Perfect Master(19)
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Later, after all the team had left with their gear and the king had returned to his own tower, Arik turned to Emerald as she stood gazing out the tower window. When he spoke she had no doubt what was on his mind. “It has been six weeks. But it feels more like six years since we enjoyed more than a very careful, very gentle fucking. Now I intend to enjoy my precious slave, in every possible way.”
Her heart leapt in her breast. “Shall I call Hikaru?” She recalled the night before their mating, when she’d seen Arik in this same spot, backlit by the soft lighting in the room and bathed by the light of Obsidion’s three golden moons, and when she did, her cunt clenched with anticipation.
“Yes. Tonight we will try out the fucking swing. And I will initiate your last virgin hole.”
“Yes, Master.” Emerald moved away to the communicator, glancing up at a gleaming, black-leather and chrome fucking machine hung from the high ceiling on sturdy hooks. She’d been dreaming of this night ever since slaves had hung the swing while Arik had still been confined to bed.
A light tap on the door brought her out of her reverie. Hikaru stepped inside when she opened it, his arms loaded with the supplies she’d ordered. As always when he entered the royal bedchamber, he set down his load and prostrated himself at her feet. That still irritated her, but she’d learned to expect it—after all, Hikaru had spent many years now since his fate as a royal eunuch slave had been sealed, and she realized habits that old were hard to break.
“Rise, slave,” she said as sternly as she’d heard Arik do so many times. “I need to have you make me ready for our Master.”
Hikaru scrambled to his feet and ran a comb through her short auburn curls that Arik so loved touching. Then he accompanied her to the bidet in her bathing chamber and administered the most thorough cleansing she’d ever had. While her cunt tingled and her asshole puckered from its unfamiliar dousing, she watched him hurry to set up the fucking swing.
She imagined Arik stepping up behind that swing, lubricating her ass and finally doing what he had been promising since the day after their mating. While he’d convalesced he’d often tortured her by fingering her rear hole, whispering about how he intended to deflower it. Now! She was finally going to find out what she’d been missing.
“The swing is secured, my lady.” As if to prove it, Hikaru gave the seat a hard jerk.
Her pulse raced. Her prince’s halting footsteps echoed from the other side of the tower, the sounds urging her to hurry and position herself facedown, ass in the air. “Help me,” she told Hikaru. “Secure my arms and legs so I don’t fall out of this swing.”
Emerald had never felt more open, more vulnerable. Her body was suspended on two leather straps, her legs spread wide and secured with padded cuffs to braided leather ropes. When she moved her ankles, pulleys on the ropes raised them, opening her even more. His touch impersonal, Hikaru brought her arms behind her back, cuffed her wrists and tied her at the elbows. Gods help her, she was now completely and deliciously helpless.
“I see you’re at your Master’s mercy.” Emerald recognized the gravelly timbre of Arik’s voice, knew without looking that he was still naked. No more full bodysuit and hood like the one he’d worn the day of their first mating. She felt the heat of his strong, muscular body, the male musk that surrounded them. “Hikaru, blindfold her now.”
“Yes, my lord prince.” The eunuch knelt before her and secured a satin-lined leather blindfold over her eyes, tying the soft streamers at the back of her head.
Darkness isolated her but she had no fear. Her Master would bring her exquisite pleasure, never pain. He used his hands to cup her breasts, catch the rings in her nipples, tug them ever so gently. “Oh, yes,” she hissed, loving the contrast of his big gentle hands on her breasts, the bionic one feeling as real, its touch as sensuous as the real one. “Fuck me, Master, please.”
His sharp intake of breath told her he was close. It wouldn’t be long. As always, though, her prince would move at his own pace. He’d taunt her until she burned for release, provide it, and then arouse her to orgasm again and again before giving her what she wanted above all else.
His perfect cock. In her cunt. In her mouth. In the last place it could go to seal his full possession.
Hikaru’s soft lips nibbled her clit. Then he stepped away, moving to her head to stroke her short curls. Her Master’s hot breath tickled her clit. “Please, Master, fuck me.”
His huge cock head slid along her dripping slit. “I can’t resist fucking your delightfully wet cunt first, my princess.” At the same time Arik sank into her cunt, Hikaru moved beside her and rotated the large lubricated butt plug she’d barely been able to insert immediately after he’d cleansed her. Her muscles protested, but soon she was clenching both monster invaders with more pleasure than pain.