Master of Desire by Lacey Alexander

orgasm pumped through her, racking her within her chains, sending her into uncontrollable
    spasms, until finally she dropped limp and exhausted onto the padded table once more.
    * * * * *

    When Teesia awoke, she was  surprised she’d actually slept. Looking to her  right, she found Ralen slumbering on the ornate bed across the room. To her consternation, she remained fastened to the table, arms  and legs  outstretched. She couldn’t helpsnarling at her sleeping husband while he  couldn’t see her doing so. Merciless barbarian!
    He’d re-laced his pants, so that  unbelievable cock of his was once again hidden. Herstomach went hollow remembering the sheer size  of it. And that he’d managed to get it inside her!  And that—dear Ares—the brute had actually made her come three incredible times. Even amid the punishment she’d taken so valiantly.
    Maybe because there were moments when it didn’t exactly   feel   like punishment?  Certainly, his control  over her   was   punishment—turning  her head to look  from one bound wrist to the other, she could scarcely believe her husband had chained her to atable on their wedding night! But, despite her anger, she had experienced undeniable pleasure.
    And she had said his name. Every time he asked. Sometimes when  he   hadn’t   asked.  She supposed she’d done everything exactly as he wished.
    Which was good, she  reminded herself, for to refuse might have brought much more brutal treatment, such as she couldn’t even fathom.   This   was bearable.
    Maybe. If he unchained her soon. If he took her to his bed.
    The truth was, she’d say his name and be  his slave and willingly submit to him over and over again if he’d  free her from the table and treat her just a little as  a husbandshould treat a wife. She gazed back at  him across the candlelit room, wishing.

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    Then she lay her head back, tired, her muscles sore and stretched. She yanked helplessly at her bracelets and ankle cuffs—such pretty and deceptive torture devices—rattling the  chains that held her.
    A stirring across the room drew her attention back to her husband—she watched as he gave a leisurely stretch, drawing her gaze to all the  hard muscles on his arms and chest before he rose and padded toward her.
    “Lift your ass.” No greeting, no surprise  she was awake and waiting for his next instruction.
    With little choice, she obeyed.
    Reaching to one of the pegs on the wall,  he  drew down a slender  almost delicate-looking chain, constructed of wide links formed from ultra-thin gold. He slid it around her  waist,  then  hooked  it  in  front,  just  below her navel. She lowered herself back to the table, as it was difficult to lift at all, let  alone stay that way. Just as she noticed that aconsiderable length of the gold links remained after being hooked around her torso, the excess falling ticklishly between her thighs,  Ralen said, “Again,” leaving her no choice but to comply.
    When she lifted this time, he stretched the remaining chain between her legs, through her pussy, and up the valley of her rear, attaching it to the links that crossed her lower back. She tensed at the pressure it  delivered. It was not painfully  tight, but rubbed against every exposed part of her cunt,  as well as her anus, at even the slightest move. She quickly realized that drawing in  her breath alleviated  the awareness, but letting it out immediately brought it  back, even accentuating the sensation. Dear Ares,what was the man doing to her?
    Next, he went to the shelves on the wall and returned with two little rings, made of the same thin gold as  the chain—only these rings were smaller in circumference than the chain links, and they were connected by a much thinner, tightly linked  chain, thesort artisans might use to fashion a necklace. Only then did it hit her—Ralen was so wealthy that even his sexual tools were made  of the