Free At Her Command (Fantasy Heights) by Meg Silver

At Her Command
    Fantasy Heights, Book 3
    Amanda perched upon her throne, head held high and regal. Her breasts bulged above a stiff gold brocade corset. Ankle lace-up boots in matching fabric graced her feet, and her hair had been piled high and strung with glittering beads.
    Before her on the steps awaited Neil, her client. His hands were trapped in manacles behind his back. Neil had returned to Fantasy Heights to experience forced seduction and Amanda was determined to make it memorable. His powerful build was contained for now in a fine uniform, but that would not last. She wanted to see his body again. The thirty-something neurosurgeon had a beautifully defined physique to match his beautifully talented tongue.
    “Do you yet refuse to yield, captain?”
    Neil kept his eyes down. “It shames me to defy your wishes, Highness, but you know I cannot yield. The laws of my people forbid it.”
    She made a show of sighing deeply, pleased that the client was so immersed in his fantasy. He would be well rewarded.
    “Guards.” She motioned to the two young women clad in chainmail tunics and very little else. They stepped up beside their prisoner.
    “Remove his shirt and bind him to the rack.”
    To Neil, she said, “You will yield, captain. In the end, you will yield.”
    Their observer and a male servant wheeled the portable rack before the throne. They lowered the frame so it made a loud, solid thunk against the floor. The rack was a specially built construct with restraints in various places. It tilted and adjusted a captive to many interesting, useful angles and positions.
    Excited by the promise of what was to come, Amanda felt her heart thud anxiously in her chest as the guards freed Neil’s hands and stripped off his waistcoat and shirt. They left the pants for now. No one but the queen was allowed near his cock. She would pay it great attentions when the time came.
    Her pussy throbbed with impatience. She stood while the guards forced Neil to face the rack. They manacled his wrists to the frame. With a hard yank, they tilted the frame twenty degrees, lifting the captain off his feet. They would not secure his legs. Not yet. He would have plenty of fight left in him, and she would need to strip him the rest of the way before rendering him completely helpless.
    A rush of diabolical joy puckered her nipples into tight, sensitive knots. Before coming to this resort, she would have been too shy and inhibited to dare control a man in this way. She had since come to know herself better, and how much she enjoyed sexual dominance. Not as much as her clients enjoyed being dominated, absolved of societal guilt for anything she might demand of them, but she loved to watch her clients achieve new realms of pleasure while they trusted her to wield her pretend power over them.
    She rose and stalked slowly down the steps. Hearing her, the client tugged at the restraints as if he might yet escape before he was forced to yield to her sexual demands.
    She circled him first, her heels clicking on the parquet floor. He was quite tall. Much taller than she was, and much more physically powerful. She watched the play of muscle beneath Neil’s skin when she lightly traced the end of her crop between his shoulder blades. He flinched, the muscles contracting involuntarily. She drew a line with the crop’s leather flap down his spine, between the twin ridges of thick muscle leading to his buttocks. She could hardly wait to spend a great deal of time and attention between them. They’d had their fun last time they’d been together, but not nearly as much as they both desired.
    She skipped the playful smacks and brought the crop down hard on his left buttock. He answered with a hissing growl of pained pleasure.
    “Do you yield?”
    “No. I do not yield.”
    The right buttock took her sharp abuse this time, and his entire body stiffened against the sting.
    “Will you not yield?” she asked.
    “No. Never.”
    A slow, wicked smile pulled at