King of Clubs (12 page)

“Make not a sound,” he commanded, and in the next second he slid the clamp on her clit.

She gasped and arched her back at the intense pleasure. Amazingly there was no pain, just firm pressure that increased her lust.

Ty studied her for a moment. “I instructed you to remain quiet, slave, and you failed me.”

“I am sorry, Majesty,” she said, her voice trembling from the unusual sensations she was experiencing.

“More punishment is in order.” He held out his hand and Awai grasped it, allowing him to pull her to her feet.

The club charm dangled against her pussy, stimulating more excitement as she walked. It was an incredibly sexy feeling as he led her across the dungeon to the corner where there was a cage with crystal bars. He gestured to the open door and said, “Get into the cage, slave.”

Chapter Ten

Awai’s heart pounded and her mouth grew dry. Was he going to lock her up and leave her? She knew he would do nothing to hurt her and she could always say her safe word. But would he hear her if she cried out to him?

When she hesitated, his voice came out in a low rumble. “Do you wish for me to add another punishment?”

She shook her head and knelt down on her hands and knees and crawled into the cage. The floor was a deep white carpet that was soft beneath her as she sat on it and looked up at him through the crystal bars.

He shut the cage door and waved his hand, and she heard the sound of a lock clicking into his place. She sat up, her legs curled beside her and her hands in her lap.

Her pussy had a delicious ache from the clamp and she wondered if she touched her incredibly sensitive clit, how fast she would come.

As if hearing her thoughts, Ty said, “Raise your hands and grasp one of the bars above you.”

“Yes, Majesty,” Awai replied as she obeyed him.

Ty produced a length of the magical golden rope he so often used. He bound her wrists to the bar and then reached through the side bars and tightened each of her nipple rings. “Sit on your ass and spread your thighs, slave,” he commanded when he finished.

Awai felt wanton and erotic as she obeyed. Her leather skirt climbed up to her waist and when she glanced down she saw that the top of her clit above the clamp was dark, engorged with blood. It looked and felt so sexy.

He rose to a standing position, stepped back, and smiled. “You make a lovely picture, my tigress. Perhaps I should have one of the court artists come and produce a portrait for me.”

Her cheeks warmed at the thought of a strange man coming in and seeing her bound and helpless in the crystal cage.

“Would you like that, slave?” Ty asked.

Awai answered in the only way she could. “If it pleases you, Majesty.”

He nodded. “It might.” And then he pivoted on his booted heel and walked away, out through the dungeon doors.

In the quiet that followed, blood rushed in her ears. She quivered in anticipation and a bit of fear, wondering how long he would keep her locked up and if he truly would send someone to paint her portrait.

It seemed like hours before he returned, but in reality it was probably thirty minutes at best. Awai’s arms ached and her nipples and clit were so sensitized from the tightened rings and the clamp.

His boot steps echoed across the marble floor and her fear and excitement rose, one feeding off the other. When he reached the cage he propped his hands at his hips and stared down at her. She had to tilt her head back to clearly see him. He looked magnificent with his long blond hair, his broad tanned chest, his black leather pants and his black lace-up boots. He was definitely a rogue of a man and she belonged to him.

With a wave of his hand he spelled away his clothing with his magic, leaving his gorgeous body entirely naked. He stroked his shaft, his eyes focused on Awai as he taunted her. “Do you wish to suck my cock? Or would you prefer to have me fuck you?”

Awai licked her dry lips. “I wish for only your pleasure, Majesty.”

“On your knees, slave,” Ty ordered, his voice rough, his eyes sparking with desire. “Come closer so that I might feel your mouth upon my cock.”

“Yes, Majesty.” The rope binding her wrists slid along the bar above her so that she easily reached him. He moved up to the cage, his cock thrusting toward her through the bars.

With her arms still tied above her head, Awai slid him into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. He gave a deep purr as he grasped her by her hair and began pumping in and out of her.

“You have a very talented mouth, slave,” he murmured, his voice deep and sexy. “Perhaps I shall just fuck your mouth and leave you here until the morrow.”

Awai could say nothing, her mouth filled with his cock. She sucked him harder, more urgently, praying that he wouldn’t leave her here. She could say her safe word, but she wanted him so badly she almost couldn’t stand the ache.

He thrust in and out of her mouth, harder and faster. He was so big she knew he took care not to go too deep and not to hurt her.

Her breasts bounced and the clamp on her clit gave her such a delicious ache that she was afraid she would climax again and earn another punishment.

Ty’s breathing grew ragged and he pulled his cock from her mouth. It glistened with moisture and was so incredibly large and hard. The head was purple and engorged, and veins stood out along the sides.

His voice was a low roar as he said, “Turn so that your back is to me and your ass against the bars.”

It was a bit of a struggle with her wrists bound, but Awai was able to turn so that she was supported from the front by the rope ties, her ass against the bars. Her pussy was drenched with her excitement and she could smell her own desire.

Ty moved behind her and rubbed her ass through the bars. “Beautiful slave,” he murmured. “You are mine to treasure, mine to command, and you are mine to fuck.”

Awai moaned. God, she was so turned on she could scream. “I am yours, Majesty,” she whispered.

He eased his hand into her slick folds and growled his pleasure as he pulled at her clit clamp. With his free hand he reached through the bars and grabbed one of her breasts and tugged at the nipple ring.

She was so damn on the edge. “Please may I come, Majesty?” she cried as she pulled against her bonds, her body trembling with the effort to hold herself back.

“Not yet, slave.” His rough tongue lapped at the soft skin of her ass, leaving a trail of warm moisture that cooled as he moved to another part of her buttocks.

Sweat was rolling down Awai’s face in her effort to keep from climaxing. While he licked her ass, he continued to fondle her breast and play with her clit. The sensations were wild, unbelievable.

When Ty bit her ass she thought she was a goner from the sweet pain and pleasure of it. She managed—barely—to keep from falling over the edge.

“Very good.” He released her clit and her nipple and grabbed her hips. Awai almost sobbed with relief as he placed the head of his cock against her pussy. The clamp on her clit was just short enough that he fit into her and she could experience both sensations at once.

“You are mine slave,” he said as he slid a fraction into her. “Tell me you are mine.”

“I am yours, Majesty.” Her words almost came out choked with need. “Do with me what you will. I am yours.”

Ty gave a fierce growl as he grabbed her hips tighter and slammed his cock into her core. Awai screamed.

He was so thick, the length perfect. Filling her, driving to her center, pushing her excitement to levels she had never experienced.

She had known it would be good—but
this
good?

Damn!

All the sensations flooded her at once—the clit clamp, the tightened nipple rings, her bonds, the cold bars of the cage hard against her ass, and Ty’s cock deep inside her pussy.

So right, so perfect.

Despite all her practicing at controlling her body’s reactions, she came almost at once, fireworks exploding in her mind and her cry echoing throughout the dungeon. Ty continued fucking her, slamming her ass against the bars, the pain unbelievably pleasurable.

Again and again she climaxed, but Ty didn’t stop. He growled and roared and fucked her until stars filled her vision.
Is it possible to die from too much pleasure?
she wondered as another orgasm wracked her body.

This time Ty’s roar shook the dungeon as he came, his fluid shooting into her core. He thrust several times more then held her ass tight against the bars while his cock continued to throb inside her.

Awai sagged against her bonds, her body too boneless to move, too exhausted to think. Soft ripples of her last climax continued to roll through her as Ty slipped his cock out of her pussy.

“You came without permission, slave,” he murmured. “I counted eight times. Shall we begin your punishments now?”

* * * * *

Awai sat beside a pool in the palace gardens, her legs curled up under her and braced one arm in the grass at her side while she watched the fish in the pool. They were beautiful and colorful, like everything else in this incredible world.

Her body ached in a sweetly-used way and she never remembered feeling happier in her life.

In the weeks that followed that first time in the cage, Ty and Awai had spent more hours in the dungeon, and she found herself anticipating every new thing he did with her—from having her hang upside down while giving him a blowjob, to sex in a swing, and so many things she’d never dreamed anyone could do.

She had no doubt that Ty was always alert for any sign of distress or discomfort, but so far she had enjoyed everything he’d done with her.

I truly am a sub…but only for Ty.

In her heart she knew she could never be another man’s submissive. But what did that mean?

Ty had also kept vigilant that she practiced with her whip at least two hours per day—and whenever else she wanted. He had expressed his amazement at her skill and had wanted her to teach him how to handle it as well as she did. He seemed both pleased and proud that she could manage such an unusual weapon—and relieved that she wouldn’t be helpless if attacked by an enemy.

Though it’s hard to imagine enemies in this lovely place. Or an enemy foolish enough to attack me when they’d have to answer to Ty.

It was such a new feeling, to be so sheltered and protected, so carefully tended and nurtured. Awai enjoyed being with her tiger-man, whether it was sex or spending time amongst his subjects, working out with her whip, or just being alone with just the two of them spending quiet time together.

Awai picked a nugget of fish food out of a crystal bowl on the grass beside her. She tossed it at a large black fish with hot pink stripes. In one quick bite the fish swallowed the food and continued his peaceful swimming in the pond along with all the other brightly colored fish. They reminded her of koi, the large, colorful carp bred mostly in Japan for ornamental ponds and tanks. Yet like everything else in this world, these fish were different. More fins, larger eyes, more brilliant colors.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

The only thing that had marred her time in Tarok were the nightmares. That feeling of impending doom that she couldn’t seem to shake. In the mornings she sometimes wanted to tell Ty about the dreams, but in the brightness of day they seemed surreal and trivial. What would she do, tell him she was having bad dreams? She wasn’t a child, so why should she concern him with them? And that feeling of doom was probably just a part of her adjusting to a strange world and being concerned about all of her nieces.

Awai forced her thoughts away the darkness of her dreams, and she easily turned back to thinking about Ty. It was like she couldn’t get enough of him, as if she was addicted to him…his taste, his smell, his boyish grin, and the roguish glint in his blue eyes. His smell of musk and sun warmed flesh and his teasing personality.

The way he held her in his arms when they went to bed each night. He’d hold her close, one leg hooked over her hip and his chest molded to hers. They both slept naked, and she loved the way their flesh melted together, the heat of his body seeping into her heart and soul.

Awai shivered and tossed another nugget into the tank, this time to a red, white, and blue fish that reminded her of the USA flag.

All those years ago she had promised herself she wouldn’t be dominated by any man. Yet here she was, a King’s submissive.

A King who wanted her to be his Queen.

But was that what she wanted? One of her self-made promises was that she would never get married again. And children? She wasn’t sure she could handle one child, much less a litter like Alice and Alexi each had.

She still couldn’t believe that. Might not believe it until she saw her nieces, which she could barely stand to wait for. And yet until the brothers felt like travel was safe, she would have to do just that—wait and wonder. And think about what to do with her life.

Besides, what about her career in San Francisco? Of course she had sold her business and had arranged for her wealth to be given to the women’s shelter if she never returned. But again, did she want to stay in Tarok or return to the world she’d known and loved?

Or had she truly loved it?

Her life there was filled with memories…of her brutal ex-husband, of her struggle to prove herself against men and to rise up on the ladder of success. Rung by rung she’d had to fight her way to the top and had trampled on a few men to get there.

Was that the kind of life, the type of person she truly wanted to be? Or had her bitterness driven her far beyond her heart’s desires?

So many questions…and she wasn’t sure she had the right answers.

Awai tossed a nugget at a green and purple spotted fish then turned her attention to all that was around her. This portion of the palace gardens was her favorite place to escape to. It was filled with cherry trees and their sweet smelling blossoms. Grass was soft beneath her robe and the breeze was just the right temperature. Not too cool and not too warm. It was a perfect spring day.