Perfect Master (3 page)

If they are consummated at all
.

Arik had thought about it long and hard. He
would not take her against her will. And he couldn’t believe she’d accept him
willingly once she saw what he’d become. He should disrobe, show her the
monster behind the leather and give her the choice of walking away.

He paused, his gaze steady on Emerald’s
perfect face as his head filled with the smell of woman—the heady aroma of the
incense, the oil, and sex. His testicles drew up tight against the leather of
his bodysuit, weakening his resolve to reveal himself. His sex, the only part
of him besides his eye that he had not encased in the concealing garment,
swelled and tightened. His cock rose up against his belly, rock-hard and
throbbing now that the prospect of burying himself in the fragrant cunt of his
mate was so near. So close.

Ignoring the voice of his conscience that
screamed for him to show his true colors, he stilled his hand, which had moved
behind his head to begin unlacing the hood. His conscience prickling him for
his cowardice, he continued his deliberate journey toward destiny.

“Come, my lord, your bride awaits you.” As
always when he spoke, Hikaru dropped to his knees before Arik, touching his
bald head to the floor in obeisance.

“Rise.” Seeing Hikaru and his other three
cousins prostrated before him always unnerved Arik. Whenever they did, it
brought home that fact to Arik that they no longer were royal princes but
merely royal eunuchs.

But for a quirk of fate and a sense of
self-preservation he’d developed early on, Arik might have been like them,
bowing before his prince or his king. If he’d chosen life in the comfort of the
castle over a frantic flight into exile with his manhood intact twelve years
ago while his father had been near death and intent on securing the succession
for his heir, he would have been forever denied his royal birthright.

He looked down at his personal body
servant, Hikaru, who had made the choice to stay rather than flee the palace
before he’d had the chance to understand what pleasures he had sacrificed, for
he’d been just nine years old to Arik’s seventeen when the supposedly dying
king had decreed that males of the royal family’s next generation, other than
the heir, Tabor, were to be gelded.

Arik sighed. He had made his choice, and so
had they. He stepped forward, growling the traditional order Hikaru obviously
expected to hear. “Go to my bride and make her ready to accept my cock.”

“Yes, my lord. Would you have the lady
Emerald restrained for your pleasure?”

If only Arik could count on her accepting
him willingly—but no. He dared not risk her bolting before his father and the
court, which she very well might do anyhow when she got a look at him decked
out head to toe in black leather. Unmasked and unclothed, though, he would
surely frighten her more. “Yes. Bind her well. Take care, though, not to cause
her any injury.” Slowly, painstakingly, for he wanted no one to realize the
extent of damage his attackers had caused to his leg and hip, Arik followed
Hikaru to the dais where Emerald lay, a pagan sacrifice to his father’s desire
to perpetuate their line, and to his own raging lust.

Her striking green eyes widened when he
stepped into her line of vision. She strained against silken bonds even as she
raised her hips to give Hikaru better access to her glistening cunt when he
bent to tongue her tiny jewel. Hikaru’s brothers stepped aside and prostrated
themselves, giving Arik an arousing view of his bride’s hardened nipples with
the emerald-studded gold chain connecting them to another emerald that winked
in her navel.

Emerald stifled a cry.
This
was her
Master? This fearsome creature stood at least a head taller than the next
tallest man in the hall. The skin-tight black leather suit encased him from
head to toe but for his rampant arousal and one glittering dark eye. It clung
lovingly to massive, rippling muscles. The gleaming leather caught light from a
thousand flickering candles held in sconces around her and along the expanse of
pink marble walls.

Certainly this monster could not be the
same man as the perfect prince she’d glimpsed last night. Yet he had to be. The
royal eunuchs who had prepared her fell back and knelt at his approach,
touching the tops of their shaved heads to the marble floor in a sensually
choreographed act of obeisance—the kind of total submission these proud royals
would offer only to their prince or king. Courtiers who’d been conversing
quietly turned silent and bowed their heads as the giant passed them.

Yes, the man behind the fearsome mask had
to be her prince. Her Master.

She stared at his cock, a huge
purple-headed beast that stood straight up against his belly, the milky drop of
lubrication on its tip a stark contrast with the supple black leather that
framed it. Her cunt clenched with anticipation despite her fear, and when she
looked up she saw the heat in that one dark eye when he raked her naked,
well-primed body with a look of lust, of anticipated possession. He made her
squirm against her bonds. He made her cunt cream and her heart pound.

Despite her maiden fears, she wanted to
touch him. Looking at that rampant cock, she needed to caress the huge, swollen
shaft, pay it homage with her mouth and tongue. Swirl her tongue around his
massive, purplish cock head.

Take me, I beg you. Impale me on your
huge, beautiful cock. Give me your seed
. She dared
not speak for he’d not granted her permission, yet when she saw his cock grow
impossibly longer, thicker and harder before her eyes, she sensed that he’d
somehow heard her silent entreaty.

He met her gaze and held it with that one,
dark-brown eye. When he spoke, his words came out in a deep, gravelly voice
muted ominously by the all-concealing hood. “I claim you as my mate, my slave
and my consort. Future mother to my sons and princess to the people of
Obsidion.”

The eunuch who had crawled silently between
her legs licked Emerald’s slit, stoking her flames for her Master’s possession.
Moisture gushed from her cunt when the eunuch tongued her there. When he
inserted a finger into her tight rear passage and began to slide it gently back
and forth, her arousal intensified. He began to suck her clit, flailing it with
his tongue until she thought she’d scream with frustration, while he kept
finger-fucking her ass.

Pressure built in her belly, bringing heat
that radiated, blossomed and came into full bloom when her Master reached out
and tugged the golden chain that connected her nipple rings. “You have
permission to speak. To accept or refuse me.”

“Oh yes, Master, please take me,” she
begged, straining at her bonds. By the gods, she needed her mate. Her cunt had
never been hotter, wetter. She needed his huge pulsating cock to fill her now,
much more than she feared what manner of creature he was to hide behind the
fearsome mask.

“You accept me as your Master?”

“Yes, my lord,” she hissed. When he bent
and touched first one nipple and then the other, the heat of his mouth scalded
her through the leather barrier. “I want to feel your flesh. And I want to see
the magnificent body I now can only feel.”

“Perhaps someday,” he said, his tone
brusque. “For now, you need to be grateful that I cover myself.”

She sensed regret in his muffled words, but
her cunt contracted painfully. Lust overwhelmed her. The eunuch’s intimate
invasion of her ass stoked her desire but did nothing to assuage it. She had to
feel her Master’s monster cock stretching her…filling her.

Now.

“Fuck me, my prince. Please.”

“Your pleasure is my own.” As though they
had orchestrated this move a thousand times—perhaps in a previous life they
had—the eunuch rose, making way for his lord. The heat of the prince’s huge
cock seared Emerald’s wet cunt when he stepped between her widespread legs and
rubbed the blunt, thick head of it along her slit.

“So wet. So ready.” He positioned himself
and sank into her slowly, his heart-shaped cock head stretching her, making way
for his full possession.

“So mine,” he said, his voice full of
wonder when he breached her virgin barrier. On his signal, three of the eunuchs
rose, two taking her tingling nipples between their teeth and suckling her
while a third one—the one who’d accompanied her Master—tunneled his fingers
through the shorn curls on her head.

“I want you to see.” At the prince’s terse
command the eunuch lifted her head, cradling it between his hands. “Look at us,
my princess. Watch my cock slide in and out of your wet, hot cunt. Watch me
while I fuck you.”

Focusing on the look and feel of his
possession, seeing his hips flex as he slid his cock out of her body then
slammed back in harder and faster than before, aroused Emerald almost beyond
endurance. The slapping, sucking sounds of flesh on flesh and leather
punctuated each stroke of his cock.

Did he feel it, too, this searing heat? Was
his skin flushing beneath the leather, prickling with the need to come, to
break the pressure and find the nirvana of release? Could he smell the musk of
sex that filled her nostrils, and did it stimulate him the same way it aroused
her?

“Gods above, I’m coming,” he growled,
slamming into her cunt once more. Hot spurts of his seed filled her womb,
triggering a series of contractions that racked her body, left her panting and
drained yet wanting more. More from this masked man who held her future in his
hands.

When she opened her eyes, her prince stood
over her, his one-eyed gaze on the collar one of the eunuchs had just locked
around her neck. She licked her lips, anticipating that he’d let her taste his
renewed erection, now jutting proudly toward her lips. “Your hungry look tells
me you want to suck my cock. Do you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Your wish is my command. Open your mouth.”
Straddling her, he fed her his cock head. He tasted…indescribable. His essence
and hers mingled on her lips when she took him in her mouth and licked all
around his plump corona. His collar—heavy platinum encrusted with the diamonds
reserved for Obsidion’s royalty—rested easily against her throat, supporting
her head as she serviced him.

Someone’s warm breath tickled her thighs,
and soft hands spread her outer lips. A moist tongue tickled her clit while
another lapped the length of her slit from cunt to ass. A warm, wet object
pressed against her asshole, coaxing her to open and take it in. A cock? No,
the only cock allowed her was her Master’s, and she had it firmly in her mouth.
Emerald sucked harder, swallowed reflexively as she took more of his hot flesh
down her throat.

He groaned. “That’s it. Relax. Let Hikaru
fuck your pretty ass with the dildo. You can take it. Soon you’ll be ready to
take my cock there, too. Meanwhile there are many ways the royal eunuchs can
give you pleasure—some ways that I cannot because I wear the mask. They may
take your ass, your mouth, caress and suck your pretty nipples and…” His words
trailed off as though it pained him to forego the sexual foreplay the mask
prevented. “Remember, though, my princess, your cunt belongs to me. It’s
mine…only mine, now and for all time. Gods but that feels good,” he growled
when she relaxed her throat muscles and swallowed his cock head.

The eunuch sucked her clit harder, flailed
the delicate bud with his tongue. Emerald wanted more, wanted to feel her
Master’s tongue and hands and naked flesh on her, in her. She swallowed
reflexively against his rigid cock, and he rewarded her with a groan that
sounded as if he was in exquisite agony.

The royal eunuchs can give you
pleasure…in ways I cannot because I wear the mask.

Why wouldn’t he take off the mask? Why did
he insist on covering his magnificent body in the leather that felt warm, alive
against her hands? She didn’t mind, but instinct told her his own smooth, hot
skin would feel even better.

Emerald recalled the glimpse she’d had of
him last night, the perfect beauty he now hid from his father’s subjects and
from her. She was his mate now, not some sex slave from the emporiums or a
sexbot from Pak Song’s extensive inventory. She’d persuade him to remove it
later. At the moment she had a better use for her mouth. And the royal eunuch
had a magical tongue that had her on the edge of yet another climax.

Her pussy clenched and contracted wildly as
she sucked her Master’s cock dry and swallowed his hot, thick cream. She barely
missed the lack of that cock stretching her spasming cunt—but then how could
she miss it, when one royal eunuch nibbled her clit while another reamed her
ass with a dildo that felt remarkably like a smaller, cooler version of her
Master’s magnificent cock.

Chapter Three

Arik had come three times during the ritual
mating, yet his cock was still rock hard and ready for more when he lifted his
princess from the dais and carried her to his tower. He laid Emerald on his
bed, atop the velvet coverlet. She slept on, her surprisingly dark eyelashes
forming a pattern against the creamy skin beneath her closed eyes, her full
lips slack.

His gaze fell on the icy brilliance of the
collar that marked her as consort of the planet’s royal heir, and he noted the
stark contrast between the white diamonds and platinum, the red gold and
emeralds in the chain that joined her nipple rings and her fiery pelt of
closely cropped curls. Light and bright. Hard and soft. He longed to strip away
the leather that
was his personal prison and feel with his
hand and body that which he would only allow himself to touch with his cock.