“The black stallion is yours?”
“Uh-huh. A present from my parents for my twenty-fifth birthday. And you rode it into battle.”
That explained why Caius had expressed a wish to see her apologise to the prince for taking his horse. She had presumed Melchior wouldn’t mind, but the wizard had known Morgan might find it less amusing. Did he really? His eyes glittered way too much for that. Feigning repentance, Cara backed towards the bed.
“I’m sorry, my lord. Indeed it seems I deserve a punishment.”
He winced while his free hand went to his crotch. As if his pants couldn’t take the pressure, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. When she began undressing, he gaped at her.
Cara kicked her boots off. Her jacket and shirt glided down to the floor promptly followed by her pants. The buckles of the belts jingled in his hands. Naked, she climbed on the wide four-poster bed and cast aside feathery cushions, except one that she used to sit against.
The arched headboard was made of wood and featured spindles from one post to the other. Arms stretched out, she placed her wrists in front of two spindles, spread her legs and offered him her cunt.
“Punish me, my lord.”
The belts hit the floor and Morgan jumped at the opportunity to get rid of his clothes with the speed of a famished man who had just been given a hot meal. His body reflecting the soft glare of sunrays from the window, he picked up the belts and approached her with the grace of a predator.
“You bad, bad girl.”
Nipples hard, butterflies invading her belly, she felt tiny spasms contract her pussy. She lay motionless as the beat of her heart accelerated. She watched him come to her, watched his long dick pointing straight towards her while he knelt next to her and went for her right wrist. Before he could attack her, she grabbed his forearm, pulled with all her strength and flipped him over.
As he got thrown onto his back with a look of total surprise, she whisked the belts out of his hands then fastened his wrists to the spindles. His cock thickened. An excited light kindled in his eyes while he used his heels to prop himself up. Spread-eagled, hands tied to the headboard, he was hers. The idea that she could do anything with his body made her tingle.
“Nobody punishes the Amazon queen.”
A deep sigh lifted his chest as he riveted his gaze on her breasts. She straddled his hips and took his stiff shaft between her fingers. The aroused flesh warmed her hand when she squeezed it gently. He shuddered.
She rubbed his tip on her pussy with a back and forth motion. When their sexes touched, a long shiver possessed her body. Wet with desire, her folds parted under the slow caress.
She moaned as an abrupt ravenous need transformed her into a horny female. He wasn’t faring better because a low groan vibrated in his throat and he clenched his fingers around the belts.
“Get down on me!”
Her thoughts exactly. Yet if she did, what kind of chastening would that be? Gritting her teeth to restrain her sexual impulses, she allowed herself an impish grin.
“I don’t think you deserve it.”
Hand firm around his long rod she squeezed it gently before stroking her inner lips. His body seemed to burst forward, as if wired to her every move. But the bonds held and he fell back on the pillow.
“Cara!”
“How about calling me mistress?”
His breathing leapt from quick to overexcited as she kneaded his cock from base to crown. Then he closed his eyes.
“I want my cock inside you, mistress.”
“You don’t get to want. You do as I say.”
Letting go of his pulsating sex, she moved towards his chest as his eyes flew open. His aroused gaze hit her and her insides fluttered. Stomach knotted by a powerful desire, she spoke with a commanding voice.
“You are my sex slave, prince of Palance, and you’d do well to remember that. Do you understand?”
“Yes, mistress.”
His prompt reply triggered a new rush of heat. Knees on each side of his chest, she placed her bush in front of his face.
“Suck my pussy.”
He drew her moist lips into his mouth. She gasped when he grazed them with his teeth. And when he nibbled them she drove her fingers into his untied mane. His lips set her body ablaze as he darted them across her open slit to lick her from the inside out. Enthralled by the breathtaking touch, she moaned and crushed his sides between her thighs.
He suckled her folds with the avidity of a thirsty lover tasting nectar. Above the headboard, the white wall seemed to waver. She tried to stabilise her vision, but he shot his tongue up her cunt and her eyelids dropped shut. Fingers clasped around his head, she stifled a cry.
She didn’t know if he was feeling punished, but she sure was getting a royal gratification. As he thrust his tongue up and down her channel, the quivering of her legs intensified.
She wanted his cock inside her but this was so… Oh, by the Mighty Gods, this felt so fucking good that she didn’t have the will to move. Ravished by his long strokes, she panted. Then he withdrew his mouth and the sudden emptiness caused her to glance down.
“Carry on.”
He didn’t move. Roguish gaze fixed on hers, a lopsided grin pulling at his cheek, he just waited. While her pussy demanded to be fondled, she summoned her best commanding voice.
“I said keep going, slave.”
“Am I pleasing my mistress?”
“You will be if you don’t stop.”
“Good. Because I’m taking a break.”
Oh, no, he wouldn’t. She ignored his teasing look as she disentangled her fingers to grab the top of the headboard with one hand. Granted, he had initiated the game but she was still going to have it her way.
“No break for you. Get back to it.”
As if she hadn’t given him an order, he kept on looking at her without moving. She wiped the smug smile off his face when she reached backward to seize his sex and rub him.
Up and down she worked his rigid member, until the muscles of his arms bulged and the buckles clinked against the wood panel. He expelled harsh breaths. She lifted her hips closer to his face while she released his cock.
“Lick me.”
The taste for competition ran strong in his blood. She caught an amused sparkle in his eyes before his mouth took possession of her expectant pussy. Firm and taunting, his lips awakened a luscious sensation. She let the wave rise, let the pit of her stomach throb with desire.
He petted her erect clit with the tip of his tongue. She uttered a high-pitched wail while her hands seemed to melt into the wooden headboard. Although her palms started to hurt a little, she strengthened her grip as he licked her core.
His tongue became her centre. Nothing appeared important anymore but the steady palpitation of her clitoris and the impending orgasm emerging from the depths of her body. Her thighs trembled against his sides as a rush of blood infused her heart. Submitting to the relentless sucking and tapping, she let loose the only word her brain remembered.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
As if he had been waiting for a similar reaction, he withdrew his tongue and left her hanging onto the feel of a ravaging sensation that she hadn’t quite reached. Refusing to look at him, she raked her nails on the carved wood.
“Morgan!”
“I’m your dutiful slave, mistress. Give orders and I’ll obey. Tell me what you want me to do.”
He had really got into the play and his submissive tone penetrated her whole body. Looking for air, she managed to croak.
“Make me come.”
“Like this?”
He kissed her pussy and the tender brush of his lips sent her pulse flying. Eyes shut, she shivered from frustration.
“Yes, but I want a little more.”
“As in? I’m afraid I need very specific instructions, I wouldn’t like to do something wrong.”
Although she was on top of him and he was the one bound to the bed, she ended up being the one punished.
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“Suck my cunt.”
“As you wish, mistress.”
She jerked at the touch of his tongue. She whimpered when he slowly grazed her drenched slit while keeping away from the only spot she wanted him to cover. Her insides burned, her body vibrated but the overwhelming sensation stayed a fraction out of her reach.
“Am I doing this right?”
His light tone fuelled her craving. How she would have liked to wring his neck right then. And by the Mighty Gods, how she loved that man!
“Lick my clitoris.”
“Are you sure? You seem very tense and emotional. I wouldn’t want to hurt you in any way.”
“Oh, just shut up and do it.”
“I am at your command.”
Sure. Yet his body lay comfortably beneath her while she was holding on to the headboard like it was a tether and she was lost in a raging storm. But he placed his lips on her pussy and she moaned. He inserted his tongue between her folds. He probed a little and fumbled about.
Unable to open her eyes, she felt her climax rise to the surface. Jaws clenched, sweat dampening her brow, arms rigid, she shook the wood panel between her hands when he removed his mouth one more time.
“I’m sorry, mistress, I can’t seem to find the right spot.”
“Morgan, I’m going to kill you.”
He chuckled. Then her eyes popped open as he rested his tongue on her clit. He flicked it back and forth and that was all it took to make her shout. He sucked her cunt. He branded it by the darts of his tongue, and she threw her head back and came in violent spasms. Muscles convulsing, mind dissolved in the pleasure raking her body, she cried out his name.
She believed he drank her although at some point his lips disappeared. Her respiration sounding more like gravel than smooth silkiness, she looked down to find him grinning with self-satisfaction.
“I think you can release me now.”
“After what you just did? Yeah, you wish.”
Moving with caution to spare her strained limbs, Cara let go of the headboard and sat on his belly. Or slouched down on it. Still attempting to get her breath back she leant forward to check his restraints.
“Ouch!”
His cry went straight to her heart and she stopped pulling. As she quickly glanced down she saw the wince of pain stretching his cheeks. Engrossed in taking her pleasure, she had forgotten he had been tied up for a while and the leather had abraded his skin.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, it’s the belts. The knots are too tight and it hurts.”
“I’m sorry, Morgan.”
As fun as their game had turned out to be she didn’t want him in pain. With nervous fingers, she unfastened the leather bonds. But when she glanced at him to check he was all right she met his mischievous green gaze.
“You might be a fierce Amazon, but you’re still a gullible woman.”
And he flipped her over.
Chapter Fifty-One
The rascal! She barely caught a glimpse of his flawless wrists before she was heaved off his stomach. He laughed as he toppled her onto the mattress while seizing her with both hands. Attempting to slide out of his grasp, she kicked a lot of air but never touched him.
His mirth resounding in her ears, he hauled her up against the pillow. By the time she realised what he was doing he had tied her right wrist to one of the spindles. No matter. She still had a free arm and she would use it to block him because she was strong.
He was stronger. Long muscles playing under his tanned shoulders, he strapped her left wrist. Hands dangling, she shot him a feigned furious look that redoubled his cheerfulness. He pushed his hair back as he straddled her like she had done to him. Except that he sat across her thighs to prevent any leg movement. Powerless, she had to watch his triumphant grin.
“There. Isn’t this better? It looks like you’re my prisoner, O Amazon Queen. Are you comfortable?”
She dignified him with a pout and he chuckled again. Although she hadn’t quite recuperated from her most recent orgasm, the intensity of his gaze knotted her gut and dried her throat.
Even if she looked at him for a hundred years she’d never cease to marvel at his handsomeness. Breathing coming in short pants, she flinched when he grazed her belly with gentle fingers.
“Your body is so tantalising.”
Gaze fixed on her chest, he seemed to be talking to himself—like a pirate enchanted by the song of a tempting mermaid. Yet he moved his hands up to caress the contours of her breasts.
“So beautiful. I could caress you all day long.”
Her heart jiggled. He pinched her nipples and the touch of his fingers raised her buds. A lascivious tongue of desire igniting a new emotion, she looked at his now serious expression.
“You could but I know what you want, Morgan.”
“Do you?”
He raised his eyes. A different shade of green darkened his pupils as he displayed his long sex. She exhaled a throaty sigh.
“Come to me, slave.”
Already on his knees, he approached her and positioned his manhood right in front of her mouth. He seemed to wait her out, arms along his sides. She felt like grinning at the sight of his aroused features. Although she kept a straight face, the irony of the situation didn’t escape her. He had subjugated her but now the great warrior was in her hands.
“I’m going to lick you.”
He shuddered with excitement. The pink skin around his nipples puckered and the muscles of his stomach stood out.
“Do with me as you wish, mistress.”
Sticking her tongue out, she then brushed his tip twice. When he sighed, a sensation of absolute power filled her at the thought of using his vulnerability to give him pleasure. She slowly licked the same spot. His cock hardened while he expelled air out of his lungs. But he wasn’t ready yet.
“Do you like it, slave?”
“Yes.”
His husky murmur heated her blood. Bound to the bed, unable to touch his body or simply coil her fingers around his dick, she nonetheless loved this moment. Still he was going to have to do better than that. Moving her tongue sideways, she slapped his tip from left to right.
“I can’t hear you.”
His chest heaved. He uttered a harsh suspiration, desire enhancing the square line of his jaw.
“I like it, mistress.”
With circling motions she wetted and caressed the enlarged head until his breathing turned to raucous pants. Although focused on the feel of his strained sex, she watched the muscles of his arms, shoulders and belly bulge with each of her languid, amorous strokes.
“Your cock is hard for me. Actually it’s so stiff I could swallow it up. Would you like me to?”
“Very much.”
As he answered her question, his large member appeared to thicken in front of her eyes. Lust churning in the pit of her stomach, she took hold of his crown. She sucked it into her mouth and listened to his soft moan of pleasure. Without taking more in, she pushed back the loose fold of skin with her lips. He groaned and clenched his fingers into fists.
She mastered a sudden hunger to speed things up and lazily rolled her tongue around his tip. Though slow, her caresses must have touched off a storm of desire because he suddenly pressed his cock into her mouth. She pushed her head back against the pillow while she let go of him and glanced up.
“I forbid you to move.”
Eyes clouded with longing, features drawn, he regarded her with an expression akin to suffering. “You can’t ask me that.”
“I’m not asking. Know your place, slave.”
Deep craving crossed his gaze while his limbs shivered. An inch from her lips, his dick seemed to plead her to swallow it. Disregarding his body language she gave him a commanding look.
“Don’t move unless I say so. Is that clear?”
“As you wish, mistress.”
He closed his eyes but remained motionless. His obedient attitude triggered her own desire. Pulse beating faster, s
he had to draw in a long breath before she closed her mouth around his erection again.
As soon as she touched him he grabbed his thighs like some kind of support was in order to relieve his growing tension. Lips moist, she licked her way down to the middle of his rigid shaft.
While she encased him in her mouth, he groaned and her body responded to his passionate sounds. Her nipples hardened as a surge of excitement spread through her.
She grazed his strained flesh with her teeth, careful not to hurt him. He jerked. His rod swelled to its maximum size and he quivered between her lips. Attuned to his sensations, she swallowed him whole.
His rough grunt constricted her pussy. His expression of rapture enchained her to the man trapped in the throes of her fondling. She blew him. Lips tight, his cock filling her mouth, she sucked him up and down until she felt he’d soon burst out. Then she released him.
Although his cry of frustration stabbed her she dismissed it with a blink. Body tense to the point where his muscles trembled, he appeared overwhelmed by the emotions wrecking him. A little breathless at seeing the effects of her power over this unyielding warrior, she ordered him.
“You’re going to do something for me.”
Although she had used a voice she hoped was authoritative enough, he didn’t react. His eyes were shut and tiny wrinkles of sexual tension lined his brow. Well, she’d have none of that.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
He drilled his gaze into hers. She read intense enjoyment and desperate craving in the emerald eyes shining above her. Tendons apparent on the sides of his neck, he had to swallow before he could articulate.
“I am at your service, mistress.”
“Good. Now, put your hands on the headboard.”
As he leant forward to grab the wood panel, his engorged shaft touched her lips. She pulled her head back a little but didn’t break eye contact. Overshadowed by his masculine presence she gave him an order.
“Fuck my mouth.”
Pupils dilated, he drew in a sharp breath. But when she parted her lips he stuffed his dick inside. So close to release, he easily glided in. Pressed against the cushion she stayed immobile while he screwed her mouth like he would her cunt. Watching his navel rush towards her and his big cock slide in and out of her mouth was so exciting that she got damp between the legs.