Slavemaster's Woman, The (39 page)

He stopped at the door, fumbled only
slightly with the latch before pushing the door open.

Epilogue

Her body trembled and Cushla couldn't
prevent the rise and fall of her chest from her excited breathing.
She seemed to put all of her efforts into concentrating on the
ceiling, ignoring the bonds and how the slavemaster's pelvis
seductively moved against her. She played at appearing
complacent.

Tarken pulled out of her and sat back on his
haunches, his knees straddling her hips. “I think you’ve had
enough.”

A protest emerged from her throat at his
untimely actions.

He tried to hide his smirk as he knew she
was close to climaxing. “You take your punishments well, mistress.”
Reaching up, he released the restraints.
Stars bedamned…he
enjoyed tying her up!
He was even more overjoyed at how much
she’d grown to trust him.

“Ah, but my slavemaster, inside my brain I
imagine taking a blade to your heart for depriving me of my
favorite thing!” Cushla growled at him.

The
thing
being his very hard
cock.

Retrieving the mug from his bed-side stand,
Tarken put the rim to her lips and tipped the mug toward her
mouth.

Cushla took a sip of the water and then
pulled her head away. She licked the few drops of liquid that
remained on her lips.

The simple act aroused Tarken and he
shivered his mind slipping into thoughts of how her tongue felt
swirling around his cock. “Then you admit my punishments are
effective?” He traced a fingertip along the crease of her lips.

“I admit your punishments are unusual.”

“And effective,” he replied smugly.

“Only effective if you can trust I won’t
pluck off your head while you sleep.” Cushla returned, her comment
equally as smug.

“I think not.” Tarken nipped her bottom
lip.

“How can you be so sure?” Snapping her teeth
at him, Cushla flashed a wily smile.

“Because my tongue is a part of my mouth,
which is a part of my head and I know how much you love my tongue.”
To make his point, he bent and licked her pussy drawing a delighted
squeal from her. He then sat back on his haunches and pulled her on
top of him, sitting her upright and straddling his hips. “And
because you love me.”

Though in truth, it worked both ways as
Tarken truly loved her… he loved her with all his being.

“I feel no such thing.” She returned a
snarky smile which conveyed more teasing, than it did the sarcasm
she was attempting. “I merely enjoy the way you fuck.” To confirm
her own point, she rubbed her pussy along the shaft of his cock,
now trapped beneath her. A shiver rushed along her body when his
member twitched and hardened along the crease of her crotch.

“Then fuck me forever, woman!” Tarken
growled.

Her brow went up. “Is that your
command?”

“Only if your wish is my command.”

Cushla turned her head to one side. “Perhaps
it is or perhaps it isn’t.” Her chin rose in a haughty manner,
though her voice was lighthearted.

Tarken laughed. “True to your nature my
lovely woman, elusive, defiant and completely in denial of how I
arouse you.”

“Really?” Cushla looked at him directly.
“And how can you be so sure of that?”

“Because your pussy is leaking onto my
shaft.” Tarken slipped his hands beneath her thighs and lifted her.
His cock popped up and he thrust inside of her.

Cushla moaned at the exquisite sensation,
ignoring the arrogant grin he flashed at how easily her wet channel
accepted his quick penetration. She ground against him a few times
taking him fully, listening to the sound of her juices churning as
the head of his cock stirred her insides coaxing her arousal even
higher. Heat spread along her body, igniting a fire that licked at
her clit and caused her labia to swell with aching desire.

Well he had her there. There was no denying
she was indeed leaking all over his shaft.

Cushla took a deep breath and exhaled
slowly. Her eyes closed of their own accord and she focused on the
feeling, savored it. There was no hurry. They had the rest of their
lifetimes to play and explore each others’ bodies, and she intended
to tarry in every moment. For the last five dawnings, they had
remained hidden away in his quarters, making love, becoming
reacquainted, though they’d done more loving-making than they had
talking.

She opened her eyes and smiled down at
Tarken. “By the path...” Leaning forward she stretched out on top
of him, her breasts flattening against his chest. She gave him a
quick kiss on the lips and then gazed into his eyes. “…what are you
are punishing me for?”

In response, Tarken cupped the back of her
head and reclaimed her lips kissing her passionately, deeply. He
broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, “For stealing my heart and
making me your slave.” He nuzzled his cheek against hers and
wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to him.

Tarken loved her—he actually loved her!

The amazing statement had been echoing
around in her mind for dawnings now as if she couldn’t believe
it…as if it were the most exhilarating thought she’d ever had.

Rolling his body, he put her beneath him and
then propped up to his elbows. “Tell me something, Cushla.” With
the tips of his fingers he traced the ridge of scars along her
forehead, as if he cherished the remnants left behind by the
slaveband she once wore.

They were reminders of why and how they met,
and as he’d said before how they’d seemed to make her even more
beautiful to his eyes.

“Why is it you never shifted? All those
solars of being tormented, all those dawnings we spent together as
I insinuated my will upon you…”

“The slaveband—it was inhibiting me.” Cushla
frowned. “Abuse, fear for my very own life, even the anger I felt
throughout the solars was never intense enough to break through
it.” She referred to the slaveband’s prongs which were designed to
pierce the impulse centers in her brain. “It was only once I was
forced to confront Mecor and—truly relive the things he said, while
facing the memories of my mother’s death fully. When I finally I
glared at his vile, evil face the rage became blinding.”

“Your rage was quite apparent.” Tarken gave
her a facetious grin. “May the spirits clout me squarely in the
head, if I ever come remotely close to enraging you as much.”

Cushla’s mouth twisted to one side. She knew
full well he was aware of his hold on her power, that he could
command her at will, so it was technically impossible to kill
him—or even hurt him for that matter. Unless he ordered her to,
which she was relatively sure he would not.

“Why did you leave that dawning, Cushla—If
you already knew all along who you were?”

“Because I could.” Reaching, Cushla stroked
Tarken’s face. She sighed and then closed her eyes. “You hadn’t
commanded that I stay, and I was distraught. I needed to escape, to
think, to grieve over losing my friend Ayia, with facing the death
of yet another I loved by Mecor’s hand—my grandfather.”

“Ayia and your grandfather both live,
Cushla. Did you not see your grandfather in the fields when you
flew over?”

“I saw him as I have seen him many times
since I fled the castle, but I didn’t know that at the time. My
father and my grandfather have been to see me in my chosen place of
solitude. They’ve kept me informed of all that has been
happening.”

To this answer, Tarken lifted a brow in
surprise. “He knew where you were?”

“My father as well.”

“And where might this place of solitude
be?”

“Do you command me to reveal this?”

His expression clearly indicated that he was
considering the answer. “No,” he finally said. “You deserve all the
freedom you can savor—and now you can relish in that freedom
forever.”

Knowing he held her power and she would have
to obey him Cushla was deeply overjoyed with his answer. She
trusted he would keep to his word. “I am still mortal, Tarken.” She
unconsciously reached for her forehead but stopped abruptly. The
slave band was—finally gone. “I will live no longer than what is
expected to be average.”

“Ah, Cushla.” Taking her hand into his,
Tarken kissed it and then pressed her palm against his chest. “Then
if you wish, I would be the most elated man in the universe if you
should choose to stay with me for all of this life time.”

“What I choose...” Cushla lifted her hand
from his and pressed a finger to his lips. “…Is for no more
talking. Just make love to me.”

With that, Tarken smiled. Grasping her
wrists he pressed her arms to the bed and bent to kiss her. He
began to leisurely stroke inside her.

She picked up the rhythm, joining him.

An aroma permeated the room--their combined
scents. It was sweet, arousing yet soothing and all consuming,
creating an inner sense of peace and completion between them, as if
it had been destined in the stars.

Passion turned to hunger, pure and raw as
Tarken pulled out of her while ignoring her complaining growl,
chuckling at the way she grabbed at him and how she wrapped her
legs around his hips, attempting to clutch him to her. His
expression turned wily, his eyes sparking with a fiery desire as he
licked his lips.

Cushla sucked in a breath when he grasped
her legs behind the knees and spread them open.

He hungrily stared at her pussy for a moment
and then dipped his head between her thighs. His tongue came out
and he gave her a little lap.

Cushla released a low squeak and squirmed
against him. “No wait,” she gasped out, overwhelmed by the sudden
rush of potent sensations. She attempted to pull away, but it was
too late.

Tarken was too far gone in her scent, too
hungry for the taste of her and he ignored her. Grasping her hips,
he pinned her down and licked her pussy with one, long, slow
stroke.

“Oh stars!” Cushla cried at the feel of his
tongue and his heated breath, nearly jumping out of her skin.

He knew this always made her wild with
desire, and Tarken chuckled against her.

The tone of it sent that familiar vibration
along her vulnerable skin, rattling her nerves and had her
stiffening to a state of high alert. Though, this time she wasn’t
fighting, she was wanting, and Cushla tipped her pelvis upward,
begging for more.

He obeyed her demand, lapped at her, drawing
her clit between his lips suckling it until it was swollen and
throbbing, slowly playing with her.

Cushla whimpered, struggled and pushed at
him impatiently, her hands lacing through his hair, grasping his
head as she furiously pumped on his mouth.

Tarken responded with equal fervor, sucking
at the sensitive nub, swirling his tongue inside her opening and
licking at her eagerly.

She moaned and writhed upon the bed,
releasing her grasp on his head while curling her fingers in the
sheets. Her body was tensing with her gasping, trying to rid
herself of the unbearable urge to climax and yet wanting it never
to end. “Please! I can’t take it anymore!” she cried.

“Do you want me to stop, mistress?” Tarken
rasped out.

“Don’t you dare!” she yelled and rubbed her
pussy against his mouth. “Or I’ll leave you this instant!”

“Now there was a threat I won’t take
lightly.” He inserted two fingers inside her as he intensified his
efforts. She was close and he seemed intent on pushing her over.
With determination he worked at her, sexing her flesh with his
mouth.

Almost delirious, she rocked her pelvis
moaning as her orgasm began to build. “Yes, yes!” Cushla gasped and
moved faster, then slower, rotating her pelvis, pushing it upward
and then moved faster again. She reached down seeking to take his
cock in her hand but the length of her arm fell short.

Reading her desire to touch him, Tarken
shifted, bringing his body over hers, straddling his knees and
placing his pelvis directly over her head. His erection, the tip of
his shaft dangled over her mouth.

Wrapping her hand around it, Cushla
stroked.

He groaned and then sucked in a breath when
she wrapped her lips around the head, her tongue swirling around
it. He continued to suck and licked her clit while pumping her
opening with his finger. His cock stiffened further in her
mouth.

Cushla licked the moisture seeping from the
tip. It tasted good. She felt her own moisture flooding his
fingers, and her hips rose from the bed. She released a screeching
cry.

With his lapping tongue, he pushed her to
the brink, stopped and then panted heavily

against her pussy. He then sucked on her
juices. “You taste so sweet, my heart.”

The spirit within her released.

Cushla floated on a quick sprouting of
ethereal wings, taking Tarken with her. She cried out with a
melodic song of ecstasy.

The mystical sound reverberated through
Tarken’s body and shot straight to his groin. His head spun with
delirious carnal excitement as she sank back onto the bed. He
pivoted and was on top of her in a flash, his breath coming out in
a low rumbling groan when his cock rapidly penetrated her.

Cushla grabbed his ass, her legs wrapping
his hips, and her pussy, still throbbing wildly from her climax,
clamped down on his hardness. Tipping her head upward, she kissed
him wildly, forcing her tongue between his lips, and he released an
erratic breath that wisped across her face before responding in
like.

Fitting their mouths together his tongue
entwined with hers and he began slowly pumping into her while his
mouth took hers in a passionate onslaught.

“More Tarken,” Cushla whimpered. “Give me
more.”

He pressed against her, buried deep and then
withdrew slowly until the head of his cock rubbed the crease of her
pussy, teasing her clit and then he rubbed the length of his shaft
along her crease while his balls hotly smacked her a bit lower.
“Yes, my woman.” Tarken lifted his hips, his voice hoarse with his
arousal. The tip of his shaft was poised at her entrance ready to
drive. “Let me give you more.”