Free King of Clubs by Cheyenne McCray Page A

is cherry blossoms .
    The lash landed across her butt cheeks, barely a kiss and a light sting. Again the lash fell and again. Each lash was a little stronger than the last, but Awai found herself relaxing, then tensing in anticipation of each one. The pain and pleasure intermingled like chill wind on one’s cheeks on an icy cold day. Sharp at first, but then cool and the bitter pain welcome.
    Desire grew within her as Ty whipped her, her pussy creamy with her juices, her nipples hard and aching from the nipple rings. It was an amazing feeling—this stinging pleasure that brought her closer to orgasm with every stroke.
    When she was about to beg him to let her come, the lashes stopped. Awai sagged against her bonds, her body burning from the lashes and burning for Ty.
    He moved behind her again, pushed her hair from her neck, and kissed her nape, just above her collar. “You look so beautiful standing here,” he whispered. “Your body pink from my lashes, your juices glittering on your quim and on the inside of your thighs. Would you like me to fuck you now, slave?”
    “Please.” Awai wished she could turn into his arms, but her bonds held her tight. “Please, Your Majesty, fuck me.”
    He rubbed his palm over her ass and slipped his fingers into her creamy wetness. “Yes, you are ready for me.”
    Ty brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted Awai on his tongue. He wanted nothing more than to take her now, but he had to maintain his role, to show her how much she enjoyed being dominated by her King.
    “I am not yet finished with your punishments, my sweet.” He knelt and with his magic he removed the golden rope around her booted ankle and from the cross. Once he made sure Awai’s foot was firmly beneath her on the marbled floor, he repeated the process with her other ankle. Her legs trembled and he knew he would need to make sure she didn’t fall when he released her.
    As he rose he kissed the bared flesh above her boots and lightly ran his tongue over her naked pussy lips. Awai moaned and arched toward him, but he only smiled and continued to work his way up over her firm ass to the sensitive spot at the base of her spine. She whimpered and then shivered as he ran his tongue from the crack of her ass, slowly up her spine to her shoulder blades. He gripped her waist with both hands and licked his way up to her neck again to the collar around her elegant throat.
    “Are you ready to be freed from the cross?” he asked as he nestled his body tight to hers, his hard cock pressed to her lower back.
    “Yes, Majesty,” she murmured.
    With a flick of his wrist, Ty removed the bonds and sent the golden ropes back to the table of his favorite pleasure toys. He caught Awai to him at the same moment he released her, holding her tight until he felt she was able to stand on her own.
    He turned her to face him so that she was in his embrace. “Are you ready for your next punishment, my tigress?”

Chapter Seven
     
    Ty held back a smile from his future Queen. Awai’s cheeks were flushed, her blue eyes wide as she looked up at him. “Yes, Majesty.”
    “That’s a good girl.” He took her arm and escorted her to the leather altar in one corner of the chamber. “Have you ever been punished with hot wax?”
    Awai’s gaze shot up to meet Ty’s and a mixture of fear and excitement filled her again. “You mean wax play, Your Majesty?”
    One of Ty’s eyebrows rose a notch. “Perhaps.” He patted the leather platform in front of her. “Climb onto the altar and lie on your back.”
    Awai did feel like a sacrificial virgin—er, woman—as she climbed onto the white padded leather altar. It was soft, the finest of leathers, and she figured that no sacrifice had ever felt so good.
    Ty strapped her down, spread eagle, with those golden ropes he always made appear out of nowhere. As before he used slow, sensual movements, tracing her legs and thighs with the ropes and with his fingertips. He even teased her nipples with