Slave-Girl of the Dragon Rider - Lisa Skydla (best ereader for manga .TXT) 📗

she wished desperately for him to immediately take her virginity. Artyom traced his finger around her clitoris again, until she softly cried out. Skilfully he drove her mercilessly toward a climax, twirling hard now on her nipples, but precisely this slight pain drove Sinja higher, there was no longer any place in her head for clear thought, she could only feel. Her heart was racing, her breathing became irregular, and she groaned under his touch. Feeling his muscular chest against her back engendered a pervading feeling of security in her, and Sinja let herself go. Artyom sensed her entire body tensing, and pinched on her left nipple, releasing her finally into redemption. Sinja first cried out again softly, and then her mind burst open, her body jerking uncontrollably, her abdomen contracting powerfully, and for a moment she could not even breathe, the orgasm overwhelming her, igniting an inferno of fulfilment deeply within her. Gently, her master pulled his fingers from her and held her pressed against him as she experienced this singular zenith, until she snuggled against him, enjoying his warm fingertips gently stroking her, and the security he filled her with at that moment.
“Thank you master” she murmured shyly. “You are welcome, my rose of the steppe, but now we really should eat something, and then I will show you how to wear the veil” he pronounced calmly. Immediately she turned in his arms, so she could look him in the face. “You mean, I should go naked to the dining room?” she asked, her eyes widened in horror. Artyom laughed softly and shook his head. “No, you will put on the skirt and blouse Darina gave you. Until your own clothes are ready, that is. The slave’s uniform is only necessary when we leave the palace or have visitors” he said with a grin. “You don’t like the uniform, do you” she exclaimed, astonished. He shrugged his shoulders almost indifferently; it was obvious he didn’t care much for slavery. Sinja already wanted to crawl out of bed as he pulled her into his arms once more. “There are also a few rules you have to follow here in the house” he told her. She looked attentively at him as she was curious as to what rules he might give her. “I command you to wear no underwear, stockings, or shoes; except when you get your period, or when it is too cold to walk barefoot” he added. His slave looked at him with eyes wide; she could clearly feel the desire mounting in her again; just the thought that she was to run around with no underwear resulted in her feeling the first wetness seeping in her crotch again. “There will of course also be days when I want to see you in the enchanting ensemble we bought today, but then only wearing the thin lace underneath” he whispered. Before Sinja could say anything, he gave her a light slap as a signal to stand. “May I bathe, to freshen up?” she asked, abashed. Now she was able to think reasonably clearly once more she was again aware that actually, he had bought her, and she was still nothing more than a slave. “Of course you may” he permitted generously “I will just get dressed, and then we will go and eat.” Within two steps he was at the connecting door, pausing to hold it open for her, and disappeared into his room, pauldrons and cape in hand. Imprint

Publication Date: 02-28-2016

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