Master of Desire by Lacey Alexander (e ink manga reader txt) 📗
- Author: Lacey Alexander
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Yet even this, it seemed, did not wound her. “I am no one’s whore but yours,” she said, her voice filled with pride. Then she struck him again, soundly on the hip, dangerously close to his cock, and the reverberations from it echoed through him, turning him regretfully harder for her. He moaned—then growled his frustration, onceagain pulling helplessly at the cords that held him down.
He watched, powerless, as she climbed up onto the bed, between his spread legs, rising to her knees. Her beautifully bare cunt gaped slightly, her clit and pink foldsswelling from the slit, moist and glistening. She licked her luscious upper lip, then aroused him against his will even more by raking the length of the riding crop through her pussy with a sensual sigh.
He closed his eyes, willing the heated vision away, figuring he could control at least that much—but shutting out the sight of her helped not at all when she ran the fringedend of the crop up the length of his stiff rod. He couldn’t hold in his moan.
Next, her mouth replaced the crop at his shaft—he didn’t need to see that to know the feeling, either. She was licking him, from base to tip, a slow torture that heated theblood in his veins no matter how he tried not to respond. “Damnable woman, you areevil,” he bit out.
“No, I am your mistress, and I am going to make you obey me, slave.”
“I will not,” he said through clenched teeth, opening his eyes to glower at her.
Another useless pull at the ties. He needed to be free. He detested this, having his control taken. It made him feel weak…on the inside. Just like Banya had once made him feel. Like his father had always made him feel. He hated the emotion more than anything on the earth.
“You will,” she said, her confidence still fully in place.
Who on earth was this woman? Not his sweet, obedient, playful Teesia. Certainly
not the woman he loved.
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She took his cock full in her mouth and as much as he wanted to look away, hecouldn’t. Her sexuality was too raw, too open and beautiful, not to watch—even now. And Ares above, when she sucked him, he felt it everywhere. He gritted his teeth against the pleasure, wishing it away, but it wouldn’t go. He didn’t want this to feelgood—he would not let it.
But, Ares help him, it did feel good. Too horribly good. He even thrust toward her mouth, unable to help himself. Yes, yes, vixen, suck me. So good. Your mouth is so sweet andhot on me.
Yet no—he could not want this, could not let her think she controlled him. It tookall his might, but he forced himself to stop thrusting. He tried to hold his breath, think of other things, anything—anything to quit feeling it.
Only, just like pulling at the silk ties, resistance was useless. She took him so deep,sucked him so well, he couldn’t not push back against her, couldn’t not lift his ass from the table to meet her prettily swollen lips.
And then he stopped trying not to thrust—in fact, he thrust hard, harder, thinking to punish her this way. If she wanted to suck his cock so badly, then he would fuck her mouth as severely as he could, until she pulled back, admitting defeat.
Only—for Ares’ sake!—she didn’t pull back. She merely sucked him harder. No matter how he thrust at her tender mouth, she met him with the same intensity, thebattle waging onward.
Ah, vixen. Soon he would come. Come so hard. Her ministrations echoed like rollsof thunder through his whole body now, and her ferocious eagerness had only added to the unquenchable fire in his veins. Going to come. In her mouth. So good. So hard. That’s all he could think of now. Her mouth. His cock. Pleasure. Deep, searing pleasure—out ofcontrol. Thrust, thrust. Yes, yes. Soon. Almost.
Then she stopped.
His cock dropped heavy against his stomach and he let out a ferocious groan at theloss.
She met his gaze overtop of it, her eyes more than feral now—she was reckless, demanding, an untamed animal. “Call me mistress.”
The sound that left him was a growl as he yanked at the ties.
“ Call me mistress,” she demanded, her upper lip curling slightly, her voice labored. “Beg me. Beg me to make you come.”
He wanted her mouth back on his cock so badly that he was writhing against the table, lifting it toward her involuntarily. But he kept his own mouth closed, willing himself to get hold of his body, his mind, to get back his control.
“Say it, slave. Beg me.”
Dear Ares, now even the harsh tone of her voice was adding to his want. He clenched his teeth tighter, the words on the tip of his tongue. Please. Suck me, mistress. It
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would be so easy—and then he’d have what he wanted, needed, so badly. But he let out a huge breath. “No.”
Without warning, she picked up the crop and snapped it against his erect cock. He cried out and glared at her in horror—but then let his head drop back with a forlorn sigh, for even that had felt good. Ares help me.
“You will,” she said, her voice a bit softer now. “You will beg me, Ralen. I promise you, you will beg me.”
“No,” he said again.
At which point he suffered the agony of watching her straddle him and begin rubbing her cunt back and forth over the ridge of his cock. She looked no less than tantalizing hovering above him that way, her lush breasts beautifully on display, her sweet pink pussy pressing wet and warm around his shaft. “You will beg me,” she said, her voice heated with pleasure now. “You will say whatever I tell you to say.”
And then she wrapped her fist around him, held his erection upright,
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