Possessing Allura by Reese Gabriel Page B

was not her he was kissing like that.
    Veeta stood passively, arms at her sides as he finished with her. ‘Have you ever been in love, Veeta?’ he asked.
    â€˜Yes, master.’
    Allura thought instantly of the young man Porfino they both so foolishly lusted for, the one over whom her jealousy had flared to unimaginable levels toward her best friend.
    â€˜Not me, I have never loved,’ he confessed, brushing her nipples with the back of his hand.
    The slave shuddered. ‘That is too bad, master,’ she sighed.
    Impertinent slut, thought Allura. He would surely punish her for that, but instead he strayed a finger down to her sex.
    â€˜Yes, it is. Tell me, Veeta, how did you become a slave? You were of high birth. You told me this much before.’
    Allura tensed. Would Saraveeta use this opportunity to tell the truth, knowing how much the baron hated his fiancée already?
    â€˜I was indiscrete,’ sighed the slave, parting her legs for him. ‘I allowed a boy… liberties.’
    â€˜And now you pay the ultimate price for your natural passions. For the rest of your life.’
    â€˜It is not so bad, master.’ Veeta was gripping handfuls of material on the man’s chest. She was a lusty young lady and he was about to find out just how much passion she could unleash.
    â€˜Not so bad?’ He seemed surprised. ‘But a slave girl is beaten, abused and sold at the drop of a hat.’
    â€˜But a slave gets attention, master, from men. I like men, master. I like them very much.’
    â€˜You little slut!’ cried Allura, unable to restrain herself. ‘You worthless whore!’
    â€˜That will be enough out of you,’ snapped Montreico. ‘Unless you’d like to be bound and gagged.’
    Allura stung under the verbal chastisement, almost as if she’d been whipped. The man was treating her horribly, and yet his words were making her hot and wet, nearly as much as seeing him take full advantage of her slave in front of her eyes as if Veeta were his own.
    As good as gagged, she watched as he put a hand to the girl’s shoulder, gently urging her down to her knees. With infinite grace and naturalness, and without being told, Veeta opened the man’s breeches and took out his erect penis. She began at once to lick it, showing him all the reverence of a god, and Allura hated the girl for paying homage to a man deserving of nothing but contempt.
    â€˜Are you watching closely, Allura?’ the baron mocked. ‘This girl should give you a few lessons.’
    â€˜When I am queen,’ she spat, forgetting his injunction, ‘I will have you flayed alive.’
    The baron smiled forgivingly, entranced by the sweet mouth squeezed tight around his cock, the doe-like eyes looking up at him for approval, seeking permission to proceed. ‘Yes,’ he said throatily in response to Veeta’s unasked question, ‘take it deep.’
    Allura felt the mounting heat between her thighs. She must have relief from this torment; she must have access to the slave’s body for herself.
    Veeta was an excellent cock-sucker, as it would be so for any female whose life depended on her ability to please men sexually. The baron was large and thick, so wrapping one hand around the base she did her best to encompass the rest. Allura felt a burning weakness in her belly as she imagined that organ piercing her. Would he enforce his marriage rights over her? It was a possibility she hadn’t entertained. A man had absolute access to his woman’s body under the law, and denial on her part was considered a serious breech, regardless of circumstances.
    But she was of royal blood. Theirs would be a unique contract, so she would insist on writing the words herself.
    There would be no sex between them. No physical contact at all. If the man wanted to fuck, he could fuck his bond wenches. His and not hers, for she would get Veeta back in short order.
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