Taken by Passion: King of Hearts (Wonderland Book 1) (16 page)

“Tell me you’re beautiful, Alice.” His gaze traveled down over her breasts, her waist, hips, and back to her face. “I want to hear it from your lips again.”

“I…” She licked her lips. “I am beautiful, Milord.”

“Again!” he demanded, releasing her.

Alice straightened, widening her knees, thrusting her breasts out, and raising her chin. “I
am
beautiful, Milord.”

Jarronn gave her a feral smile. “Now for your punishment for reaching orgasm without my permission.”

Oh, damn.
She’d hoped he’d forgotten about that. Although it depended on just how he intended to punish her.

He flicked his fingers at the table, plates, and leftovers, and everything vanished. She cut her gaze from where the table had been and met Jarronn’s eyes.

He held out his hand and her light blue hair ribbon appeared on his palm.
What’s he going to do with that?
Her thoughts switched as he approached her with the ribbon, then circled behind her. In a mere moment he tied the satin strip over her eyes, blindfolding her. The satin was wide and thick enough that she couldn’t see through the material.

“Such beautiful tresses,” Jarronn murmured as he raked his fingers through her hair.

Since she could no longer see, the sensations were heightened and she shivered. But when his hand clasped the cold metal chain and slid down its length, a feeling of fear and excitement rushed through her. He wouldn’t hit her with the chain, would he? Not like Stone had whipped Jon with his chain. That was too much pain for her. No, she trusted Jarronn. He wouldn’t do anything that would harm her.

She could almost relate to her ex, though—Jon with his nipple clamps, collar, and chain. The slide rings dangling from Alice’s nipples kept them hard and constantly aroused, but she was very happy not to have clamps on them like Jon had.

The collar and chain—somehow that was power in itself. To know that she was responsible for Jarronn’s pleasure was intoxicating.

“Come, wench,” he growled in that deep sensual tone that made her grow wetter with anticipation, and he tugged on the chain.

Alice’s legs almost refused to cooperate, she was so nervous and excited. When she got to her feet, he pulled at the chain and she barely kept from stumbling forward.

“Do you trust me, Alice?” he asked as he led her across the grass. “If you do, then show it.”

Despite the fact that she couldn’t see where she was going, Alice straightened and kept her chin high, her hands clasped behind her back, forcing herself to walk without hesitation. “Yes, Milord. My trust is absolute.”

A rumble rose from Jarronn, sounding like the fierce jungle beast he had shifted from when Kalina first brought her from the castle.

They walked for a while in silence, Alice imagining the stares of the king’s subjects and finding the thought of people watching them surprisingly arousing. Eventually sounds, smells, and the very air changed, telling her they had left the rainbow gardens and entered the jungle.

Grass grew taller, reaching Alice’s hips and brushing across her sensitized skin as she blindly followed where he led her. What felt like palm fronds, skimmed her nipples.

All around her the jungle sounds seemed louder, more intense. Scarier and more exciting. A waterfall thundered somewhere nearby, monkeys screeched, birds chattered and shrieked, and she couldn’t help but shiver when she heard the cry of some kind of jungle cat, like a jaguar.

I trust Jarronn,
she repeated in her thoughts, over and over, building confidence in the statement.
I trust him.

Jarronn had hardened until he was sure he could use his cock for a spear. A fine weapon it would make, too.

A feeling of satisfaction surged through him with liquid warmth as his future queen obediently followed him deeper into the jungle, trusting him. Already he sensed the changes in her becoming more complete. Indeed she was a fast learner, and born to rule at his side.

When he reached the sacred mating site, Jarronn stopped and was pleased when Alice responded immediately to the lessened pressure on the chain and stopped, too.

He wrapped the chain tight around his fist and tugged Alice hard enough to make her stumble toward him. She gasped when his erection brushed her belly and he sniffed the air, drinking in her intoxicating elixir. He brought his lips above hers and whispered, “Do you want your king to take you, Alice?”

When she licked her lips, her tongue almost brushed his mouth. “Yes, Milord. I mean, if it would please you.”

“Perhaps.” Jarronn flicked the heart dangling from one nipple. “Or perhaps I would prefer to enjoy your mouth on me, wench.”

A visible shiver traveled through Alice. “Whatever pleases you, Milord.”

He smiled and wondered if she’d be so eager to please him as he said, “As punishment for reaching climax without permission, perhaps I should force you to watch me take one of my servants. Perhaps Kalina.”

Dismay flashed across Alice’s features and her mouth opened, then closed into a thin, tight line.

“I’m waiting,” he murmured close to her ear.

“Would—would that please you, Milord?” she asked in a tone that said she would rather eat bark bees than watch him take another woman.

“It would please me to have my brothers join us.” Jarronn paused and smiled at the look of shock and then curiosity that crossed her expression, and for a moment he wished she weren’t blindfolded so he might see her eyes. “Would you enjoy taking me and my brothers all at once, wench?”

“All four of you?” Alice’s skin flushed and the scent of her desire was strong. “I—if it would please you, Milord.”

With his magic, Jarronn retrieved the feathery leaf of a
ch’tok
tree. He let the fine chain slide between her breasts until the ring at the end settled at her mound. When he brushed the
ch’tok
leaf over her nipples, Alice gasped and arched toward his touch, her nipples nearly diamond hard.

“
My
pleasure,” he reminded her, and drew the feathery leaf down her belly and to her mound. “I will have Kalina shave you so I might better see your delectable flesh.” He knelt before her and pressed his hand to her inner thighs, and she automatically widened her stance. “Mmmm, yes. Such perfection.”

Alice whimpered as he caressed the leaf over her. “Quiet.” He stroked the insides of her thighs with the leaf before he leaned forward and ran his tongue along her soft skin. “You must obey me and not make a sound.” Her thighs trembled and he could tell it was taking effort for her to keep from moaning out loud.

He rose to his feet and slowly circled her, enjoying the view of her gently curved body, her full, perfect breasts, and her well-rounded hips. When he stood behind her, he lifted her long hair and pushed it over one of her shoulders so it was out of his way. By the skies, his cock would surely burst if he did not take her soon.

Alice shivered, and it was all she could do to hold back another moan. This man was torturing her, driving her out of her mind. More so than before, if that was possible. She wanted him inside her so badly she could scream.

His pleasure.
She was supposed to be thinking about his, not hers. If she truly trusted him, she had to believe he would give her what she needed. Well, he was certainly receiving great pleasure from teasing her, drawing out her arousal and his own.

She wasn’t sure if she could take much more of his pleasure. It was about to drive her nuts.

Jarronn continued his sensual assault, trailing something light and feathery, yet different, over her skin. Without her sight, all her other senses were heightened. She could smell the rich loam of the jungle, the fragrant perfume of orchids, and countless other scents she couldn’t identify.

Biting her lower lip, Alice held back another moan as Jarronn skimmed the feathery thing over each of her ass cheeks and between, then the back of each thigh. He took his time, moving down to the backs of her knees, to her ankles, and then worked his way back up.

If it weren’t for the fact that she knew he’d add another punishment, she would have screamed.

Finally, Jarronn rose up behind Alice and pressed his hard, muscular body against her softer, rounder form. Her heart pounded so loudly it nearly drowned out the jungle sounds of animals and the roar of the waterfall. He thrust against her clasped hands and she moved her fingers around his length as he slid back and forth.

“How shall I punish you, sweet wench?” he murmured beside her ear, and she quivered at the thought of what he might come up with. “I believe I would find it most pleasurable to spank you.”

ALICE’S BREATHING HITCHED AS JARRONN grabbed her chain and led her forward several steps. Even though she was still blindfolded, she forced herself to walk with confidence, proving her trust in him.

After he told her to stop, he drew her hands from behind her back and brought them in front of her. “Do not move your feet.” He guided her by taking her hands in his, pulling her forward, and forcing her to bend until he placed her palms against a flat, uneven surface that reached her waist level. “Widen your thighs, wench.”

God but she loved it when he called her
wench
in that sexy purr of his.

As she spread her legs, balmy jungle air caressed her ass. Her breasts felt large and weighted.

Jarronn moved behind her and rubbed his callused hand over her ass. “Why are you being punished?”

“For climaxing without permission, Milord.” Alice tensed, waiting for that first slap, and her insides tingled. Good grief, she was going to be spanked. She’d never even been spanked as a child, much less an adult. But what was really strange was how badly she wanted Jarronn to do just that.

“As you know, disobedience will not be tolerated.” Jarronn moved his mouth down her back to her hips, then rubbed his stubble over her ass in a smooth and sensual movement. He kissed each of her butt cheeks, flicking his tongue against the flesh, and she moaned.

“Quiet,” he ordered in a deep and commanding tone. “You may not speak or make a sound. Nod if you understand.”

She nodded, causing her hair to slide across her face and the satin blindfold. When his fingers moved from her ass cheeks and into her folds, she trembled. She lowered her forehead against the flat, rocky surface in front of her and focused on holding in her sounds of ecstasy. She would
not
disappoint him.

When had it become so important to her to please Jarronn? It was as if she’d known him for ages, instead of such a short time.

Alice managed to contain her moans at the feel of him stroking her, but her thighs quivered and she could barely keep from squirming. He eased his fingers from her. As she shuddered with excitement, her chain clinked against the rock’s surface.

“Such a splendid ass,” he murmured, and gently pushed his finger into her tight anus. She all but choked to keep down her gasp from the incredible sensation.

Somehow Jarronn’s finger sliding into her was better than any dildo or butt plug she’d used before.

“To be sure, you would enjoy me here, would you not, wench?” He slid a second finger inside and pumped both in and out of her anus. In the next second a large hand swatted her across one ass cheek with a resounding slap.

A cry rose up in Alice’s throat that she barely contained. His swat stung yet made her even more excited, and wetter than ever. She braced her legs and raised her ass toward him as he thrust his finger in and out and continued to spank her, swat after swat. The sound of his hand slapping her ass rang through the air again and again. It stung, yet it felt good. It hurt, but it made her horny beyond belief. It was more than pleasure, more than pain. It was
indescribable.

While he spanked and thrust his finger in and out of her, she gradually slipped into a state of euphoria where her mind reveled in the sensations. Here she found she could give up control of her orgasm to Jarronn and she no longer had to fight to keep back her moans and sounds of pleasure. It had become easy to obey. She would make him pleased with her. He had already shown her more caring, consideration, and appreciation than any man in her life had done.

The spanking stopped and he withdrew his fingers from her anus, making her feel empty. He murmured soft words of praise as he kissed the stinging flesh of her ass. “Such a good wench,” he said as he laved his tongue across her hot skin. “You are perfect.”

Gently he eased his arm around Alice’s curvy waist and caught her to him. “You are lovelier than I had dared to dream.”

Alice’s body was so stimulated, so aroused, yet she managed to stay in that state where it felt like her body was not her own…she was Jarronn’s to do with as he wished.

While he pressed his muscled body tight against her softer form, he kissed the back of her neck, his stubble teasing the delicate skin. With deft fingers he pulled at the ends of the ribbon blindfolding her, and the satin fell away.

The sudden light caused Alice to blink, even though she was apparently in a darker part of the jungle. On one level she was cognizant of the new surroundings, while on another she was completely aware of everything that Jarronn was doing to her. The way his hands felt upon her breasts, his lips caressing her nape and his hardness pressed against the cleft in her ass.

She tilted her head back, leaning into him, and saw the feathery blue leaves of a tree like the one she’d first woken beneath when she’d tumbled into this wonderland. Surrounding them were wide-leaved jungle plants, vines, and countless sweet-perfumed orchid-like flowers in pastel shades of pinks, purples, yellows, and blues.

Before she had a chance to realize what he was doing, Jarronn turned her around to face him so fast she almost cried out in surprise, barely reining in the sound. In an effortless movement, he grabbed her by the waist and placed her still-stinging ass on the rock she’d just braced herself against.

His features took on a feral, hungry look as he used the satin ribbon blindfold to tie her wrists together in front of her. She watched with a combination of fear and fascination as he produced a red silk scarf, then raised her arms and fastened her wrists to a branch overhead.