Pirate's Price by Aubrey Ross Page B

Vihlok was touching her. “Are you wet, princess? Did
you enjoy touching him?”
    She dragged her mouth away from Bhakati’s.
“I’d enjoy touching you.”
    “Not tonight. This lesson is about your
pleasure, fulfilling your fantasy.” His fingers pushed into her
hair and he turned her face. “Kiss me, sweet slave. Offer me your
mouth.”
    Even whispered like an endearment the word
was shocking. She wasn’t anyone’s slave. His lips covered hers, his
tongue gently stroking. Two gorgeous men were focusing entirely on
her pleasure. How could that be a bad thing? Hands slid and fingers
squeezed. She lost track of who was touching her where.
    She reached back and grabbed Vihlok’s hip,
despite his directive.
    “Oh, no you don’t.” He pulled her away from
Bhakati and guided her hands to the small of her back. “Hold her
for me. Restraints are too much trouble for what I have in
mind.”
    Bhakati grasped her wrists firmly, pulling
her backward until her shoulders pressed against his chest. “May I
continue to touch her, Sir? You are fortunate to have found such a
treasure.”
    “Stroke her breasts, while I lick her pussy.
She’ll enjoy that.”
    Vihlok knelt in front of her and
anticipation twisted inside her. His mouth never failed to arouse.
He did things with his tongue that amazed her. He wrapped his
fingers around the backs of her thighs and looked up at her. “Do
you want my mouth on you?”
    “You know I do.”
    He smiled and shook his head. “That’s not
the proper response.”
    “Yes, Master.” She let a facetious edge
sharpen her tone. His gaze narrowed and he stood up. “Wait! I’m
sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
    “I’m not offended. I’m disappointed. I
thought you were starting to trust me.”
    She said nothing. Arguing with him now would
only prove his point. She’d requested these lessons in
submission.
    A sharp voice command opened a compartment
above her head. He reached up and grabbed the wrist cuffs. “Raise
your arms.”
    Bhakati let go and stepped back. With a
frustrated sigh, she lifted her arms above her head and Vihlok
fastened the cuffs. He said something to Bhakati in a language she
didn’t understand and tension mounted within her. Would he punish
her?
    Even if he did, he would not expect anything
she wasn’t ready to give. She had known more pleasure with Vihlok
than she’d dreamed possible. She had no reason not to trust
him.
    “Move your legs apart.”
    She immediately obeyed.
    Bhakati stepped up behind her and slipped
his hands under her hair. He rubbed her shoulders and traced her
spine, while Vihlok stared at her. A considerable bulge tented the
front of his black pants and his shirt was open at the throat. He
must not be too angry. His erection was still going strong.
    “Tease her nipples, while you suck the side
of her neck.”
    Strong hands cupped her breasts and a warm
mouth fastened onto her delicate skin. She shivered and twisted
away from the ticklish caress.
    She licked her lips, aching for Vihlok’s
mouth and the pleasure of his carnal kiss. “I’m sorry,” she mouthed
the words, not daring to speak again.
    His gaze warmed and his expression relaxed.
“Why?”
    “Because I didn’t show you the proper
respect.”
    “I don’t want your respect. I want your
surrender.”
    “I’m ready to surrender -- Sir.”
    He moved closer, his gaze locked with hers.
“Are you ready to submit ?” She parted her lips, but he
placed his fingertips over them before she could speak. “It means
the same thing, but submission sounds demeaning. I will never
demean you, never humiliate or harm you. Do you believe me?”
    “Yes, Sir.” Her lips moved against his
fingers.
    “Who am I?”
    “My Master,” she whispered and he
smiled.
    Trailing his fingers along her sides, he
knelt again and peppered kisses across her belly. “You are
important to me.” His tongue circled her navel; then he licked a
path downward. “I love your softness and your