Without thinking it through—for there
was
no thinking it through—he looked back and spoke brusquely. “Get this straight. If I do this, if I fuck you, you’re
mine
. For as long as I want you to be. You’re my slave, princess, in every way. What I say, you do. If I want you to serve ale, you serve ale. If I tell you to suck my cock, you suck it. Do you understand?”
For the first real time since they’d met, she looked a little frightened, as well she should. He
wanted
to scare her, wanted her to know there was a price to be paid for what she asked of him. Yet, even so, she never wavered as she answered, “Yes.”
Making a slave of her was the only way Garon could turn this acceptable in his mind. She was too sweet, too exciting, and something about her made his heart feel stretched and twisted in his chest. If ever he was going to care about a woman again, this was
not
the one. So if he was going to fuck her, he was also going to
use
her. He was going to treat her like the sex toy she clearly wanted to be for him, and she’d likely be a damn good one. And if he
treated
her like a slave…well then, that was all she would
be
to him—nothing more.
“All right then,” he said, deep and husky, glad the candles were burning a little lower than when he’d first come in the room, for he wanted the small chamber to feel as dark as this arrangement he’d just made with her, as dark as it felt in his soul. “Get ready, princess,” he whispered. “Get ready, because there’s no turning back now.”
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He crawled slowly toward her from the foot of the bed, getting closer, closer, moving up over her lithe young body, until he was straddling her, planting his knees astride her hips.
He hadn’t seen her breasts yet, and he grazed slow, seeking hands from her shoulders down to capture the lush mounds in a firm yet gentle grip. Her gasp was one of pure pleasure—her nipples were hard pebbles jutting up against his palms through the fabric of her dress.
He hadn’t really kissed her yet, either, despite his earlier intimacy with her delightfully swollen lips, so he bent, lowering his mouth full over hers. Awkward at first, her attempts clumsy, but then she managed to find the right rhythm and kiss him back, a kiss filled with all the heat that had been flowing between them since he’d first entered this room. He stroked his tongue between her lips and it seemed to take her aback. But soon enough she caught on to that, too, licking at it with her own, finding more natural pieces of her own sensuality and letting them out for his enjoyment.
One more thing he realized remained a mystery between them—he didn’t know her name. She was Enrick’s daughter—he
should
know, most people probably did. But he’d never paid attention to such things—royalty and wealth had never much interested him. “Tell me your name, princess,” he asked between kisses, still molding her ample breasts in his hands.
“Laela,” she said, the syllables flowing like something liquid off her tongue.
“Pretty,” he murmured against her lips. “Almost as pretty as the rest of you.”
He wanted to get to her breasts, and was sorely tempted to rip the silk down the center, but he was a practical man, enough to realize this was all she had to wear for now. So instead he pulled at the ribbon situated at the center of the low neckline, then pushed the fabric off her shoulders and down, until the two firm peaks of flesh were freed.
His chest tightened at the sight of her lily-white skin crowned with the dark blush of her pointed nipples. He closed his hands around the outer curves, pushing slightly inward, and wasted no time bending to lick and suckle.
“Oh Ares,” she purred. “Oh Ares—yes, yes.” She squirmed beneath him, appearing so shocked at the pleasure that she didn’t quite know how to handle it, but he stopped her by propping a thigh securely between hers, using it to pin her to the bed as his aching cock pressed hard against the curve of her hip.
Sucking first one hard bud, then the other, Garon could have sworn her nipples were growing longer and stiffer beneath his ministrations. He moved back and forth, unable to get enough of the rosy beads against his tongue, deep in his mouth, letting her hot moans fuel him.
The first. I am the first to taste of this bounty.
I am, for her, the first everything!
The thought was so powerful that he couldn’t resist suckling harder, harder, and rubbing his thigh against her pussy, warm even through the leather of his pants and the silk of her dress. The rhythmic moves thrust his swollen cock against her thigh, and
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soon he was driven to show her just how well her breasts and his shaft could fit together.
Releasing her from his mouth, he moved higher up her body until his stiffened rod dropped into the valley her lush mounds created. He pushed them tight together, folding them fully around his erection as they both basked in the pure pleasure of it. Her moans increased as her small hands curled around the leather that still covered his
ass as if to draw him down closer against her.
To his great delight, she flicked the tip of her tongue over the gathering moisture on the end of his shaft, and the wetness she left made for an easy glide when he began to thrust, slow and firm, between her big, lovely breasts.
She looked on the verge of orgasm again already. “I didn’t know,” she breathed, “about this part.”
He couldn’t suppress a deep chuckle. “There are
many
possibilities in sex, princess. We invent it all as we go along.”
As he fucked her breasts, she lifted them toward him, sighing her rapture. “I like
this
possibility.”
Molding and thrusting, he pleased her that way until he realized he needed more. He needed what had made him brave enough to bargain with her, to make her his slave. He needed to sink his cock into her where she was the softest, the warmest, the
wettest.
Slowly, he pulled back to kneel between her thighs. She looked beautiful, half dressed, the tumbles of green silk pooling around her supple body, and she became more lovely to him still when he parted her thighs and looked back to her open pussy. She was breathing audibly when he leaned over to drop a quick kiss there, on the visible pink folds.
“Oh…” she gasped, eyes wide with wonder. And then she bit her lip, curiosity shining in her luminous eyes. “What now?”
“Now,” he said, the darkness casting a shadow over them both as one candle burned out, “I’m going to take your bride price, princess. I’m going to make you mine once and for all.”
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Chapter Four
When he plunged into her, it was like being pierced by a sword and she screamed at the pain. What had happened? What was wrong? How could this feel so hideous?
She lay beneath him, unable to stop tears from leaking out.
He went still, sighing, and said, “I’m sorry, princess. It’s been a long time since I took a virgin. I know it hurts.”
This wasn’t at all what she’d expected. “I thought sex was…pleasurable.”
“It will be,” he promised, then lowered a soft kiss to her lips. “Just try to relax your muscles and remember that you want me there, that you want my cock in your sweet little cunt.”
Again, she nodded, and tried to do what he said.
And then, in an odd burst of satisfaction and joy, it hit her—he was inside her. Their bodies were joined; she was no longer a virgin. She smiled up at him through the dulling pain.
He grinned back, looking surprised, as he used one thumb to smudge away a tear. “Why are you smiling?”
“You’re inside me,” she said. “Your cock is inside me. It’s…amazing.”
He gave her one of his soft, easy grins. “Does it feel better?”
She still felt as if she’d been split apart by something too enormous for the space, but indeed, the pain had faded. “Yes. It’s all right now.”
“Well, now it will be
more
than all right,” he said in an utterly seductive voice that set her heart spinning—and he slowly began to move, to rock to and fro, the motion shifting his cock ever so softly against the inside of her, until she realized that…yes, it was starting to be pleasurable. “How’s that?” he whispered.
“More,” she whimpered. “I want more.”
At that, his moves became more pronounced—he drew slowly out of her, then eased back in. Again. And again. Until she was breathing with him that way, in rhythm with his slow thrusts. And looking into his eyes, whispering, “More, Garon. More.”
His strokes came slightly harder and faster, jolting her body, silently urging her to meet them with drives of her own. Soon, she was letting out a little cry of joy at each and so was he, and she
felt
the glorious loss of her virginity,
felt
herself being truly and wholly fucked by a man—the
right
man to take that part of her and make her a woman.
So she was stunned when, without warning, he eased his shaft from her body and rolled behind her in the bed.
She moaned her frustration. “What are you doing? Why did you stop?”
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His voice came low, seductive. “I want to do it like this now, princess—want to make you feel my cock even deeper.”
“Oh.” That was all she needed to hear to be open-minded about the change, still fascinated—not only by the growing pleasure, but by the notion of her body being breached by his, entered by him. It seemed impossibly wonderful.
She let out a quick yelp when he penetrated her from behind, both of them lying on their sides, but the new shot of discomfort subsided almost immediately as he began driving his big, hard tool into her, making her forget pain even existed.
She learned to meet his hard thrusts this way, too, and he was right—she could feel him deeper, and she couldn’t help crying out her delight at each and every hot stroke.
Soon enough, though, his moves slowed…into something surprisingly softer, a gentle sort of fucking that seemed to soothe her weariness and all the new worries inside her. He reached around from behind to caress her breast as he kissed her
shoulder, then softly brushed his hand back over the hair pulled so tight against her
head.
“Take my hair down,” she whispered.
“What?”
“Unbind my hair. I’m a virgin no more.”
She sensed a short hitch in his rhythm before he resumed sliding into her warmth. “Maybe we shouldn’t put that information on display.”
She shook her head in front of him, desperately wanting the braid gone and knowing it was right, in every way. “Actually, it will make me less recognizable. And I
need
for it to be down now. I need to be made a woman—like this.”
He didn’t answer and she didn’t know if he was going to comply with her request—until she felt him begin to work at the bands that held her hair.
He continued to move inside her—slow, deep drives of his cock that echoed in the gradual way he parted one lock of hair from the others, untwisting, spreading its fullness across her bare back so that she could feel it beginning to wrap around her, a mane of womanhood, as he stroked into her—deep, deep, deep—below.
She closed her eyes, emotions pummeling her—too many to sort out. All she knew was that she liked where she was and what she was experiencing. She didn’t care that she’d promised herself to him as a slave. She didn’t care that she’d left her family without a word. She didn’t care that she’d left her father without a bride to give for protection of the mountain passes. She didn’t care about anything but the masculine hands in her hair and the thick, hard flesh that pulsed inside her now.
Finally, he drew out again, rolling her to her back once more, reaching to draw rippling brown tresses over each of her shoulders down onto her breasts until only the nipples peeked through. “Don’t worry—you’re undoubtedly a woman now, princess,” he said, his eyes glimmering with familiar heat. “You’re
all
woman.”
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With that, he rose to his knees, upright, lifted her thighs to lie atop his, and thrust his cock back between her legs—and this time it came without pain. This time she took it without anything but a gasp of joy as he sank wonderfully deep.
He watched where their bodies met and the mere knowledge of that excited her.
And then he reached down, rubbing his fingers in hot, fast circles over her clit. “Oh!” she moaned as the pleasure hit her hard, thick, rolling through her like something slow and crushing. She met his thrusts and she met his touch, lifting to it, lifting, then closed her eyes, lost to it now, lost to sensation, perspiration, the musky scent of him, the fullness of having him inside her and that delectable stimulation at the top of her slit.