Master of Desire by Lacey Alexander (e ink manga reader txt) 📗
- Author: Lacey Alexander
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He struck her with the crop for issuing the command, the hot sting reverberating through her cunt, upward through her breasts, down through her ass and thighs. “Oh yes, punish me, master,” she breathed, “for I’ve been very bad.”
Soon, though, he unchained her from the table, and instructed her to prance around the room for him, being his little filly. She happily made a grand show of it, swaying her ass, jiggling her breasts, stopping to caress them while he watched.
She lustily kept her gaze on his cock, which jutted prominently from the nest of hair between his legs as he sat watching. He stroked it—the act becoming punishment in itself because she wanted to stroke it.
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Clearly seeing her eye his rod, he cast a devilish look. “Do you wish to suck it,
wanton?”
She started to say yes, to plead with him to let her— but then a better idea struck her. She attempted to look playfully demure as she softly replied, “No. No, I do not. You would have to…force me. It would be a horrible but fitting punishment for such a bad girl as I.”
A slow, sure grin spread across her husband’s face—he clearly liked her way of extending the game. But then his smile faded, his expression going stern, his eyesthrillingly dark. “Then force you I shall. On your knees, my dirty little wanton— now!”
Trying to look frightened, she obeyed, dropping down before him. She could barely wait to take his beautiful shaft between her lips, but she had to wait, until he made her do it.
She raised her gaze from his rod to his face, met his eyes. She might want to look demure, might wish to appear frightened, but in that moment, she knew the same heat swam in her gaze as in his—and it was a connection nearly as intense as sex itself. His hands wound in her hair, his grip tight, as he said, “Do it, vixen. Suck me,” and pushed her head down.
She took him deep, his enormous cock gloriously filling her mouth, and he held her head, moving her lips up and down on him, and she cherished the sensation of his taking control, even of this. She wanted to suck him into oblivion, but she also loved hispower—loved it to a fault, she thought.
And yet, was it a fault if she wasn’t sorry for what she’d become? She was both sex slave and true lover to him, and she wouldn’t have changed a thing.
“Yes, suck me, Teesia,” he purred. “You suck me so good.”
His hands stayed in her hair, but over time, his grip lessened, and the movements became her own. When she looked up, his dark gaze had turned softer, more wanting.
Odd, she thought, the slow switch in control, the gradual surrender he perhapsdidn’t even realize he’d made.
“I want to ride you now,” she told him after releasing his wet shaft from her mouth, “just as you wished earlier.”
His smile was warm, lusty. “Yes—my filly riding me.”
Without hesitation, she climbed into his lap, straddling him, and sank onto his enormous cock with ease. They both moaned at the union, and as she moved on him in sensual circles that stimulated her clit with perfect precision, he suckled her breasts, caressed every inch of her he could reach—and soon they came together, collapsing in one another’s arms.
Control, she thought. So much of our sex is about control. Being the master. Authority. And also surrender. It was all a decadent delight she wanted to bask in forever.
Before she drifted off into a deeply satiated sleep in Ralen’s strong arms, she staredup in the dim lighting at their reflections in the viewing glass.
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I want him to know more of what I feel. I want him to understand…
The purity of surrender.
Of submitting.
Of being within someone’s power.
And I want to know more of that power. I want us both to know it all.
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Over the coming days, Teesia couldn’t break free of the desire to take their master-and-slave games even further, to explore the roles even more deeply. There were moments when she could barely comprehend the intensity of the pleasure that being his slave brought her, and she simply knew there had to be even more. She yearned for Ralen to know that same pleasure—she yearned to trade their roles, just for one night.
One afternoon as she sat in the bathing tub, she shared her wish with Shaena as the pretty maid ran a soapy sponge down the length of Teesia’s thigh. Shaena frowned,instantly skeptical. “I don’t think Ralen is made to be anyone’s slave, Teesia—even yours.”
Teesia sulked at her friend as the sponge swept over her uplifted calf and then ticklishly onto her toes. “Perhaps there are sides to him he doesn’t know about. I want to find out.”
Shaena still shook her head doubtfully—but soon enough, she agreed to help Teesia concoct a plan. “I am your maid, after all,” she said on a sigh. “I suppose I must do as you wish.”
Teesia responded with a smile. “Thank you,” she replied, reaching to squeeze
Shaena’s hand.
“I just hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Don’t worry—I do. And my pussy is throbbing just thinking about it.”
Shaena let out a light laugh. “To tell you the truth, mine is, too.” Yet then her grin faded. “But I’m still unsure about this, Teesia. The notion might excite you and me, but that doesn’t mean it will excite Ralen.”
“Trust me, Shaena,” she said as she rose to her feet, water sluicing from her curves before she stepped into the drying cloth the other woman held out for her. “He will love it. He will love it more than he could ever imagine—just as I’ve loved submitting to him more than I could have
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