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and lifted
them up like a gift to him. “Would you take these, Master? Squeeze them with
your strong fingers until I cry out beneath you?” She rolled her tight nipples
between her fingers. “Would you suckle these? Roll them with your tongue?
Scrape them with your teeth?”
    The growl that came from deep in his throat surprised them
both. Instead of closing the distance between them, Jarrod backed away. He
should have stayed in his room.
    She slid her fingers between her legs and they disappeared
within her core. He could scent her arousal in the air. He watched as she
plunged into her center again and again. His cock throbbed with the need to
thrust deep within her. She drew her fingers from her body and reached her
cream-covered fingers toward him. “If you were my Master, would you take
control of this body?”
    He grabbed her wrist and jerked her forward. He sucked her
fingers into his mouth and tasted her for the first time. He nearly moaned with
pleasure and licked them clean. Now that he’d had a taste, he wouldn’t rest
until he’d feasted.
    “Yes,” he replied when he was through. He dropped her wrist.
“Your body would be mine to do with as I pleased.”
    She raised her arms, lifted her hair up off her neck and
then let it fall. Who knew the princess would be a temptress? “What would you
do? If you were my Master? Tell me what you would do.”
    She’d pushed him too far. He couldn’t hold the darkness in
any longer. His words came out in a rush. “I’d bind your hands so you would
have no control over what I want to do to you. I’d push you to your knees and
plunge my cock between your lips.”
    “Do it.”
    She was a damn temptress. “No.”
    “Do it.” He couldn’t resist the pleading in her voice. “Let
me give myself freely one time before I will have no choice.” She pressed her
wrists together and held them out to him. It was the most beautiful sight he’d
ever seen. “Take me, Master. Use me. Show me what it can be like to be a sex
slave to my Master.”
    With a cry, Jarrod tore the woven belt from his pant loops
and grabbed her wrists. He wrapped one end of the belt around her slender
wrists, binding them together. Then he pulled her arms down straight in front
of her. As he wound the belt up her forearms and pulled them tightly together,
he trapped her breasts between her upper arms. He tied off the belt at her
elbows and stepped back to look at the pretty package she made.
    Her plump breasts were squeezed together, a ripe offering to
her Master. His cock jerked as he took pleasure in the sight. Her golden curls
swirled around her shoulders. She stared up at him, her green eyes dreamy,
seductive.
    “Go ahead,” she whispered. “Touch me.”
    He grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her neck and she
gasped. He pulled her head back, bending her backward and off balance. “Your
Master will decide what he will do with his slave’s body. If you can’t be
quiet, you will be gagged.”
    She shivered beneath him, but she didn’t look afraid. She
looked excited. Aroused. “I’m sorry, Master.”
    “Don’t speak again unless I tell you to,” he growled and
released her hair. She nearly lost her balance, but he was pleased to see she
caught herself and stood up straight before him. She would be a fine sex slave.
Damn, he wished she was his.
    No point in thinking about that. Jarrod knew life rarely
gave you what you wished for. If tonight was all he’d have with her, he’d make
it count.
    He walked around her, determined to put off touching her for
as long as possible, since that seemed to be what she craved. Unfortunately, he
yearned to touch her just as much. When he stood behind her, the pale globes of
her ass called to him. He reached out with a flat hand and slapped her hard on
the cheek of her ass.
    She yelped and jumped, twisting around to look at him. He
grasped her shoulders and turned her back around, facing away from him. “Stand
still. Keep your shoulders