finest, most expensive materials known to man! It somehow made her tense further to realize the value of what stretched across her cunt.
She watched as he bent over her with the tiny gold rings. He used his fingers to pryone of them apart—allowing her to see it was not a true circle, the thin gold not soldered together. He then pressed the open ring around her nipple—grown shamefully erect from the chain stretched between her thighs. She nearly held her breath, waiting for whatever would come next, then flinched when he squeezed the gold back into a tighter, tinier circle at the base of the pink bud. Her nipple grew even stiffer in response and she felt the ring’s tight caress deep within her breast. She bit her lip, watching as he attached the other ring in the same manner, leaving the thin chain connecting them to droop slightly between the peaks.
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When Ralen moved to one corner of the table, working at the thick chain that held her wrist, she thought—finally, sweet release! She’d been bound to the table for only a few hours, but it felt much longer and she yearned to be free.
As he stepped away, to the other wrist, she lowered her aching arm, thinking it had indeed been unbound. But not so. He’d only loosened the chain, adding slack and length so that she could move more freely—yet she was still shackled to the table, his captive.
She pulled in her breath, trying not to explode in rage or crumple in tears. Her heart yearned desperately for home. For her mother. Or her sisters. For Bella. Another woman who would feel her anguish, understand her pain.
She thought of them as she sadly lowered her other arm to her side, trying to ease the tight ache in her muscles, her thoughts centering particularly on her mother. Everyone knew how strong and smart Jalal was. And everyone always said Teesia took after her. So she imagined her mother’s voice whispering in her ear. You must be strongnow, daughter. You must persevere. You can do this.
As Ralen went about loosening the chains at her ankles the same way, she gathered her courage and asked a question she hoped would not anger him. “The links between my legs,” she said softly. “And the rings at my breasts. What are they for?”
He didn’t bother looking up from his adjustment of the last chain. “They will keep you in a state of arousal until I decide your training is through.”
She sucked in her breath, then let it back out, suffering a fresh awareness of the thin circles of metal stretching through her pussy—the very arousal he ordained for her. She tried to sound calm as she asked, “How shall I sleep?”
This time he met her gaze, his glimmering wickedly. “With dirty dreams, vixen.”
“And I am to stay chained?”
“I wouldn’t want you running away when we’ve only just begun,” he said, thenpicked up his earlier discarded shirt, walked to the door, and left her there without even a goodbye or a goodnight.
* * * * *
The next morning, Ralen visited the stables to check on two mares soon to deliverfoals, and spoke to his stablemaster about current breeding plans for some of the horsesin his carefully pieced-together herd.
He went for a short ride on his beloved black stallion, Charger, taking the horsedown to the beach to gallop along the shore. The sounds of seabirds and the rolling tidealways relaxed him. Well, as much as a man with a raging erection could be relaxed. Thoughts of his brazen little bride buffeted him as dependably as the waves buffeted the shore below Charelton Fortress.
Ares, but she was an orgasmic little thing— he’d nearly lost count of how manytimes he’d made her come. It didn’t take much—a thought which at once aroused and
disturbed him.
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Disturbed him because it made him remember the night of their first meeting—she’d come easily then, too. It forced him to wonder how
She watched as he bent over her with the tiny gold rings. He used his fingers to pryone of them apart—allowing her to see it was not a true circle, the thin gold not soldered together. He then pressed the open ring around her nipple—grown shamefully erect from the chain stretched between her thighs. She nearly held her breath, waiting for whatever would come next, then flinched when he squeezed the gold back into a tighter, tinier circle at the base of the pink bud. Her nipple grew even stiffer in response and she felt the ring’s tight caress deep within her breast. She bit her lip, watching as he attached the other ring in the same manner, leaving the thin chain connecting them to droop slightly between the peaks.
53
Lacey Alexander
When Ralen moved to one corner of the table, working at the thick chain that held her wrist, she thought—finally, sweet release! She’d been bound to the table for only a few hours, but it felt much longer and she yearned to be free.
As he stepped away, to the other wrist, she lowered her aching arm, thinking it had indeed been unbound. But not so. He’d only loosened the chain, adding slack and length so that she could move more freely—yet she was still shackled to the table, his captive.
She pulled in her breath, trying not to explode in rage or crumple in tears. Her heart yearned desperately for home. For her mother. Or her sisters. For Bella. Another woman who would feel her anguish, understand her pain.
She thought of them as she sadly lowered her other arm to her side, trying to ease the tight ache in her muscles, her thoughts centering particularly on her mother. Everyone knew how strong and smart Jalal was. And everyone always said Teesia took after her. So she imagined her mother’s voice whispering in her ear. You must be strongnow, daughter. You must persevere. You can do this.
As Ralen went about loosening the chains at her ankles the same way, she gathered her courage and asked a question she hoped would not anger him. “The links between my legs,” she said softly. “And the rings at my breasts. What are they for?”
He didn’t bother looking up from his adjustment of the last chain. “They will keep you in a state of arousal until I decide your training is through.”
She sucked in her breath, then let it back out, suffering a fresh awareness of the thin circles of metal stretching through her pussy—the very arousal he ordained for her. She tried to sound calm as she asked, “How shall I sleep?”
This time he met her gaze, his glimmering wickedly. “With dirty dreams, vixen.”
“And I am to stay chained?”
“I wouldn’t want you running away when we’ve only just begun,” he said, thenpicked up his earlier discarded shirt, walked to the door, and left her there without even a goodbye or a goodnight.
* * * * *
The next morning, Ralen visited the stables to check on two mares soon to deliverfoals, and spoke to his stablemaster about current breeding plans for some of the horsesin his carefully pieced-together herd.
He went for a short ride on his beloved black stallion, Charger, taking the horsedown to the beach to gallop along the shore. The sounds of seabirds and the rolling tidealways relaxed him. Well, as much as a man with a raging erection could be relaxed. Thoughts of his brazen little bride buffeted him as dependably as the waves buffeted the shore below Charelton Fortress.
Ares, but she was an orgasmic little thing— he’d nearly lost count of how manytimes he’d made her come. It didn’t take much—a thought which at once aroused and
disturbed him.
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Master of Desire
Disturbed him because it made him remember the night of their first meeting—she’d come easily then, too. It forced him to wonder how
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