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In reply, he dipped his fingers between her legs and lifted a chunk of ham to her mouth. She bit into it as he stroked her around and through the thin gold links, parting her legs without forethought. Another bite of  the sweetened ham came with more of his fingers, playing in  her pussy, fondling her clit—made so needy by the ever-present chain. He fed her the entire portion of  ham that way and she ate it hungrily.

Next, he molded her breast in one hand as  he lifted the wine goblet to her mouth with the other. She drank heartily, arching  into his touch. Then, at his urging, she layback on the  table.

When he used the antique metal spoon—among only a few such artifacts she’d ever seen—to transport peas into her mouth, one dropped free and settled directly in hernavel. Ralen didn’t hesitate to dip down and scoop it out with his tongue.

Together, they shared a thick slice of sweet cornbread, him holding it to her mouth, then his own, then pausing for a firm kiss or  a lick to her breast. “Enough for you,” hesaid, his voice thick with teasing, as he  swallowed the last bite, then repositionedhimself until he knelt between her spread thighs, pressing berries into the folds of her cunt and the links that stretched across it, then using his tongue to extract them.

She sat up and leaned back on her hands,  watching him feast on her, unaccountably filled with hot joy. His mouth at  her pussy  was among the grandest delights he’d yetdealt out, rivaling the thrust of his cock  deep within her. She actually purred her

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pleasure, watching him, her only  other wish at the moment that she not be chained to  a

dratted table.

Yet soon pleasure surpassed the wish and any other worries, until it was all sheknew. She lifted her  cunt against his teasing licks, now coming through the chain without the presence of berries, until she breathed, “I shall come soon.”

“No, vixen, you shall not,” he replied, abruptly leaving her pussy behind and rising to face her.

She gasped her shock, her cunt pulsing  with desperate, abandoned need. It wasnearly unbearable. “You would…you would…leave me like…?” What was she saying?  Of course he would leave her on the edge of ecstasy. He
 
wished
 
her there,
 
always
 
! Hegave orgasms frequently, yes, but he bound her with titillating devices designed to keep her exactly where she resided  now—on the  very rim of pleasure, but not quite able to topple over.

“Turn over,” he said. “On your hands and knees.”

Sighing her agonizing frustration, she followed the order, her pussy aching with wild desire. And as she waited for him to go  to the pegboard and come back with hisinstrument of choice, she began to wonder—what if she
 
had
 
meant the words? What if she really did wish to please him, whatever  it took? For she didn’t even question his commands now—she simply followed them.

But then, what choice  did she have? She’d accepted  from  the  start  that  as  long  asshe was chained, she
 
had
 
to obey. And she still feared finding out the consequences if she did not.

He returned with a familiar riding crop—only it seemed much longer ago than lastnight that he’d used it  on her.

“Wh-what now?” she asked over her shoulder, her cunt still pulsing madly.

He snapped the crop across her ass—a sting that shocked…yet echoed through her body in an oddly pleasurable way, intensifying the raging fire between her legs. “You shall see
 
‘
what now’ when I choose to reveal it,” he replied in a harsh voice.

When he fed her, it seemed  he turned softer for some reason, but now he’d transformed back into his more severe self  again, ready to remind her who was in charge—as if she might have somehow forgotten.

Starting at the inside of one knee, her captor dragged the length of the braided cropslowly up her sensitive thigh. She hissed her pleasure when it pressed against her cunt, or at least against the chain that stretched through it.

“Your pussy looks so pretty bound for me,”  he said from behind her, almost as if reading her mind.

Are you going to keep me tied up forever?
 
No, she still couldn’t ask. She was certain she’d pay for the question if she  did. Instead, she formulated the
 
correct
 
answer. “I’mglad it pleases you.”

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“Mmm, indeed,” he said on a hot little growl that, amazingly, made her cunt throb against the thin links, as well as the  crop, even more than it already was.

Next, he ran the fringed tip of the crop from  her neck  slowly down the arch of her  back and up onto  her  ass, where it collided with the  center chain, adding even more  pressure, especially when he reached her  anus. She  bit her lip at the unanticipated  sensation, holding back her moan. She hadn’t known…or ever even
 
thought
 
about that  part of the  body bringing pleasure. She’d  thought it  had one not-particularly-sensual use and that was all. Why did it suddenly feel so
 
good
,  and so much like it wanted even
 
more
 
attention?

Ignore it. Your senses are on overload. He’s got you so sexually wound up that your poor body doesn’t even know anymore which parts  are supposed to be the pleasure-seeking ones.

“Does your little asshole feel good, vixen?” As he asked, he—dear Ares!—pushed the tip of one finger inside it.

She clenched her teeth against the sensation as she tried to fight back her shock.  “No.”

Quick as that, his finger left and he swatted her ass with the crop. She flinched as the confusing pleasure-pain vibrated through her. “Ow! What was that for?”

She looked over her shoulder in time to  see him bend forward and bestow a small

bite on her bottom. Stunning, piercing pleasure echoed outward as their eyes met. “Lying,” he said.

She turned back away  from him and swallowed. He
 
knew
 
it felt good? She must be  even worse at hiding her reactions than she thought. And did he
 
want
 
it  to  feel  good? Was it
 
supposed
 
to?

“May I …ask a question?” she asked, still poised on hands and knees.

“All right.”  He drew little circles on her ass with the tip of the crop.

“That particular spot,” she began uncertainly, “it…it is a spot of pleasure?  A…
 
normal
 
spot of pleasure? For many people?”

His rich, mocking laughter washed over her, making her feel like an idiot. “Well, at  least now I know of another orifice on  your body that has not been breached.”

“
Nothing
 
on  me  has  been
 
breached
!” she snapped, anger getting the best of her.  “Before you, anyway!”

This time the crop came down hard on  her rear, making her squeal in pain. “
Quiet
,”  he said. “I’ll decide your innocence in my  own way, vixen. You are not  to comment on it. Do you understand?”

She let out  a sigh. Oh, the insufferable man!  She feared he would be the death of

her.

“I said,
 
do you understand
?” Another—lighter—snap of the  riding tool came, this one

vibrating through her more like usual—a bit of pain, a burst of pleasant heat.

“Yes,” she whispered.

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“Good.” His voice came softer, too, and he  rubbed the length of the crop in the crack of her ass as if giving her a little reward. The stimulation felt so wonderful that  she found herself arching her bottom against  it, longing to feel the pressure deeper, wanting the crop to rub the chain more vigorously across the tiny fissure there.

The next thing she knew, Ralen was climbing  up on the table behind her, balancing on his knees, bending to deliver a shockingly  gentle kiss to the side of her ass that had not yet been swatted or bitten or  rubbed at all. A sharp moan  left  her—how could it feel so delicious, coursing through her like a river  of delight? Then his fingers played at the center of her rear, raking the chain aside  from the opening, a move which pulled it  tighter against her cunt. She battled the urge  to rock against it, to stimulate her pussy  against the links, and barely managed to resist.

But she couldn’t hold back the question  that  now nagged at  her, because—drat it  all—she missed,
 
desperately
 
missed, the press of the chain up the valley of her ass. “What are you going to do to me now?” she asked over her shoulder.

His dark gaze met hers. “I’m going to fuck your pretty ass with the crop.”

Abject shock sliced through her. He was going to do
 
what
 
with the crop? Put it inside her?
 
There
?

She knew horror shone in her eyes, but he  didn’t smile, didn’t frown, simply

lowered another little bite to her ass  and said, “Turn back around, vixen.”

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Chapter Five

For a moment, she felt  like she couldn’t breathe. This was impossible. She’d been stunned enough when he’d pushed the tip of  his finger in there—he couldn’t put an
object
 
in. Could he?

Oh Ares, as he pressed it against her anus, a pleasure and need heretofore unknown erupted inside her, spreading through her  body like a shockingly intense heat. She wanted more, there was no denying that,  yet she still couldn’t quite accept—fathom—the possibility. Despite her desire, she wasn’t sure she was ready for something so unanticipated.

When he began to push, she said, “Wait!” peering back over her shoulder.

“No waiting,” he said simply, “and if I wasn’t  so intent on getting the handle  of thiscrop in your  ass, I’d whip you with it.”

She sucked  in her breath. The handle. Yes,  she could see the fringed end of the crop pointing away from her. As she turned her head back to face forward, she recalled that the handle, covered with smooth black leather, was rounded, not braided. Somewhat, she thought speculatively, like a thin little cock.

“Ohhh!” she cried deeply as the  crop slipped inside her, then deeper, deeper. “Oh! Oh Ares!”  How could it be?  So different than  the pussy, not the same sort of  pleasure at all and yet…still pleasure.
 
Strange
 
and
 
astounding
 
pleasure because it seemed so impossible, the idea so utterly new. It was as if Ralen had discovered an entirely  unknown region of her body, as if it had been hidden from her all this time and suddenly, in the blink of an eye, he was delivering deep delights to her in this  unforeseen  way.

“Fuck it, vixen,” he said softly, and when  she dared move lightly, carefully, against  the crop in her ass, her husband groaned his approval.

She moaned, too, in a mixture of disbelief  and joy at this  new sensation she’d  never even imagined.

“Yes, fuck it,” he commanded again, and  she continued, still a bit wary, yet sinking  into a slow comfort at the idea of having something inside that part of her.

When she dared glance back over her shoulder, she found Ralen’s gaze glued hotly  to his task, and she wondered what it looked like to see her ass swallowing the crop.  Her pussy went wetter at the image in her  mind. Or maybe it was because she was  moving and every movement brought the  chain between her legs into scintillating  contact with her clit.

Too much pleasure, too much pleasure.
 
She began to feel lost in it,  almost overwhelmed. Her arms were tired, her knees, too—yet nothing mattered but the

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sensations at her ass and cunt. She moaned, sinking deeper, deeper into the raw heat of  it, the stimulation of the thin gold links, the shockingly good insertion of the riding tool,  the lovely pleasure gained with each little thrust of her ass.  She would come soon,
 
yes,  yes
…

Only then he withdrew the crop!

She whimpered at the loss and thought she’d never felt emptier in her life.

“
Wh-why
?”

That fast, he  managed to snap the fringed end of the leather against the softest part of her ass. The result was a ferocious echoing sensation through her poor  pussy andbottom that  nearly made her collapse with the  intensity of her longing. “Because there’smore, vixen,” he said  sharply. “Which you  will not get if you continue to  question me. Understand?”

Her mouth quivered. “Yes.”

“That’s better. Now,” he began, leaving her in order to return to the peg board,

“let’s try this.”

She looked  up to  see in his  hand a smallish clay cock—bigger than  the crop,  smaller than the cock she and Bella had played with  during Orientation. Smaller, but… it was to go inside her ass? She at once longed for it  but dreaded it—it was too big for that newly opened spot. And it was all she  could do not  to protest, but she struggled to keep her mouth clamped tightly shut. She watched over her shoulder as he dipped  his fingers into a jar of  something wet, then smoothed  them over the tool, making it glisten.