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

 than an inch  or two in any direction.

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After visiting his shelves, Ralen returned  with a small strip of black leather. Moving up to the end of the table where her wrists were chained, he pressed the soft leather over her eyes and said, “Lift  your head, vixen.” When  she did, he tied the  leather in place, leaving her unable to see.

Well, this was new. And not wholly welcome.

Her stomach fluttered with nervousness and uncertainty.

It had been a long time since such feelings had assaulted her, as she’d grown totrust Ralen. Even in pain, he brought her  pleasure, and anything she endured for him had held  ultimate rewards, so all her  fear had slowly dissipated over the days and nights of her confinement—until now.

“Wh-what is happening?”

No answer.

“Ralen?”

Again, nothing. Everything in the room was completely still, no sound.

Had he left  her there, like this?

He had. He  was gone!

Her heart beat madly in her chest as she wondered what would happen next. She knew he hadn’t tied her and covered her eyes  for nothing. What in Ares’ name was herbig brute of a husband planning for her?

Serves you right for having the confidence  to relax, to think the worst was over.

Just then, she heard the door open across the room.

“Ralen?”

“Yes, vixen.”

It was as if she could breathe again. Relief rushed through her body. “You’re here.

Thank Ares.”

“I left for only a moment.”

“Why? What…what’s going to happen now?”

Ralen’s warm mouth  pressed over hers,  his tongue  dipping past her lips. Shewished she could hug him, run her fingers  through his dark, beautiful mane of hair—she’d grown used to being able to do that  when he unchained her. But she kissed him back anyway, trying to make the  connection  of  their  mouths  be enough for her. Whenthe kiss was through, she whispered to  him softly. “Will you tell me what’s happening?”

His hand curved warm and full over her breast, caressing softly as his breath camehot in her ear. “Trust me, my little sex slave.”

Trust him. Just as she had grown to do. She  took a deep  breath. “All right, master. I shall.”

All went quiet after that, the room feeling  unbelievably still once  more. Yet she felt his presence, knew he remained near her, and her awareness of him brought a

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semblance of peace in her newly darkened world. She tried to  hear him breathing,  having heard that being blinded heightened  other senses.

She could  not  hear him, but when, a few moments later, a soft kiss met her hip, it set  her skin tingling. “Mmm,” she purred. The mouth moved to her stomach, its touch  scintillatingly sweet—and at the same time, lips closed over one nipple.

She drew in  her breath  at the shocking realization that two people were kissing her! Two! And she didn’t know who the second person was!

Oh Ares, this was insanity—how could it  be? Why was her husband doing this to

her?

Had she not endured enough, been as submissive as he could wish? Her breastcontinued being lightly suckled as more unfamiliar kisses arced across her belly and up toward the  other breast. She tensed, her hands knotting into fists above her head in their cuffs.  The sensations were at once  delicious and unthinkably outrageous. Why? Why?

“Relax, my naughty wife,” Ralen’s warm voice said near her ear. She’d never heard it sound so soothing. “Relax, enjoy,  and let the pleasure consume you.”

And then she realized that if Ralen was talking, he was not even  one of the people kissing her!

As a mouth moved warmly onto her other nipple, closing gently around it,  the first was released, that pair of lips rising to kiss  the curving ridge of her breast, then her neck. She let out a sigh of distress, despite the undeniably glorious physical delights being bestowed. Why would Ralen give  her to someone else like this?  Two  someoneelses!

“I want to watch you  be pleasured, vixen,” he said from the foot  of the table, his  voice still strong, calm, reassuring. “I want  you to feel how deeply it pleasures  me  to  watch this. And I want to hear you say my name.”

“But who—?”

A light snap of the crop stung her hip when she least expected it, but his voice remained low and even. “Say my name. Tells me whose pleasure brings about your own. Whose eyes watch you.”

Teesia trembled beneath the kisses from unknown mouths. “Ralen.”

“Again.”

“Ralen.”

“Keep saying it.”

She let out a sigh, her entire body tingling, and whispered his name. “Ralen. Oh,

Ralen.”

The kisses seemed to buffet her body like waves that crashed from both sides.

“Ralen.”

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One person’s mouth climbed her arm, the other licked rhythmically at her taut, sensitive nipple.

“Ralen.”

Kisses came from everywhere—moving down  her inner thigh, across her shoulder.  Low on her stomach—just above her pulsing cunt—and high on her chest.

“Ralen.” Forehead. “Ralen.” Breast. “Ralen.” A tongue in her navel. “Ralen, oh  Ralen!”

The pleasure was consuming and…irresistible. She couldn’t  not  feel it.  And  Ralen’s gaze. She couldn’t see his eyes, but she could feel those,  too, burning through her, watching this decadent act as his cock filled with stiff lust.

When a kiss came on her mouth, shockingly soft, she instinctively kissed back. A hand on her breast cupped and caressed. Another kiss touched her lips, this one slightlyrougher—being delivered from the other party,  she thought. Another hand on  her  otherbreast, again firmer and larger, kneaded her hungry flesh.

“Oh Ralen,” she purred, almost as if it were  his  kisses,  his  hands.

Her sensual tormentors took turns kissing  her, lulling her until she all she knewwas their touch and their warm mouths—and  Ralen’s hot gaze, even hidden from her

as it was.

And then came  both  mouths, kissing her together, engaging her tongue with theirsas they continued massaging her breasts, tweaking the points of her nipples, driving her wild. Where was her pussy chain when she needed it?

Like an answer to a silent plea, one of  her new lovers descended, leaving her lips,his mouth sweeping across breast and belly until he was kissing her inner thigh, then letting a warm, wet tongue sink