp bred mostly in Japan for ornamental ponds and tanks. Yet like everything else in this world, these fish were different. More fins, larger eyes, more brilliant colors.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
The only things that had marred her time in Tarok were the nightmares. They gave her a feeling of impending doom that she couldn’t shake. In the mornings she sometimes wanted to tell Ty about the dreams, but in the brightness of day they seemed surreal and trivial.
What would she do, tell him she was having bad dreams? She wasn’t a child, so why should she concern him with them? The feeling of doom was probably just a part of her adjusting to a strange world and being concerned about all of her nieces. Not to mention his words the day she’d seen the portraits. The fact that she’d seen the clearing in her dreams before ever going there disturbed her, but not enough to break whatever hold her mind had on her that kept her from telling Ty.
Awai forced her thoughts away from the darkness of her dreams, and she easily turned back to thinking about Ty. It was like she couldn’t get enough of him, as if she was addicted to him—his taste, his smell, his boyish grin, and the roguish glint in his eyes. His smell of musk and sun-warmed flesh and his teasing personality made her want to be closer to him even more.
Now that he’d taken her, he had started to sleep with her. The way he held her in his arms when they went to bed each night made her sigh. He’d hold her close, one leg hooked over her hip and his chest molded to hers. They both slept naked, and she loved the way their flesh melted together, the heat of his body seeping into her heart and soul.
Her sleep hadn’t always been restful, thanks to the nightmares, and he would stroke her cheek and ask if she was all right. She was grateful for the times his touch had taken her out of the dreams. Maybe she should talk to him about them, but there seemed to be no point. It was as if she needed to keep them a closely guarded secret, but she didn’t know why.
Awai shivered and tossed another nugget into the tank, this time to a red, white, and blue fish that reminded her of the American flag.
All those years ago she had promised herself no
man would ever dominate her again. Yet here she was, a king’s submissive.
A king who wanted her to be his queen.
But was that what she wanted? One of her self-made promises was that she would never marry again. And children? She wasn’t sure she could handle one child, much less a litter like Alice and Alexi each had.
She still couldn’t believe that they’d had that many children, and wouldn’t until she saw her nieces, something she could barely stand to wait for. And yet until the brothers felt like travel was safe, she would have to do just that—wait and wonder. And think about what to do with her life.
What about her career in San Francisco? Of course she had sold her business and had arranged for her wealth to be given to the women’s shelter if she never returned. But again, did she want to stay in Tarok or return to the world she’d known and loved?
Or had she truly loved it?
Her life there was filled with memories of her brutal ex-husband, of her struggle to prove herself against men and to rise on the ladder of success. Rung by rung she’d had to fight her way to the top and had trampled a few men to get there.
Was that the kind of life she wanted, the type of person she wanted to be? Or had her bitterness driven her far beyond her heart’s desires?
So many questions, and she wasn’t sure she had the right answers.
Awai tossed a nugget at a green-and-purple spotted fish then turned her attention to all that was around her. This portion of the palace gardens was her favorite place to escape to. It was filled with cherry trees and their sweet-smelling blossoms. Grass was soft beneath her robe and the breeze was just the right temperature. Not too cool and not too warm. It was a perfect spring day.
A few puffs of aqua-green clouds moved lazily across the sky, which was the same color as Alice’s and Alexi’s eyes.
Where are they right this moment? Awai brought her hand up and fingered her collar. When will they arrive?
“There you are.” Ty’s deep voice brought Awai out of her thoughts and she tilted her head to see him standing beside her.
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