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Chapter Four

Teesia lay shocked and wrenched beneath  Ralen. Her lips trembled, but she would not cry—she simply would not.  The orgasm  had been…well, painful, given the mighty thrust inside her, and  yet, still joyfully satisfying even amid the pain. Just like when he snapped the crop against her. Just like when he  bit her nipple, or her lip. Joy and pain at

once.

Now she went still, waiting, wondering what  was next.

Oh, drat it all, tears threatened. She closed  her eyes to ward them off, then turned her head to one side so he wouldn’t see, but she still felt one lone  tear leak free to roll down her cheek.

Her husband stayed still within her, and when she felt the tender swipe of histhumb blotting away the tear, she opened her eyes in surprise. She caught the hint of a tender look  before he shifted his gaze from  hers, and to her further shock, her heart warmed toward him just slightly.

When his teeth closed gently over her collarbone, she couldn’t  hold in her soft moan, and when he started to move inside  her she realized that—oh Ares!—the pain was gone. Incredible fullness replaced it.
 
Impossible
 
fullness. A tightness that made her grit her teeth as he began delivering short, slow thrusts.

Despite such unimaginable tightness, she no  longer suffered the blinding pain that had sliced into her in that first moment.  Now, she wanted him in her body, welcomed

him. Had her arms been free,  she’d have  wrapped them around him, pulled him as  close as she could. Her husband, the brute.

As his thrusts lengthened slightly, pressing  deeper into her cunt, she began  to cry  out again with each. Pleasure? Pain? Ares above, she was beginning to wonder if there  was a difference.

“Say the name of your master, the name of the man who fucks you and owns you,

the man who owns your ripe little pussy.”

“Ralen,” she breathed. Somehow, as his name left her, she felt her cunt contract

around him. “Ralen. Ralen.”

He fucked her deeper, and she wanted to say his name yet again. “Ralen. Oh, Ralen.

Yes, Ralen.
 
Ralen
.”

When she least expected it, his massive cock  left  her  body  and  she  looked  up  to  seeit in his hand, still  pointing  toward her cunt. As he let his head drop back with a deep,guttural groan, a stream of white-hot fluid  shot onto her bared pussy, making her gasp in surprise. Another followed, and another, and  a fourth, the last arcing onto her belly.

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She peered down at it as best she could  given her chains, her lips trembling in awe.  Oh Ares—Bella had told her about this, but  mere words could not describe it. So wet onher, a tangible part of him, a  pleasurable assault she hadn’t  seen coming, and it left her feeling a strange, binding sort of intimacy with  him  that  she  hadn’t  up  to  now.  Even  ifhe hated her.

And then—oh, yes—Ralen’s big hands came, his fingers firmly  rubbing, massaging the warm wetness into her skin, into her cunt. The sensation moved all through her like a living thing, and a moan echoed from deep inside her.

His large hands continued to press into  her, fingertips  smoothing the white fluidinto her clit  as she watched, making her hot,  hotter, with each circular motion, until her breath came heavy again and she was rising,  lifting herself from the table to meet his touch, thinking of this  amazing liquid part of him being massaged into  her body until…oh Ares—yes, yes, yes! “
Ralen
!” she cried as yet another powerful orgasm pumped through her, racking her within her chains, sending her into uncontrollable

spasms, until finally she dropped limp and exhausted onto the padded table once more.

* * * * *

When Teesia awoke, she was  surprised she’d actually slept. Looking to her  right, she found Ralen slumbering on the ornate bed across the room. To her consternation, she remained fastened to the table, arms  and legs  outstretched. She couldn’t helpsnarling at her sleeping husband while he  couldn’t see her doing so. Merciless barbarian!

He’d re-laced his pants, so that  unbelievable cock of his was once again hidden. Herstomach went hollow remembering the sheer size  of it. And that he’d managed to get it inside her!  And that—dear Ares—the brute had actually made her come three incredible times. Even amid the punishment she’d taken so valiantly.

Maybe because there were moments when it didn’t exactly
 
feel
 
like punishment?  Certainly, his control  over her
 
was
 
punishment—turning  her head to look  from one bound wrist to the other, she could scarcely believe her husband had chained her to atable on their wedding night! But, despite her anger, she had experienced undeniable pleasure.

And she had said his name. Every time he asked. Sometimes when  he
 
hadn’t
 
asked.  She supposed she’d done everything exactly as he wished.

Which was good, she  reminded herself, for to refuse might have brought much more brutal treatment, such as she couldn’t even fathom.
 
This
 
was bearable.

Maybe. If he unchained her soon. If he took her to his bed.

The truth was, she’d say his name and be  his slave and willingly submit to him over and over again if he’d  free her from the table and treat her just a little as  a husbandshould treat a wife. She gazed back at  him across the candlelit room, wishing.

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Then she lay her head back, tired, her muscles sore and stretched. She yanked helplessly at her bracelets and ankle cuffs—such pretty and deceptive torture devices—rattling the  chains that held her.

A stirring across the room drew her attention back to her husband—she watched as he gave a leisurely stretch, drawing her gaze to all the  hard muscles on his arms and chest before he rose and padded toward her.

“Lift your ass.” No greeting, no surprise  she was awake and waiting for his next instruction.

With little choice, she obeyed.

Reaching to one of the pegs on the wall,  he  drew down a slender  almost delicate-looking chain, constructed of wide links formed from ultra-thin gold. He slid it around her  waist,  then  hooked  it  in  front,  just  below her navel. She lowered herself back to the table, as it was difficult to lift at all, let  alone stay that way. Just as she noticed that aconsiderable length of the gold links remained after being hooked around her torso, the excess falling ticklishly between her thighs,  Ralen said, “Again,” leaving her no choice but to comply.

When she lifted this time, he stretched the remaining chain between her legs, through her pussy, and up the valley of her rear, attaching it to the links that crossed her lower back. She tensed at the pressure it  delivered. It was not painfully  tight, but rubbed against every exposed part of her cunt,  as well as her anus, at even the slightest move. She quickly realized that drawing in  her breath alleviated  the awareness, but letting it out immediately brought it  back, even accentuating the sensation. Dear Ares,what was the man doing to her?

Next, he went to the shelves on the wall and returned with two little rings, made of the same thin gold as  the chain—only these rings were smaller in circumference than the chain links, and they were connected by a much thinner, tightly linked  chain, thesort artisans might use to fashion a necklace. Only then did it hit her—Ralen was so wealthy that even his sexual tools were made  of the finest, most expensive materials known to man! It somehow made her tense further to realize the value of what stretched across her cunt.

She watched as he bent over her with the tiny gold rings. He used his fingers to pryone of them apart—allowing her to see it  was not a true circle, the thin gold not soldered together. He then pressed the open ring around her nipple—grown shamefully  erect from the chain stretched  between  her thighs. She nearly held her breath, waiting for whatever would come next, then flinched when he squeezed the gold back into a tighter, tinier circle at the base of the pink bud. Her nipple grew even stiffer in response and she felt the ring’s tight caress deep within  her breast. She bit her lip, watching as he attached the other ring  in the same  manner, leaving the thin chain connecting them to droop slightly between the peaks.

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When Ralen moved to one corner of the table, working at the thick chain that held her wrist, she thought—finally, sweet release!  She’d been bound to  the table for only a few hours, but it felt much longer and she yearned to be free.

As he stepped away, to the other wrist, she lowered her aching arm, thinking it had indeed been unbound. But not so. He’d only
 
loosened
 
the chain, adding slack and length so that she could move more  freely—yet she  was still shackled  to the table, his captive.

She pulled in her breath, trying not to explode in rage or crumple in tears. Her heart yearned desperately for home. For her mother. Or her sisters. For Bella. Another woman who would feel her anguish, understand her pain.

She thought of them as she sadly lowered her other arm to her side, trying to ease the tight ache in her  muscles, her thoughts centering particularly on her mother.  Everyone knew how strong and smart Jalal was. And everyone always said Teesia took after her. So she imagined her mother’s voice whispering in her ear.
 
You must be strongnow, daughter. You must persevere. You can do this.

As Ralen went about loosening the chains  at  her ankles the same way, she gathered her courage and asked a question she hoped  would not anger him. “The links between my legs,” she said softly. “And the rings at my breasts.  What are they for?”

He didn’t bother looking up from his adjustment of the last chain. “They will keep you in a state of arousal until I decide your training is through.”

She sucked in her breath, then let it back  out, suffering a fresh awareness of the thin circles of metal stretching through her pussy—the very arousal he ordained for her. She tried to sound calm as she asked, “How shall I sleep?”

This time he met her gaze, his glimmering wickedly. “With dirty dreams, vixen.”

“And I am to
 
stay
 
chained?”

“I wouldn’t want you running away when  we’ve only  just begun,” he said, thenpicked up his earlier discarded shirt, walked to the door, and left her there without even a goodbye or a goodnight.

* * * * *

The next morning, Ralen visited the stables to check on two mares soon to deliverfoals, and spoke to his stablemaster about current breeding plans for some of the horsesin his carefully pieced-together herd.

He went for a short ride on his  beloved black stallion, Charger,  taking the  horsedown to the beach to gallop along the shore. The sounds of seabirds  and the rolling tidealways relaxed him. Well, as much as a man with a raging erection could be relaxed.  Thoughts of his brazen little bride buffeted  him as dependably as the waves buffeted the shore below Charelton Fortress.

Ares, but she was an orgasmic little thing— he’d nearly lost  count of how manytimes he’d made her come. It didn’t take much—a thought which at once aroused and

disturbed him.

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Disturbed him because it made  him remember the night of their first meeting—she’d come easily then, too. It forced him to wonder how many
 
other
 
men she’d come for. Even having kept her virginity intact,  how could a girl so sensual and excitable have possibly kept herself from other men,  given her eagerness in Rawley? He still hadno choice but to draw the same conclusion—she hadn’t.

I will control you. I will.
 
There was no other alternative in Ralen’s mind. For if he did not control  the things and people  in his midst, mightn’t they somehow control
 
him
? Hesighed, drawn back to  a much darker place  in  time, where he’d lived in fear and anger, where a leather strap had been his punishment  for any and every offense, slicing intohis skin, making him feel trapped, caged,  crazed to escape. The rush of memoriesbarreled down through him, settling low in his belly, until he pushed them away. That was the past
. Keep it there.

He supposed disciplining his young bride had brought it to mind.

Good for her, he thought, letting a wicked  grin form, that he chose to mete out discipline in a much more pleasurable manner.

He headed  back toward the stables, thinking it was near time for the midday meal.

His bride would be hungry, too. And he could make  that work for him—he could useevery human need she possessed to continue transforming her into his perfect submissive.

Some time later, he walked into the room  where she lay chained, a tray of food in his grasp. Cheese, bread, red berries, peach  pudding, a leg of turkey and a large goblet of wine made a hearty meal.

He lowered the tray onto the end of the  padded platform where she lay on her side sleeping. The very sight of her added to the stiffness in his pants. He wondered how many times the chain had stimulated her clit  and tiny asshole through the night, and felt deeply pleased to see that her nipples remained hard and pointed even as she slept, thanks to the tight rings that would not allow them to escape, nor allow their sensitivity to fade.