Roxanne Desired by Gena D. Lutz Read Free Book Online Page A

almost hypnotized by the leather strap’s movement.
    “You’ve been very naughty, Roxanne. I think a punishment is in order.”
    My heart began to beat so rapidly that I thought it might explode from my chest. Nathan was playing along with my hidden fantasy. He even seemed to like it. It was on me now to return his enthusiasm for our little game, full throttle.
    “I think you’re mistaken Warlord. I finished baking the bread for tonight’s meal and I cleaned your room as you instructed. I don’t understand. How have I displeased you so?”
    I looked down, careful not to make eye contact with him, my master. It had been easy to slip into my role as his servant. It surprised me just how simple it really was.
    He leaned over the bed, dragging a slow hand over my stomach. It then traveled upwards between my breasts. The feather light touch was an exquisite torture. Instead of Nathan cupping one of my aching breasts in his hand, like I yearned for him to do, he reached for both of my wrists. He held them together as he wrapped the belt in between and around them both, firmly tying them together. His warm chest brushed against my face, leaning over me so he could tie the rest of the belts slack around the bed’s rot iron headboard. I tugged against my restraints, testing them. It was my body’s natural reaction to being subdued. I knew that I was in safe hands. However, the feeling of complete vulnerability was a bit scary. That fear was also a big contributor to the allure of it all.
    “It is not your place to question me, wench. Stay your tongue before I am forced to gag you.”
    My master knelt on the bed before me, his body large and imposing. I inspected the erotic view being displayed before me and halted when my eyes landed on his manhood. He was long, full, and ready, and it was no doubt the instrument he meant to use to fulfill his threat. I wanted to reach over and wrap my hands around him. My lips parted as I began to beg for him to come closer, just a few inches, but then I remembered his order to remain quiet. Instead I moaned, my body arching, reaching for him to do something, anything to it. I needed him to touch me not just tease me. Damn he was good at this. He looked gratified, pleased with my suffering. That’s when my wolf growled, fighting against his dominance. The master grinned wider as he continued to stare me down.
    “Do you want me to kiss you?” He asked, lowering his head; a set of full lips hovered over my soft, damp, curls. My body went still.
    “Please.” I pled through clenched teeth.
    “You’ll have to do something for me first, my pretty little wench. Are you ready to do your best to please me?”
    I nodded eagerly, accepting his terms. “I will do as you bid me, Master.”
    “Then I shall proceed,” he informed with a quick nod. “Open your legs…wide.”
    His order stimulated me, making heat pool between my legs. I drew my legs up and slowly began lowering them to the side, opening for him. I watched him look at my face, my breasts, his gaze finally landing on my fully exposed sex. The blood in my veins thundered through my very being as he slid his tongue over my slit, barely breaching my folds. My palms were sweaty, clenching; once again pulling against the restraints. I wanted to bury my hands in his hair. I needed to press his mouth deeper between my trembling legs. My body was practically begging him to release me, to make me cum. Then, sweet Jesus, his tongue plunged deep inside of me. I almost came apart at the seams. My hips moved in time with his mouth’s rhythm. His hand crept up my body again, but this time he enfolded my breast in his hand and flicked my nipple with his thumb. I screamed out in pleasure, still riding his tongue. Intense pleasure built up, expanding as he teased my clit with a few quick flicks. Tiny white flashes blinded me as he lifted me up, throwing me over the brink of desire.
    “You will now pleasure me.” He demanded.
    Without another