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If Baird’s arrogance was meant to tease me into a reckless attack, it worked -- but not the way he intended. I launched another lunge in a burst of blurring speed. He retreated, flicking my sword from its path with a bat of his rapier as he sought to parry my dagger with his own. His eyes widened. I knew he’d felt the delicate, teasing stroke of my blunted knife’s point along the steel-hard length of his erection. I smirked at him. “I think you missed that parry, Baird.” “So I gather,” he said, sounding a little breathless.

  In that moment, the contest changed. Suddenly we were no longer competing to hit one another, but to inflict teasing little touches. Our eyes met as we clashed, hot as the grins on our faces. My nipples were as hard as his erection, and I could feel the electric trickle of cream in my sex. Suddenly he straightened again, dropping both his weapons out and to either side so he stood with his arms spread, the thick bulge of his cock an irresistible target. His gold-shot eyes dared me as one corner of his sensuous mouth kicked up.

  I darted forward, wanting only to touch that brazen masculinity with my blades. In a move almost too fast to follow, he swept his weapons around and up, tangling my blades with his own. He rotated those strong wrists of his, and the skillful leverage he brought to bear sent my rapier and dagger spinning from my hands in opposite directions. At the same time, his pull brought me stumbling

  against his massive chest. He dropped his weapons and grabbed my forearms as he hooked the back of my ankle with a foot and pivoted to one side

  With a yelp, I hit the thick, padded mat on my belly – and was suddenly covered in his powerful body as he gently twisted both arms behind my back, then trapped them there. “At this point,” he said, his voice a seductive croon in my ear as his hard cock pressed against my bottom, “I think it’s safe to say I’ve got you where I want you.”

  Slowly, deliberately, Baird rolled his hips. I bit back a moan at the sensation of that rock-hard erection grinding against my sex.

  He transferred both my wrists into the grip of one hand and kept them pressed to the small of my back. Wary, excited, I turned my head and watched as he delved into his pocket with his free hand. When I saw what he pulled out, I swallowed. Hard.

  It was a length of cuffcable, padded so it wouldn’t cut the skin. He meant to bind me.

  He wrapped the strong, flexible cable around my wrists in a figure-eight pattern, then lifted himself. Bracing one booted foot beside my hips while kneeling across me, Baird flipped me over on my back. I stared up at his handsome face, stark and predatory with hunger, and felt my knees part of their own accord.

  His big hands went to my breastband and pulled it up with one rough jerk, baring my tits. His eyes blazed at the sight, but he wasn’t done. Next he slid off me and grabbed the tight fabric of my huggers, then stripped them down my legs with a single, ruthless yank. Tossing them across the room, he rocked back on his heels, taking in my bound, naked body with eyes so striated with gold they seemed molten.

  He raked the length of me with his gaze, thoroughly, possessively. A dark smile kicked one corner of his mouth. “By Our Lady, I’ve dreamed of this moment since the instant I looked across that bar and met your eyes. You’ve led me such a dance, I wasn’t sure I’d ever have you.” When he looked into my face again, his eyes were narrow and hard, and his mouth took on a cruel, determined slant. “You’re going to pay the price for tormenting me, Kyna.”

  Oh, Lady, I certainly hoped so.

  His big hands closed over my breasts, stroking, fondling, taking possession of them. Calloused thumbs stroked my hard nipples as he caressed the soft skin. The sensation made my breath catch in the back of my throat. I closed my eyes.

  Only to snap them wide again as something hot and wet closed over one nipple as he twisted the other with delicate brutality. Gently, he licked and nibbled, his tongue, his lips, his teeth sending heat rolling through me in thick, honeyed waves. At the same time, his long fingers tormented the other pink tip, twisting and pulling and stroking until I writhed.

  He came down over me completely, his body resting across my thighs, trapping and immobilizing me even more while he tormented my aching breasts. Feeling him pressing thick against the notch of my thighs, I whimpered in lust.

  “Baird,” I gasped, my pride melting in the heat he generated. “God, please, take me!”

  “Not yet,” he said, lifting his head from my breasts, his eyes dark and determined. “You haven’t evens started to pay.”

  Then he slid down my body and buried his face between my thighs. I sucked in a hard breath at the sensation of his mouth pressing against my most sensitive, desperate flesh. “Oh, Lady! Oh ...Take all the revenge you want, Baird,” I gasped.

  He lifted his head, his eyes glinting up at me from over my cunt. “Oh, I will.”

  Then he began to lick, slowly, thoroughly, tasting my desperately creaming sex, licking the labia he spread wide with two fingers, circling my clit, thrusting his tongue deep up my snatch. I rolled my head against the mat and whined in mindless pleasure, loving it, loving everything he was doing to me, feeling my orgasm building, building. The pleasure grew with every hot pass of his tongue, heat and pressure building until I rolled my hips desperately against his face, grinding, striving for the peak that was so close, so close....

  Then he stopped.

  “Baird!” I cried, desperate. “Don’t stop!”

  “Am I your master, Kyna?”

  The question made me gape. I lifted my head and looked at him, looming over my sex, his muscled biceps bunching as he watched my face with a predator’s hunger. “What?” I couldn’t believe he’d asked the question.

  He lowered his head and flicked my clit, punctuating each word with a skillful stroke of his tongue. “Am...” Lick. “...I...” Lick. “...your...” Lick. “... Master?”

  My climax was so close I could only twist mindlessly. “Yes! Oh, yes, whatever you want!” “Good.” He sat back on his heels, living my stiff, desperate clit to cool without his mouth. “Then your master wants the satisfaction you have denied him.”

  He reached down and caught me by the shoulders, pulling me onto my knees facing him. Dazed, I could only watch as he rose easily to his feet and opened the fly of his huggers. His cock thrust out, so broad and thick I was momentarily startled. I had never seen an organ of such menacing size. “Take it down your throat,” he ordered.

  Wide-eyed, I lifted my gaze to his. Those gold-shot eyes were narrowed, fierce. Demanding. “You’ve been torturing me for weeks, Kyan,” he growled. “Now you’re going to use that sweet mouth for something besides telling me no.”

  He reached out a big hand and wrapped it in my hair. Helplessly, I leaned forward, opened my mouth, and took that big, threatening cock inside.

  “Yeesssssssss,” he hissed. “That’s it. Like that. Deeper.” He rocked his hips, forcing the massive shaft more fully into my mouth. He tasted hot and salty, and the texture of his skin was slick as his cock slid past my lips. I felt hot cream flooding my cunt, shockingly aroused by his dominant pose. It should have offended and outraged me, but it didn’t. Instead I saw it as a mark of his extreme arousal. And his lust sent mine spiraling even higher.

  He wrapped both hands in my hair, holding me still as he rolled his hips, forcing more and more of his cock down my throat. I choked, and he backed off, but only slightly. I could sense his ruthless intent to come in my mouth. With my hands bound behind me and his hands controlling my head, he could use me as he pleased. And he did, fucking my mouth as I sucked him, rumbling blunt orders about how to use my tongue and lips. Orders I, helplessly aroused, could only obey.

  Until he drove in a thrust that made me gasp around his shaft. The big, plum head jerked, and something hot and salty flooded my mouth as he groaned out a low, animal sound of pleasure. “Very nice, my captive,” he rumbled at last, releasing me. I collapsed gasping, my cunt burning in helpless lust. “Now I can tend to you properly.”

  He stepped around behind me. In an instant, my every erotic in
stinct went on alert. With a helpless moan, I drew my legs up under my body and lifted my hips to him, offering him my desperately needy cunt. He tapped my thighs with one foot. “Wider, captive.”

  Licking my lips, I obeyed. My face pressed to the cool mat, my ass in the air, I waited. It was a gallingly subservient pose but I didn’t care. Suddenly I understood why my sister had been so willing to play this game with her warlord husband.

  He stepped away from me for a moment, and I shut my eyes, fighting the need to beg. Something cold touched my hot cunt, and my back arched in shock. “Baird!” I gasped.

  I heard him laugh. “I thought you liked the touch of my blade?” A long, cool object sought the opening of my cunt and pressed inside. I yelped and jerked my head around.

  Baird was fucking me with the hilt of his rapier. He grinned at me wickedly as he pushed the thick, leather wrapped grip deeper into my creamy cunt. Until finally the long quillions of the guard pressed my sex and ass, cool steel grinding against my clit.

  Helplessly I moaned. The lust I felt scalded me.

  Eyes dark gold with raw lechery, Baird slowly began to fuck me with the hilt. Each time he drove it in up to the guard, he twisted it so the cold metal raked my clit. The sensation made me writhe. But despite the wicked pleasure, what I really wanted was the feeling of that hot satin shaft of his, driven all the way to my core. “Baird, please,” I whimpered. “Take me!”

  “Baird?” He withdrew the hilt and drove it in hard. I yelped at the brutal pleasure. “Master! I meant, Master! Please, give me your cock!”

  “Do you really think you deserve it, after the way you’ve tormented and denied me?”

  “Aaah!” I sucked in a breath as he twisted the hilt skillfully. “No, but...but you do. Oh, please, Baird. I’m so wet....”

  “Yes,” he growled. “You are. I can scent you, hot and slick and wanting. But is your cunt all you want filled?”

  “No,” I groaned, knowing it was true. “I want you to fill the circle. Give me your mark, Baird. Please.”

  “Finally!” He jerked the hilt from my body and threw the sword across the room. No sooner did it bounce clattering off the bulkhead than he flipped me onto my back and covered my body with his. In an instant he was in me, driving to my heart with one hard thrust of his cock.

  I screamed at the sensation of that broad shaft filling my cunt. But he gave me no quarter, no time to catch my breath. He simply started ramming me in long strokes that hit me deep and hard, just where I needed it.

  I keened at his rough possession, staring up into those narrow, gold shot eyes. His teeth were pulled back from his teeth as he fucked me. Every stroke sent pleasure spiraling tighter, deeper. Until I could not take any more. I felt it rise in me like a molten wave, searing every last thought, every last feeling, out of me. Leaving only the mind-detonating sensation of his cock, shuttling inside my spread and helpless body.

  I threw back my head and screamed. He roared in pleasure and drove to the hilt, freezing there, pumping out his come.

  ***

  Finally the storm was over. He rolled off me to lay beside my sore, well-used body. I groaned softly as my strained muscles protested deliciously.

  Suddenly one of Baird’s long fingers slid into my cunt, making my back arch in shock. Before I could yelp a protest, he withdrew his hand. Something wet and white covered his fingertip – his come.

  With a wicked grin, he pressed the finger against my cheekbone, filling the circle just as he had the month before with his blood. “Now,” he said, grinning with smug male possessiveness, “you are mine.”

  I eyed him, then reached between my thighs and slipped my own finger deep. Then I pressed our mingled juices against his arrogant cheekbone, covering the half circle tattooed there. “As you’re mine.”

  He smiled, the dark light lifting from his eyes. “I love you, Kyna.”

  I grinned back. “And I love you too, Baird.” Lifting my head, I kissed him, sliding my tongue deep in my mouth. I heard a startled growl of lust....

  And then it began all over again.

  THE END