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

but she was an orgasmic little thing— he’d nearly lost  count of how manytimes he’d made her come. It didn’t take much—a thought which at once aroused and

disturbed him.

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Disturbed him because it made  him remember the night of their first meeting—she’d come easily then, too. It forced him to wonder how many  other  men she’d come for. Even having kept her virginity intact,  how could a girl so sensual and excitable have possibly kept herself from other men,  given her eagerness in Rawley? He still hadno choice but to draw the same conclusion—she hadn’t.

I will control you. I will.  There was no other alternative in Ralen’s mind. For if he did not control  the things and people  in his midst, mightn’t they somehow control  him? Hesighed, drawn back to  a much darker place  in  time, where he’d lived in fear and anger, where a leather strap had been his punishment  for any and every offense, slicing intohis skin, making him feel trapped, caged,  crazed to escape. The rush of memoriesbarreled down through him, settling low in his belly, until he pushed them away. That was the past. Keep it there.

He supposed disciplining his young bride had brought it to mind.

Good for her, he thought, letting a wicked  grin form, that he chose to mete out discipline in a much more pleasurable manner.

He headed  back toward the stables, thinking it was near time for the midday meal.

His bride would be hungry, too. And he could make  that work for him—he could useevery human need she possessed to continue transforming her into his perfect submissive.

Some time later, he walked into the room  where she lay chained, a tray of food in his grasp. Cheese, bread, red berries, peach  pudding, a leg of turkey and a large goblet of wine made a hearty meal.

He lowered the tray onto the end of the  padded platform where she lay on her side sleeping. The very sight of her added to the stiffness in his pants. He wondered how many times the chain had stimulated her clit  and tiny asshole through the night, and felt deeply pleased to see that her nipples remained hard and pointed even as she slept, thanks to the tight rings that would not allow them to escape, nor allow their sensitivity to fade.

The jeweled cuffs he’d commissioned for  her from an artisan south of Caralon shimmered  prettily, reminding him of their  wedding yesterday, and that  she  belonged to him now.

In body anyway. In soul—soon enough.

“Wake up, my wanton little bride,” he said, running a hand up her thigh and onto her round ass. He squeezed lightly and she  opened her eyes, dark blue in the paledaylight drifting through the windows, almost the color of the blue stones in her bracelets, and a striking contrast to her long, dark billows of hair. “Time for a snack.”

She blinked repeatedly, as if trying to come awake, and finally pushed to a sitting position, which the  slack in the chains  allowed. “Wh-what time is it?” she asked groggily.

“Midday. Did you sleep well?”

She gave him a look of disbelief. “Not exactly, no.”

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He quirked a half-smile in her direction. “Perhaps not. But your training period isnot about sleep, vixen.”

“No, I didn’t figure it was.”

He gave a wry laugh, then sat up on the  table beside her and reached for a wedge of cheese. When he held it up toward her mouth,  she reached to take it from him, but he pulled it back. “No,” he said softly, and again moved it to her  lips until she understoodshe was not to feed herself.

Meeting his gaze briefly, she opened her mouth and bit off a chunk of the pale yellow cheese, chewing then  swallowing, after  which he reached for  the  goblet. He heldit carefully to her mouth until she  took a sip,  then he ate a bit of  cheese and took a gulp of wine himself.

“Lie down,” he told her.

She looked aghast. “That’s all I get? One bite of food?”

“Lie down.”

Letting out  a sigh, she obeyed, and he took a  long moment to study her lovely  nudebody before  he parted her legs to kneel  between them. “Be a good girl and maybe Iwon’t have to tighten the chains. Can you do that?”

She looked uncertain for a brief moment, then gave a short nod. Good. Acquiescing on her own was a promising start toward total submission.

“Raise your ass,” he instructed, eyes on  her cunt. It looked wet and inviting, even with the sizable gold links curving through the pink flesh. When she lifted, he reached around to unhook the  chain from the back, at  the same time unable to resist raking his tongue quickly through the moisture between her thighs.

She moaned and seemed unable to  keep her ass off the table any longer, even given the loose bindings that allowed for easy  movement, quickly dropping back to the leather padding with a sigh.

He felt her gaze as he released his cock  from his leather lacings, and liked  when he sensed her tensing at the sight of it, even  now, as if she hadn’t seen it before.

“Part your legs wider.”

She bit her lip nervously, then followed the instruction. At that, he reached under her, his hands closing warm around her ass  and pulling her toward him until her pussy met the hard ridge of his shaft. “Oh!” she said on a rough groan.

“Tell me you want it inside you.”

She nodded, her lips trembling prettily. “Yes. I want it inside me.”

He contained a cynical chuckle as he playfully asked, “Is it big enough for mywanton little bride?”

This nod came more vigorously. “So big.  Unbelievably  big.  I  couldn’t  have

imagined…”

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He let the laughter out, pleased by her answer. Then he used his hand to guide theshaft to her opening, pushing, pushing, not  one swift drive like last night, but insteadprodding her body to accept his cock on  its own. She moaned  at each thrust, and moaned deeper when he slid