Free Slavemaster's Woman, The by Angelia Whiting Page A

exactly what Cushla wanted. It would dismiss her participation
in the sex. She would just lay there, half conscious and likely
remembering very little of it.
    Did she hate sex that much?
    Tarken considered the punishment options.
What would affect her the most? That which she feared most would.
The vulnerability of passionate desire would frighten her, Tarken
was sure. Another smug smile spread across his mouth. “Sex will be
your punishment.”

Chapter Seven
    “What!” Cushla yelled. Her impromptu
reaction was completely reflexive. She definitely didn’t like what
he was suggesting. “Sex as punishment? That’s absurd.”
    “It would be if you enjoyed it, but since
you do not…”
    Cushla’s eyes widened, and her mouth dropped
open, but no words emerged.
    “Nothing to say, mistress?” Tarken advanced
on her, grasping her at the waist and tugging her body against
his.
    She stiffened.
    “Does the thought of my lust make you feel
uncomfortable?”
    Cushla struggled to gather her thoughts and
composure. “It has nothing to do with being uncomfortable and
everything to do with the fact that your breath stinks.”
    Tarken grinned slowly. His mouth opened and
he huffed out a breath of air blowing it directly into her
face.
    There was a silent pause, and Cushla blinked
several times. Her mind rapidly assessed his behavior, but of its
own accord, and quite unexpectedly, her body relaxed in his arms
and then, much to her surprise, she laughed. She hadn’t meant to
laugh, but she couldn’t help it. The slavemaster was sort of,
well—amusing. Still in the middle of that thought, Cushla was only
half aware that his lips were on hers.
    Cosmic feathers!
    He was kissing her, and she wasn’t even
resisting. In fact it felt nice, very nice… too nice. Ach! Pull away! You can’t enjoy this, she tried to tell herself.
Her lips softened. Right about now would be a good time. Her
mouth parted slightly instead. Mmm…Did I just moan?
    His tongue slipped inside, and the only
thing registering in her brain was how good he felt and tasted. All
other coherent thoughts became mush. Their mouths were locked
together, their tongues sliding, her respirations becoming quick
and rhythmic and in near cadence to Tarken’s heavy breathing. Her
naked body plastered against his clothing was rather—Cushla moaned
again— stimulating .
    Something was happening inside of her, a
sensation she couldn’t quite name, nor was it anything she’d ever
experienced before this eve. Give over, her body tempted
her. Oh, evil dungeons!
    It didn’t take long for Cushla to recognize
it. She was fucking horny, and she wanted him to give it to her
deep and hard or slow and easy or… oh hell, beyond belief! She just wanted him to give it to her! With that thought now at the
forefront, Cushla began to shrink away from him.
    Tarken slackened his embrace before she
could fully resist. “You are an incredible woman Cushla.” His
breathing was deep and rapid with his arousal.
    Cushla was keenly aware of his heavy cock
pushing against her, the pressure so hard she thought it would
burst through his pants. She stared at him.
    His expression was subdued and his
eyes… ach! The look he gave her seemed so unbelievably
sincere…and his voice, the tone of his voice was soothing, the low,
gentle way he used her name, comforting and reassuring.
    “I’m a slave,” Cushla answered in return.
She was breathing just as hard as he was.
    “An extraordinarily desirable one,” Tarken
returned. “And one who is unable to resist me.”
    “If you say so, Tarken, because you know so
much.” How arrogant could one man get? She would resist him.
Yes, she definitely would!
    “Do you like to orgasm, Cushla?”
    “I don’t know. I’ve never had one.” Oh
starcrap! What possessed her to reveal that little bit of
information? How could a man she’d just met have such and affect on
her? The urge to spill her guts to him was both incomprehensible
and utterly confusing!
    It