many other men she’d come for. Even having kept her virginity intact, how could a girl so sensual and excitable have possibly kept herself from other men, given her eagerness in Rawley? He still hadno choice but to draw the same conclusion—she hadn’t.
I will control you. I will. There was no other alternative in Ralen’s mind. For if he did not control the things and people in his midst, mightn’t they somehow control him ? Hesighed, drawn back to a much darker place in time, where he’d lived in fear and anger, where a leather strap had been his punishment for any and every offense, slicing intohis skin, making him feel trapped, caged, crazed to escape. The rush of memoriesbarreled down through him, settling low in his belly, until he pushed them away. That was the past . Keep it there.
He supposed disciplining his young bride had brought it to mind.
Good for her, he thought, letting a wicked grin form, that he chose to mete out discipline in a much more pleasurable manner.
He headed back toward the stables, thinking it was near time for the midday meal.
His bride would be hungry, too. And he could make that work for him—he could useevery human need she possessed to continue transforming her into his perfect submissive.
Some time later, he walked into the room where she lay chained, a tray of food in his grasp. Cheese, bread, red berries, peach pudding, a leg of turkey and a large goblet of wine made a hearty meal.
He lowered the tray onto the end of the padded platform where she lay on her side sleeping. The very sight of her added to the stiffness in his pants. He wondered how many times the chain had stimulated her clit and tiny asshole through the night, and felt deeply pleased to see that her nipples remained hard and pointed even as she slept, thanks to the tight rings that would not allow them to escape, nor allow their sensitivity to fade.
The jeweled cuffs he’d commissioned for her from an artisan south of Caralon shimmered prettily, reminding him of their wedding yesterday, and that she belonged to him now.
In body anyway. In soul—soon enough.
“Wake up, my wanton little bride,” he said, running a hand up her thigh and onto her round ass. He squeezed lightly and she opened her eyes, dark blue in the paledaylight drifting through the windows, almost the color of the blue stones in her bracelets, and a striking contrast to her long, dark billows of hair. “Time for a snack.”
She blinked repeatedly, as if trying to come awake, and finally pushed to a sitting position, which the slack in the chains allowed. “Wh-what time is it?” she asked groggily.
“Midday. Did you sleep well?”
She gave him a look of disbelief. “Not exactly, no.”
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He quirked a half-smile in her direction. “Perhaps not. But your training period isnot about sleep, vixen.”
“No, I didn’t figure it was.”
He gave a wry laugh, then sat up on the table beside her and reached for a wedge of cheese. When he held it up toward her mouth, she reached to take it from him, but he pulled it back. “No,” he said softly, and again moved it to her lips until she understoodshe was not to feed herself.
Meeting his gaze briefly, she opened her mouth and bit off a chunk of the pale yellow cheese, chewing then swallowing, after which he reached for the goblet. He heldit carefully to her mouth until she took a sip, then he ate a bit of cheese and took a gulp of wine himself.
“Lie down,” he told her.
She looked aghast. “That’s all I get? One bite of food?”
“Lie down.”
Letting out a sigh, she obeyed, and he took a long moment to study her lovely nudebody before he parted her legs to kneel between them. “Be a good girl and maybe Iwon’t have to tighten the chains. Can you do that?”
She looked uncertain for a brief moment, then gave a short nod. Good. Acquiescing on her own was a
I will control you. I will. There was no other alternative in Ralen’s mind. For if he did not control the things and people in his midst, mightn’t they somehow control him ? Hesighed, drawn back to a much darker place in time, where he’d lived in fear and anger, where a leather strap had been his punishment for any and every offense, slicing intohis skin, making him feel trapped, caged, crazed to escape. The rush of memoriesbarreled down through him, settling low in his belly, until he pushed them away. That was the past . Keep it there.
He supposed disciplining his young bride had brought it to mind.
Good for her, he thought, letting a wicked grin form, that he chose to mete out discipline in a much more pleasurable manner.
He headed back toward the stables, thinking it was near time for the midday meal.
His bride would be hungry, too. And he could make that work for him—he could useevery human need she possessed to continue transforming her into his perfect submissive.
Some time later, he walked into the room where she lay chained, a tray of food in his grasp. Cheese, bread, red berries, peach pudding, a leg of turkey and a large goblet of wine made a hearty meal.
He lowered the tray onto the end of the padded platform where she lay on her side sleeping. The very sight of her added to the stiffness in his pants. He wondered how many times the chain had stimulated her clit and tiny asshole through the night, and felt deeply pleased to see that her nipples remained hard and pointed even as she slept, thanks to the tight rings that would not allow them to escape, nor allow their sensitivity to fade.
The jeweled cuffs he’d commissioned for her from an artisan south of Caralon shimmered prettily, reminding him of their wedding yesterday, and that she belonged to him now.
In body anyway. In soul—soon enough.
“Wake up, my wanton little bride,” he said, running a hand up her thigh and onto her round ass. He squeezed lightly and she opened her eyes, dark blue in the paledaylight drifting through the windows, almost the color of the blue stones in her bracelets, and a striking contrast to her long, dark billows of hair. “Time for a snack.”
She blinked repeatedly, as if trying to come awake, and finally pushed to a sitting position, which the slack in the chains allowed. “Wh-what time is it?” she asked groggily.
“Midday. Did you sleep well?”
She gave him a look of disbelief. “Not exactly, no.”
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Lacey Alexander
He quirked a half-smile in her direction. “Perhaps not. But your training period isnot about sleep, vixen.”
“No, I didn’t figure it was.”
He gave a wry laugh, then sat up on the table beside her and reached for a wedge of cheese. When he held it up toward her mouth, she reached to take it from him, but he pulled it back. “No,” he said softly, and again moved it to her lips until she understoodshe was not to feed herself.
Meeting his gaze briefly, she opened her mouth and bit off a chunk of the pale yellow cheese, chewing then swallowing, after which he reached for the goblet. He heldit carefully to her mouth until she took a sip, then he ate a bit of cheese and took a gulp of wine himself.
“Lie down,” he told her.
She looked aghast. “That’s all I get? One bite of food?”
“Lie down.”
Letting out a sigh, she obeyed, and he took a long moment to study her lovely nudebody before he parted her legs to kneel between them. “Be a good girl and maybe Iwon’t have to tighten the chains. Can you do that?”
She looked uncertain for a brief moment, then gave a short nod. Good. Acquiescing on her own was a
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