Master of Desire Lacey Alexander (novels to read in english .txt) 📖

licked and sucked it from  the lush mounds. Hands at herass, mouth at her chocolaty nipples, he pulled her down, smoothly sheathing his cock with her warm, slick pussy. They both moaned, and though they’d never fucked thisway before—he’d never deigned to let her be  up on top of him in any way until this unplanned  moment—she moved on him with  instinctive, rhythmic moves, as ifperforming an erotic dance.

He suckled and she fucked, he licked and she writhed. When the chocolate was mostly gone, she raked her breasts against  his chest and he kissed her shoulders, her neck. Need stampeded through him, the all-consuming lust taking over his entire being. He said, “Come, my dirty little wanton wife. Come for me.  Now.”

The cry tore from her throat without warning and she rode him so hard—her head dropping back, eyes shut, breasts bouncing —that he couldn’t hold  in  his eruptionanother second. He  exploded inside her, all  the while envisioning  his fluids drenching the inner walls of her cunt.

He hated thinking she was amazing, hated thinking she was everything he couldhave ever wanted in a wife. He hated giving her that power, even only in his mind.

But as he emptied his  hot semen up inside  her, it was  a pleasure unsurpassed by anything he’d ever known. She’d become his  perfect, willing sex slave. And indeed, shewas  everything he’d ever dreamed a woman could be.

* * * * *

The coming days were filled with more  hot fucking for Teesia. Sometimes shepranced about the room for Ralen, swishing  her tail this way and that. Sometimes heeven took the tail out for a while and tied her back  to the table, tightly, just like that first

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night,  arms and legs outstretched, and slowly moved one of the clay cocks in and out of  her, watching carefully as it entered and exited her pussy, seeming as aroused by it as  she was. Afterward, he would bend over the table, down between her thighs, and lick  her until she climaxed.

Rather than fear him  as she had at first,  she now relished his arrivals, wondering what new treats and experiences he had in store. She didn’t even balk on the day he inserted yet a larger fringed cone in her  ass—moreover, she’d ended up howling with pleasure when he’d bent her over the padded table to do it and commenced  spanking her at the same time.

He still kept her loosely chained at night  to sleep, and never once took her in thebed or deigned to  sleep next  to her. Yet, even so, she knew it  was complete. She had surrendered—utterly, totally. He was her whole world.

She knew this was what he’d wanted, this  total submission of body and soul. And she didn’t even mind, because she’d never known her devotion and dependence on someone could run so deep. She loved belonging to him.  It was that  simple.

“You’re ready for more, vixen,” he said one afternoon as she sat in his lap, naked but for her jeweled bracelets, free even of  her nipple rings and pussy chain. He had just relieved her of them, pulling her  down atop  his thighs to feed her the midday meal.

But she was confused.  More? “What more could there be?”

In reply, her dark husband flashed the  most wicked smile she’d ever seen  him

wear. “There are things I wish to do to  you that I cannot accomplish alone.”

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Teesia swallowed. “I…don’t understand.”

“There are things, Teesia, that I wish to  watch  be done to you.”

She knit her brows, wondering what he meant.

“Now, stand up,” he said, and she complied,  waiting as he crossed the room to a cabinet next to the shelves and pegboard where he kept all his sexual toys. A moment later, he returned bearing a heaping handful of small  gold disks—they resembled the ancient Before Times coins she’d seen on  occasion, but shone smoother and shinier.

Lowering the pile to the table, Ralen separated some of them from the rest and  Teesia realized they were not single disks,  but bound together by  cording so that one  disk slightly overlapped another  to make long strings of them. The lines of disks were  connected to one another in various places, though, as if forming some sort of  puzzle or  maze. Ralen held up the stringed disks and told her to hold  her arms out to him, then he slipped the corded gold over her arms and up onto  her shoulders. Moving behind her, he fastened it all together somehow in back. In the front, the  disks dipped from her  shoulders down under her breasts, hugging  them snuggly, lifting them higher.

Next, he took up the remaining disks, also strung to overlap one another, and soon  had her stepping between the lines of gold until he was pulling them up to settle at her hips in a circle that went around her, much like her pussy chain. Only no disks  stretched directly through her cunt. Instead,  dual strands of disks extended down on  both sides of her slit before  curving into the valley of  her ass to connect to  the line of disks spanning her lower back.

“What…are these?” she asked, looking at her husband.

“Gifts. Body jewelry. To draw attention to  your breasts and pussy, make them even  lovelier than they already are. They should  also serve to make you feel pleasantly  bound. Come,” he said, taking her hand and leading her to the viewing glass near the padded table. “Look at yourself.”

Teesia peered into the pieces of uneven  glass in wonder. Added to the bejeweled  bracelets she’d worn since their wedding, she  couldn’t deny that she looked exquisitely  sexual. She felt that way, too. “Thank you,” she said, turning to gaze up into her  husband’s dark eyes.

“Now, return to your platform,” he said, taking both of her hands and motioning to the table. “Lie on your back.”

Today, he chained her somewhat tightly—not so much that  her arms and legs suffered that stretched feeling that was sometimes oddly pleasurable, but  enough that  she could not move her hands or feet more