Master of Desire by Lacey Alexander (e ink manga reader txt) 📗

close once more, moaning, whimpering,  lifting her body to his,  dirty girl —so he glided his cock  more deeply against her seeking  cunt, until her desperate little cries grew faster, faster, and then he whispered in her ear,  “You’d better hope you’re a virgin, my naughty bride, or there will be a whole new hell  for you to pay.”

As she cried out her ecstasy in beautiful high-pitched shrieks that  fueled his desire,  he rammed  his cock inside her.

Warm. Deep. Her anguished cries—the pleasure  of coming or the pain of entry, he wasn’t sure —permeated him. But she was a  virgin. His bride was a virgin. Lucky for her. And shockingly satisfying for him. No cock but his had ever sunk into this cunt before.

She belonged to him already, and she would come to understand  the depth of that belonging much more—but this was something separate and apart from that. Her pussy was his, only his. Forever.

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Teesia lay shocked and wrenched beneath  Ralen. Her lips trembled, but she would not cry—she simply would not.  The orgasm  had been…well, painful, given the mighty thrust inside her, and  yet, still joyfully satisfying even amid the pain. Just like when he snapped the crop against her. Just like when he  bit her nipple, or her lip. Joy and pain at

once.

Now she went still, waiting, wondering what  was next.

Oh, drat it all, tears threatened. She closed  her eyes to ward them off, then turned her head to one side so he wouldn’t see, but she still felt one lone  tear leak free to roll down her cheek.

Her husband stayed still within her, and when she felt the tender swipe of histhumb blotting away the tear, she opened her eyes in surprise. She caught the hint of a tender look  before he shifted his gaze from  hers, and to her further shock, her heart warmed toward him just slightly.

When his teeth closed gently over her collarbone, she couldn’t  hold in her soft moan, and when he started to move inside  her she realized that—oh Ares!—the pain was gone. Incredible fullness replaced it.  Impossible  fullness. A tightness that made her grit her teeth as he began delivering short, slow thrusts.

Despite such unimaginable tightness, she no  longer suffered the blinding pain that had sliced into her in that first moment.  Now, she wanted him in her body, welcomed

him. Had her arms been free,  she’d have  wrapped them around him, pulled him as  close as she could. Her husband, the brute.

As his thrusts lengthened slightly, pressing  deeper into her cunt, she began  to cry  out again with each. Pleasure? Pain? Ares above, she was beginning to wonder if there  was a difference.

“Say the name of your master, the name of the man who fucks you and owns you,

the man who owns your ripe little pussy.”

“Ralen,” she breathed. Somehow, as his name left her, she felt her cunt contract

around him. “Ralen. Ralen.”

He fucked her deeper, and she wanted to say his name yet again. “Ralen. Oh, Ralen.

Yes, Ralen.  Ralen.”

When she least expected it, his massive cock  left  her  body  and  she  looked  up  to  seeit in his hand, still  pointing  toward her cunt. As he let his head drop back with a deep,guttural groan, a stream of white-hot fluid  shot onto her bared pussy, making her gasp in surprise. Another followed, and another, and  a fourth, the last arcing onto her belly.

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She peered down at it as best she could  given her chains, her lips trembling in awe.  Oh Ares—Bella had told her about this, but  mere words could not describe it. So wet onher, a tangible part of him, a  pleasurable assault she hadn’t  seen coming, and it left her feeling a strange, binding sort of intimacy with  him  that  she  hadn’t  up  to  now.  Even  ifhe hated her.

And then—oh, yes—Ralen’s big hands came, his fingers firmly  rubbing, massaging the warm wetness into her skin, into her cunt. The sensation moved all through her like a living thing, and a moan echoed from deep inside her.

His large hands continued to press into  her, fingertips  smoothing the white fluidinto her clit  as she watched, making her hot,  hotter, with each circular motion, until her breath came heavy again and she was rising,  lifting herself from the table to meet his touch, thinking of this  amazing liquid part of him being massaged into  her body until…oh Ares—yes, yes, yes! “Ralen!” she cried as yet another powerful orgasm pumped through her, racking her within her chains, sending her into uncontrollable

spasms, until finally she dropped limp and exhausted onto the padded table once more.

* * * * *

When Teesia awoke, she was  surprised she’d actually slept. Looking to her  right, she found Ralen slumbering on the ornate bed across the room. To her consternation, she remained fastened to the table, arms  and legs  outstretched. She couldn’t helpsnarling at her sleeping husband while he  couldn’t see her doing so. Merciless barbarian!

He’d re-laced his pants, so that  unbelievable cock of his was once again hidden. Herstomach went hollow remembering the sheer size  of it. And that he’d managed to get it inside her!  And that—dear Ares—the brute had actually made her come three incredible times. Even amid the punishment she’d taken so valiantly.

Maybe because there were moments when it didn’t exactly  feel  like punishment?  Certainly, his control  over her  was  punishment—turning  her head to look  from one bound wrist to the other, she could scarcely believe her husband had chained her to atable on their wedding night! But, despite her anger, she had experienced undeniable pleasure.

And she had said his name. Every time he asked. Sometimes when  he  hadn’t  asked.  She supposed she’d done everything exactly as he wished.

Which was good, she  reminded herself, for to refuse might have brought much more brutal treatment, such as she couldn’t even fathom.  This  was bearable.

Maybe. If he unchained her soon. If he took her to his bed.

The truth was, she’d say his name and be  his