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  “Name,” he growled, and I felt that erection hard and hot against my thigh.

  “Slave,” I whispered in desperation. “Captive. Prisoner. Toy. Possession. Minion.”

  He claimed my mouth again, his fingers locking in my hair. I felt his grip upon me and his heart pounding almost against my own. Was it possible that his desire was as great as my own? I took a chance and curled my free leg around him, inviting him to plant his cock within me.

  Royce groaned and I rolled my hips, rubbing myself against him, and he inhaled sharply before breaking our kiss. He was taut, his eyes glittering, and I sensed the power coiled within him.

  “On the bed,” he commanded, and I was quick to obey. I only shed my shoes before climbing onto the high mattress. It was so stuffed with down that it was like crossing a cloud, and the black silken velvet coverlet was softer than any cloth I’d felt before. “On your back in the middle of the bed. Show yourself to me.”

  I felt audacious to part my legs, but it was clear he savored the sight of me.

  “You do like this,” he mused, and I knew my wet sex must be glistening in the light.

  “I like you, sir.”

  “Good. Hold fast to the pillar above your head,” he commanded, his voice low and silky. I gripped the heavy wooden pillar and felt that I was stretched wide. “I could bind you thus,” he said and the notion made my heart leap. “Or you could agree to hold the pose. I like the idea of you complying by your own choice.”

  “Then I will hold the position, sir,” I said, for I feared that his dark side might return once I was helpless.

  He shed his belt, his tabard, his chemise, without tearing his gaze from me. His boots were kicked aside, his chausses cast after them, and then he was gloriously golden and nude. He crawled across the mattress toward me and I was reminded of a predator on the hunt. His eyes glowed and he smiled as he reclined beside me. The weight of his hand on my breast made me jump, and I exhaled with pleasure when he caressed the length of me. His fingertip followed the line of the pearls until it slid over the nest of curls on my pubis. The ends of the rope of pearls dangled there and he smiled as he pushed them into the folds of my labia. I caught my breath but he rubbed them against my clitoris, catching it between the two strands so that I thought I would lose my mind. I squirmed and moaned, but he smiled and teased me only more.

  “Let us test your obedience,” he whispered.

  “If you wish, sir.” My voice was higher than usual, my words falling fast in my agitation. He brushed his mouth over mine, teasing me more.

  “I do wish,” he growled. “You are forbidden to find your release, until I command it.”

  I gasped then, for those pearls were driving against me in a way that might make it impossible for me to obey. His fingers were warm against me, merciless and yet tender. “I fear I will fail you, sir,” I managed to say and he chuckled.

  “Then you will be punished. We have until the dawn for you to get it right.”

  He kissed me then, crushing me slightly beneath him in a most welcome way, even as his fingers teased me with the pearls. I felt anxiety rise within me, a fear that I would fail to obey his command, then realized that he meant for me to do so. He wanted to punish me and so he would torment me until I failed. It was a game, and one intended to grant us both pleasure.

  Once I saw that the outcome was beyond my control, I shuddered and surrendered fully to his touch. I was his pet and his prize. I was his conquest and his claim. I could only enjoy. I could only be seduced. I could only wait for whatsoever he wished to do to me.

  And welcome every moment of it.

  Chapter 7

  Royce

  She was glorious.

  Her black hair spread gleaming across the velvet coverlet, like a river in the moonlight. Her skin glowed pale, the pearls shining darkly against her perfection. She still wore the mask, which made her look even more mysterious and exotic. Her puss was wet and swollen, so ready for me that it was all I could to restrain myself.

  To tease her.

  To pleasure her.

  It was the first time for her, and I didn’t want to disappoint her. I wanted to make the tension last, almost as much as I wanted to bury myself within her and claim her fully. She closed her eyes as I tormented her with the pearls, her lips swollen from my kiss and her lashes like dark crescents against her cheeks. She was flushed, rosy from her breasts upward, consternation making her breath hitch in a delicious way. Her nipples were so hard and so sensitive—the slightest brush of my fingertips over them made her quiver.

  And her puss. The pearls against her clitoris prompted a divine reaction in her. She arched her back. She gasped. She moaned. I worked them against her, ensuring that the hard bud was caught in the small gap between the stranded pearls, then crushed between two pearls. The scent of her was intoxicating and I admired how she clung to the pillar, following my command by never moving her hands.

  I had less conviction that she’d be able to keep herself from climax and, in fact, was determined to drive her to it. I wanted to have an excuse to lock her in the cage.

  Already she learned to return my kiss with passion, as she hadn’t earlier. She was so responsive that it was intoxicating to teach her anything new. She writhed beneath me as I touched her and when she felt my erection grow against her belly, I saw her quick smile of satisfaction. Then she squirmed with greater vigor, a minx intent upon driving me on.

  I broke our kiss, not wanting to be the one who surrendered first to temptation. I seized a rope I had left nearby and leaned over her, quickly binding her wrists and securing them to the pillar. I left a length of rope between her wrists and the pillar, so that I could move her as I chose. Her mouth worked, but I kissed her before she could speak.

  “It will be simpler for you to face one challenge at a time,” I whispered, and felt her heart flutter beneath my palm. I bent and kissed that red mark again, as the gesture seemed to reassure her, and felt her exhale. A wave of tenderness coursed through me, and I slid my hand over her again. “Spread your legs wider and hold them thus, and I won’t bind your ankles,” I offered, and she quickly complied.

  I rose from the bed and walked around it, wanting to sear the sight of her in my memory. She was beautiful, lush, soft, and sweet. I stood at the foot of the bed, knowing what I would do. Again I crawled across the mattress. Again, she watched me with wide eyes and obvious anticipation. This time, though, I halted between her thighs, spreading my hands against the soft fair skin to hold her open, then bent to eat her.

  She cried out in her surprise, but I drove the pearls against her clitoris with my tongue. She gasped and struggled against her bonds, but her reaction wasn’t one of fear. No, her juices were running like a river, her reaction impossible for me to miss. I ate her slowly and deliberately, gauging the hardness of her clitoris, pushing and retreating, teasing until she whispered my name. I was lost in the sight and the scent of her, consumed by the sound of her breath and the skip of her pulse. I drew out the torment as long as I could, taking her to the cusp of release, then halting, only to being my assault again.

  I waited until she was entreating me for release. I waited until she begged. I waited until she thrashed in her bonds.

  Then I drove the pearls hard against her, thrusting her over the edge so that she cried out in ecstasy. Her thighs tightened around me and I gripped her buttocks hard, driving her on and on and on until she collapsed panting and shivering.

  I stood up then, washed my face, and watched her tremble. “How very disobedient you are,” I said and she smiled at me.

  “I don’t think you left me a choice, sir.”

  “How impertinent you are.” I lifted a brow and she laughed, her gaze dropping to my erection.

  “It seemed you wanted to punish me, sir,” she said, her manner pert and playful. “As a loyal subject, I could only comply with your desire.”

  I laughed at her clever turnabout, then crossed the chamber slowly. I knew she was watch
ing me. I opened the cabinet of tools and heard her catch her breath in uncertainty. I fingered a whip, a blindfold, a length of rope. “Does any of this trouble you?”

  “Much of it does, sir.”

  “Why? It is only a means to ensure that my pet serves my pleasure.”

  She swallowed visibly. “Of course, sir.”

  “On your knees,” I commanded, choosing a leather paddle from the array of options. “We shall begin with a simple correction.”

  She was quick to follow my instruction, the pale splendor of her butt inviting my attention. I positioned her at the side of the bed so that her weight was on her elbows, her ass in the air, her knees apart. I twisted her hair and coiled it on one side of her neck so I could see her face in the firelight. Her wrists were still bound and secured to the pillar. I placed my hand on the back of her waist, then began to spank her.

  “So very naughty,” I said after the first blow had brought tears to her eyes. “You will not forget this correction.”

  “No, sir,” she managed to gasp before I struck her again.

  As I had seen with the twins, she struggled against the blows at first. Her body was stiff and she braced herself in anticipation of each one. She held the pose with visible effort and seemed to be merely enduring the experience.

  After six blows, I laid the paddle on her back and eased my fingers between her legs, caressing her sex slowly until she gasped with pleasure. She widened her stance slightly and I pressed on her clitoris, watching the shiver roll over her. She softened then, surrendering a little, and with some encouragement, arched her back higher.

  Six more blows, each a sharp smack against her butt, each leaving her skin a little more rosy. There was a patina of perspiration on her lip and on her back, a glistening that made her look more enticing. She shook in her bonds, but the full surrender was close.

  Another caress. This time, I slid my fingers inside her, working my thumb across the hard bud that revealed her pleasure. She moaned, burying her face in the bonds upon her wrists and shook like a tree in a tempest. I ached to claim her. She was trying so hard to do my will—and I was trying so hard to make it impossible.

  I ran a hand over her, to soothe her. “Would you find it easier to be silenced?”

  She looked up in surprise. “I don’t know, sir.”

  “I understand that some find it simpler to bear more when they have less control.”

  “Then you aren’t done, sir?”

  I smiled. “Not nearly.”

  She gasped and averted her gaze, then nodded quick agreement. “The rope helps, sir, so maybe that will as well.”

  I was proud of her for admitting as much and thrilled to be able to bind her more securely. Deep inside me was a terror that she would escape and that I would be cheated of all the pleasure we two could share. The more securely I tied her, the more confident I felt of keeping her—and the harder my cock became. I knew it would take more than a night to have my fill of my mysterious beauty.

  I returned to the cabinet and chose a leather gag that had been cunningly designed to almost completely silence the wearer. She caught her breath at the sight of it and licked her lips. “Of course, then I would not be able to confess my name to you, sir,” she noted and I laughed.

  “But you refuse to surrender it anyway. Perhaps you will change your mind after you have been disciplined.”

  “Perhaps, sir,” she admitted and I heard her excitement.

  I decided to leave on the mask, for I liked how its darkness contrasted with her complexion. It added an air of mystery or magic to our mating that I was reluctant to surrender.

  At my gesture, she parted those luscious lips to bite the pad and I couldn’t resist the temptation of her mouth. I kissed her thoroughly first, kissed her long and hard. Then I gagged her securely, tightening the straps so that the gag couldn’t be dislodged. I invited her to shout, and she tried, but managed only a small mew. Her eyes widened in dismay but I smiled and bent over her.

  “Now you are truly helpless,” I whispered and she nodded agreement, those eyes wide and blue. I could smell her heat and her perspiration. “Now you will learn what it is to be mine.” She nodded again and resumed her earlier pose, showing a taste for the lesson that pleased me well.

  This time, she surrendered to the blows. This time, she lifted her butt to welcome each one. This time, the rhythm of each strike was echoed in her posture, embraced and savored. I gave her six, each harder than the last, then invited her to fight her bonds. She struggled and moaned, assuring both of us of the futility of her situation, then I gave her six more. The heat was coming off her in waves and I could resist no longer.

  I cast aside the paddle and tugged her over the side of the bed. Her feet were on the floor, the mattress high enough that she was standing on her toes. Her butt was gloriously red, a mark of my possession. I gripped her hips and lifted her up. I slid my cock through the slick folds of her labia, waiting for her to shiver, then eased myself inside her.

  She was so hot. So wet. So tight.

  I paused, not wanting to injure her, but she made a little moan into her gag and wriggled her hips, inviting me onward.

  I didn’t need to be asked twice. I buried myself in her slick heat, then began to move with deliberation. I felt the quiver begin deep insider her. I felt the tumult beneath her skin. I seized those pearls with one hand and drove them against her clitoris again, loving the feel of her writhing with pleasure in my arms. I tormented her, driving myself wild as well, until I could stand it no longer. I pinched her clitoris between the pearls and savored the smothered cry of her release as she shook from head to toe.

  I shook in my release, as well, but my cry surely echoed far beyond the confines of my chambers.

  She was mine.

  Did she know I meant to keep her?

  If not, she would soon find out.

  I left her, bound and gagged on my bed, when I cleaned myself. She wriggled a little, watching me, but I took my time. I then took another length of rope and securely bound one of her ankles to the bedpost at the foot of the bed. She jerked her leg when I claimed her other ankle, but I gave her a hard look when she might have struggled. She shivered and relaxed, her breath hitching as I tied that ankle to the other post at the foot of the bed. She was spread wide now, her sex gleaming in the firelight.

  I strolled around the bed and unbound her hands from the pillar. She might have thought I intended to release her, but instead I secured them to the middle of the headboard and ensure that she was stretched taut. I could see her breasts rising and falling quickly in her agitation, but her nipples were tight, a sure sign that I wasn’t alone in enjoying our games.

  I washed her then, taking my time with the task, ensuring that I caressed her with the rough cloth. I kept at it until her hips were shifting on the velvet coverlet and she became slick again. I fingered her outright then, flicking the end of my nail over her clitoris and watching her writhe beneath my touch. I slid my hand beneath her, feeling how hot the skin was where I’d spanked her, and deciding what I would do to her next.

  I poured myself a glass of wine then, surveying her, then removed her gag. I watched her lick her lips and felt a hunger for her awaken within me again. I rubbed my hand over her mouth roughly, liking its softness beneath my palm, liking the quick flurry of her breath.

  “It pleases me that you learn so quickly to be obedient,” I said.

  “Perhaps you would rather I was disobedient, sir,” she said. “I think you like to discipline me.”

  “I do.” I sipped the wine then, and felt its welcome surge of heat. I considered this beauty with her sparkling eyes and knew that I had only begun to teach her obedience. “I like it so well that I will do it again.”

  She inhaled but I lifted her head in my hand. I held the chalice to her lips and she sipped from the same place my mouth had been. It could not have been an accident, for her gaze flew to mine, as if she were intent upon gaining my favor.

  She
couldn’t have claimed more of it.

  She flushed a little from the wine and I guessed that she’d never tasted it before. It put a glitter in her eyes and I bent to lick a stray drop from her bottom lip. I slid my tongue between her lips, chasing the heat of the wine, claiming her yet again. She was soft and supple, surrendering to my salute with a sweetness that made my cock throb. I caught one nipple between finger and thumb again, kneading it to a peak before I broke our kiss and claimed it with my mouth instead.

  I could hear her moan so clearly, and feel her breath quicken. I felt her pulse leap and dragged my teeth over that nipple until she cried out wordlessly.

  Mine.

  Forever.

  I straightened then, my desire in full force again. I straightened and drained the chalice. “I want you to beg me to keep you forever,” I said, voicing my most heartfelt desire

  “But it is to be only for a night,” she protested.

  “I am to be king. Do you challenge my desire?”

  “No, sir. I simply thought it was impossible.”

  “Nothing is impossible when all the kingdom must serve your will.”

  “But...” Her gaze flicked to the cage and I saw her take a breath.

  “Yes,” I said in a low purr, savoring her concern. “It is for you. You will reside there until I’ve had my fill of you. I doubt it will be soon.”

  “But, sir...”

  I seized the gag once more and silenced her questions. If I secured it more tightly than before, it was only a sign of my vexation. If her concern became fear, I didn’t care. She thrashed in her bonds, unable to escape, and I saw a tear slip from behind her mask.

  This would teach her who was in command.