King of Diamonds
apple.
    He bit into a tart then put it to her lips. Annie took a bite just as he thrust two fingers into her core, and she rolled her eyes back from the exquisite pleasure. The strawberry cream cheese taste melted in her mouth as he moved his fingers in and out of her pussy. She pulled against her bonds, wanting to touch him, to hold onto something as he continued his sexual torture.
    Throughout their breakfast he drove her crazy, taking her to the brink of orgasm and then pulling back.
    When they had eaten the last of the meal, Karn bent and licked her nipple through the thin material of her nightgown. He continued to plunge his fingers in and out of her pussy.
    “Karn, I mean Sire.” Annie could barely speak, she was so close. “May I come, please?”
    “No.” He moved his mouth to her other nipple and kept thrusting into her with his fingers. “You must resist.”
    “I—I can’t.”
    He only moved his fingers in and out of her faster. “You will not orgasm, or I shall have to punish you.”
    Annie leaned her head back, her breasts thrust forward and he suckled her nipple harder. “Stop, please,” she begged, even though she wanted him to continue and wanted to come so bad she could just scream.
    “This pleases me,” he murmured as he moved his mouth back to her other nipple. “And you are here to see to my pleasure.”
    Her thighs began to tremble and a fine sheen of sweat broke out upon her skin. She worked to hold back the impending explosion, though she wasn’t completely sure why—except that it would make Karn happy.
    Maybe if she made him happy enough…
    And then he stopped.
    Annie groaned as he pulled his fingers out. Just one touch more and she would have come for sure.
    “That was your first punishment,” he said as he stood. “Your second will come later.”
    “You’re not going to let me come?” Annie muttered, her clit so sensitive that she squeezed her thighs together to try and calm the sensations. “What else am I being punished for?”
    “You were not waiting at the table when I came into the room.” He stood and pulled back her chair, then helped her stand. “I will deal your consequences to you later.”
    Annie’s gaze snapped up to meet Karn’s. “What are you going to do to me, Karn?”
    He waved his hand and the tie fell from her wrists. “Do not forget your place, kitten.” Then he took her by the elbow and guided her to her trunk. “Always refer to me as Sire, or I may take you to the dungeon.”
    She swallowed, hard, as he opened the trunk with a flick of his fingers. “You would lock me in the dungeon, Sire?”
    “Perhaps.” He shrugged as if indifferent to the fact that he was suggesting he would lock her up in a cell. “If you earn such treatment.”
    Annie was quiet as he withdrew a pair of doeskin boots from the trunk that certainly weren’t there when she’d looked before. He also took out a leather dress and a cloak. “Does it bother you to walk in the rain?” he asked as he handed her the leather dress.
    She shook her head as she clutched the dress to her chest. “I used to do that all the time at home.”
    “Good.” He frowned at the way she was covering her breasts with the dress. “Put this clothing on.”
    Annie did as he bade, not wanting to add another punishment to her tally. His dark eyes looked hungry as he watched her slip out of the nightgown and into the dress. When she got it on, she was sure she was going to die of embarrassment, because there were two holes right where her breasts were. Her full breasts poked out like twin torpedoes, not to mention the dress was so short it barely covered her mound.
    Karn’s feral smile caused Annie to shiver with excitement. As long as no one else saw her in this dress, it actually turned her on to have her breasts on display for him.
    He held out his hand, and two white diamond pendants appeared. They looked like earrings, only they had loops at the top of each pendant. Before she could ask him

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