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Authors: Cheyenne McCray

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Awai stilled knowing that he was speaking of the other two men and Ty planning on fulfilling her fantasy. The thought excited and scared her all at once. What would it be like to be kissed and fondled by three men?

But she didn’t have time to think anymore because Ty began sliding the glass cock in and out of her ass at the same time he slid two fingers into her pussy. “Would you like my cock now, Awai? Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she said, barely able to speak. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

Ty slipped his fingers from her pussy but kept the glass cock in her ass. She felt the head of his cock at the entrance to her core and she almost whimpered, she wanted him so badly. “Beg me to fuck you,” he demanded. “Beg me to punish you.”

“Yes, fuck me!” she shouted. “Spank me, Majesty. I’ve been such a bad girl. Spank me while you fuck me.”

He spanked her hard as he continued to fuck her ass with the crystal cock. Sweat rolled down Awai’s forehead as she rocked back and forth, meeting each thrust of the device and each swat as he spanked her.

“Please, Majesty,” she begged. “Please let me come.”

“No.” Ty drove the device harder into her ass and her butt stung from the swat that followed.

Awai tried to still, tried to keep her body from going over the edge, from reaching that point, but it was too much.

Her orgasm slammed into her and she cried out. She could do nothing but ride out the waves as he spanked her harder, and continued thrusting the phallus in and out of her ass.

Finally, when she was limp with exhaustion, he stopped. When he stepped into view his hands were empty and she knew he must have used his magic to get rid of the crystal cock.

He crossed his arms across his massive chest. “You disappoint me, slave. You have earned a severe punishment.”

Crap.
“I am sorry, Your Majesty.”

With a wave, Ty released her bonds. “Come.”

Awai crawled down, off what she now considered a freaking torture device. Yes, she’d had an incredible orgasm, but by the look on his face, she knew she wasn’t going to like what he had in mind for her next.

Hopefully it involved fucking her, and soon.

He held out his palm and a circular length of golden rope appeared. “Hold out your hands.”

Her pulse raced as she obeyed. Ty looped the rope around one of her wrists, then the other. When he was finished, her wrists were bound in front of her, so close that she couldn’t move them.

“Follow me,” he commanded and turned on his heel.

She followed, cool air brushing over her naked body. Her thighs were slick with her juices and tremors still rippled through her from her orgasm. When Ty reached the doors, he waited for her to follow.

His gaze held challenge, as if daring her to argue over walking through his palace naked.

She raised her head and he looked satisfied as she followed him through the doorway. The tiles were cool under her feet while she followed him through the palace. They passed only Kalina on the way, and all the sorceress did was give the King a quick bow of her head before continuing on. She appeared to be distracted.

Which was fine by Awai.

By the time they reached their bedchamber, Awai was ready to do anything to please him so that he would fuck her.

Ty stopped before the round bed and faced her. “On your knees, slave.”

With her hands still bound in front of her, Awai knelt in front of Ty. He flicked his fingers and his breeches and boots vanished, leaving only his beautiful naked body and that mouthwatering huge cock that she wanted inside her.

“I am going to fuck your mouth,” he said in a growl. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her toward his erection.

“Yes, Majesty.” Awai parted her lips and Ty slid his cock through them, his fist still clenched in her hair.

Because her hands were still bound, she could do nothing but suck and flick her tongue along his length. She looked up at him and saw him watching as he thrust in and out of her mouth, pulling at her hair at the same time. Sweat gleamed on his chest and the club tattoo at his abs contracted as his eyes darkened.

Ty’s cock stiffened and his thigh muscles clenched as he climaxed with a fierce growl. His fluid filled her mouth, sliding down her throat. He continued to pulsate and throb as he moved in and out a few times more, and then he pulled away.

Awai licked his come from her lips as she sat on her haunches and looked up at him.

“You will remain in your bedchamber until your punishment has been fulfilled,” he said in an imperious tone that made her heart sink. “You will not wear clothing and you will not pleasure yourself.”

Awai’s bonds slackened, wide enough for her to use her hands, but she was still bound.

“If you attempt to bring yourself to climax, the ropes will tighten,” he said. “If you behave, and do as you are instructed, I will come for you again.”

Another wave of his hand and he was again clothed. “Do you understand why you are being punished, slave?”

Awai was tempted to shout
cherry blossoms
, but she nodded instead. This wasn’t more than she could handle, was it?

“Yes, Majesty,” she said. “I’m being punished for climaxing without your permission.”

He nodded. “And the reason that is important?”

Grinding her teeth, Awai reached for an answer and found one faster than she expected. “Because I have to trust that you’ll give me what I need, when I need it. That your pleasure will be mine.”

Ty gave another quick nod. “Good. Servants will bring your food and prepare your bath. Use the time to think about whether or not you are willing to submit completely, to give over your pleasures and truly trust me. I offer only what you dream of, tigress. Believe that.”

She was still kneeling on the floor when Ty strode past her and walked out the room, shutting the doors behind him.

Slowly Awai got to her feet and walked to the bed, then threw herself face down on the mattress. The nipple rings taunted her and her pussy ached. No doubt Ty’s magical rope would keep her from taking care of matters for herself, but she needed to come again, so badly that she could just explode.

But he was denying her.

In order to fulfill her more completely…

Yeah, yeah, yeah. She knew the damned drill. She’d run it enough times, on the dominating side.

Was this what her subs felt? Helpless? Frustrated? Chagrined?

Turned on beyond all reason or imagination?

Damn.

But he was right. Damn again. Damn one hundred times.

If she trusted him, truly trusted him, she would find a way to deny herself until
he
thought the moment was right, until
he
would achieve the most pleasure. And therefore pleasure her all the more.

“This is fucking complicated,” she moaned. Then she buried her face deep in the soft bedcover and screamed out all her pent up sexual frustration until she was too tired to scream any more.

 

* * * * *

During the day and a half that followed, Ty didn’t come for Awai, which frustrated her to no end. If she even thought about touching her pussy, her bonds would tighten and she had no range of movement for the next hour or so. Two female servants had brought her meals and had helped her with her bath. Neither would speak to her, and Awai gave up on attempting conversation with either of them.

After a time, she started finding ways to distract herself from her own physical needs. She would feel the pleasure building, building—the wants, the needs—and then she would just slip to the side of them, somehow. Into subspace. Into
her
space. Into a place where she had full power over her body, and never needed to fear or feel suspicious of a man again.

Today, the second morning, Awai sat upon the comfortable chaise lounge near the balcony doors. Sunshine spilled through the windows and warmed her naked body. She ached so badly for Ty that she did anything she could to keep her mind off of him. Which wasn’t easy. No matter what she did, her thoughts continued to stray back toward the man who she’d given herself up to as his sex slave.

Would being Ty’s submissive truly allow her soul to be free as he thought it would?

Admittedly, the times she could slip into that “other” emotional place made her feel strong, vibrant—powerful.

But, free?

More than once she’d considered shouting her safe word out the balcony doors, but she had chosen this role, and she was determined to see it through. At least until her nieces arrived.

She held a leather-bound book close to her chest, pressing it tight against her nipples, the charms digging into her flesh. She had just finished the book and felt a strange sort of discomfort, like something was wrong, but she couldn’t quite place what it was.

While she’d waited for her punishment to end, she’d been spending her time sitting on the bed or the chaise lounge, reading books that she took from the beautiful bookcase hugging one curved wall. The books were fascinating, all with leather covers, the pages made of thick parchment, and the words written by hand. She took care as she read them, certain there could be very few of them in existence if Tarok didn’t have printing presses.

The book she had just finished, the one in her arms, was the last book in the room on the history of Tarok. Awai actually had enjoyed her time reading. She’d learned about the centuries old Kingdom, including more recent times when the larger Kingdom of Tarok was divided into the lesser Kingdoms of Hearts, Spades, Diamonds, and Clubs.

To her surprise, Awai had also discovered that the brothers had a younger sister named Mikaela. She had left Tarok to wed Balin, the King of Malachad, one of Tarok’s sworn enemies.

When Awai had read about the women of Tarok and their inability to conceive, she understood the Kings better and their need to find mates outside their world. They needed Queens who would be immune to the mindspells of the Kingdom of Malachad.

Apparently Mikaela, now the Queen of Malachad, was believed to be the force behind the mind attacks. King Balin was thought to be under the Queen’s mind-control. Unfortunately the history book Awai had just finished left off at the point where the Queen’s treachery had been discovered by the sorceress and her cards. Perhaps books on more recent times were kept elsewhere in the palace.

While she read the history, Awai couldn’t help but sense there was something missing. And that there was something far darker and far more dangerous at play. She didn’t understand the feelings, but they were there, perched on the edge of her consciousness, just out of reach. She had an image of herself, flicking her whip into that dark abyss, striking and pulling back what she needed to see and understand.

But her whip lay on her bedside table, unused for the last two days. Her bonds didn’t allow whip practice. If they had, she might have slept better, but even her dreams had been haunted. Awai hugged the book tighter to her chest as she recalled the most recent nightmare she’d had. She’d dreamed she was the white tiger trapped in darkness at the end of a very long and black tunnel. Awai had floundered and fought to break free, but the darkness was too strong, too great to overcome, and she could do nothing to get away from it. Desperately, she cast about for an ally, a means of saving herself—but she found only emptiness and the doubling of the evil that held her fast.

Awai had woken before dawn, her skin coated in sweat.

“It must be these books that are getting to me,” Awai murmured as she got up to put the book away. When she reached the bookcase, her bonds relaxed enough to allow her the movement necessary to place the history book back on the shelf. As soon as she finished, her bonds tightened again and she dropped them in front of her.

“Okay, I’ve learned my lesson,” she muttered. “Now come and get me, Majesty.”

The doors opened and Awai’s gaze shot to them, hoping it was Ty. She tried not to show her disappointment when she saw that it was the sorceress instead.

Kalina smiled and gave a flick of her fingers. Awai’s bonds fell away.

“You are free to roam the palace now,” the sorceress said with a small bow.

“Thank god.” Awai massaged her wrists. The ropes had never been tight enough to hurt her, but it felt good to know that she was free now. She grabbed a robe out of the wardrobe and slipped it on, tying it snugly at her waist. “Can I go anywhere?”

With a nod, Kalina said, “As long as you stay within the palace grounds.”

Awai smiled and didn’t wait. Maybe if she found Ty, he’d jump her now, she thought as she headed out the double doors. And then her smile turned into a small frown. No, likely he had a lot more teasing and torture in mind for her before he actually took her the way she desperately wanted him to.

Chapter Nine

 

Ty stood in the sorceress’s chambers, his hands behind his back, his gaze focused on Kalina. Once she had given Awai permission to leave her bedchamber, the sorceress had met Ty in her own chambers.

Kalina now stood before the glowing
a’bin
, the table she used to predict the future of Tarok. She pushed her long fall of black hair over her shoulder, her fire-ice eyes studying the cards upon the table
.
These cards she used to tell the futures of Tarok and its four Kingdoms, but on this day she had called him because the cards told a tale that she found both confusing and unnerving.

While he waited for the sorceress to interpret the cards, he glanced toward the lone window that was shadowed by heavy drapes. Kalina preferred her chambers to have little light save for countless candles perched upon every surface in the room. The smells of burning tallow, herbs, and perfumes filled the chamber. Amidst the plethora of scents, his keen weretiger senses caught her honeysuckle perfume, a scent that used to incite him, used to cause him to lust after the beautiful sorceress.

But now that he had found his mate, no one but Awai would ever do for him again. He had no desire to even look at any other woman. She was already ingrained in his heart and soul.

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