Captivity

Blurb

Captive to the charisma of a powerful, sensual master--and slave to his own unquenchable desire. The winged man once known simply as the wild thing, was free to roam the jungles outside Bendar City. Until he was betrayed, captured, and sold to a powerful lord who covets the birdman's unique beauty for himself. The wild thing is soon named, tamed, and trained to serve his new master--in all ways. But jealousy, intrigue, and treason may destroy them both.

Excerpt

Suddenly, a slick finger pressed inside him, and he reared up. It hardly penetrated at all, but the searing sensation arrowed straight through him. "Do you like that?" the powerful lord asked. And then he did it again. Orion could only thrash back and forth, fighting the need to admit how much he enjoyed the penetration. He simply could not bring himself to accept defeat to the master's hand so easily. This man owned him, had made a slave of him -how could he respond so passionately -so lustfully?

Serratin removed the finger as before with the tip barely penetrating. This time Lord Serratin left it there without moving, allowing him to become accustomed to its presence. He petted his thigh. "There, there, my pet, relax," he said in a soothing tone as he inched the finger in a bit farther.

Orion began to tremble with the force of his suppressed emotions. He fought the desire to do exactly that, to bend to the will of this experienced lord who now commanded his body. But then Serratin began to move the digit and Orion skyrocketed toward his namesake constellation and he cried out at the immense pleasure that began to build inside him.

He felt the finger withdraw, circle his hole, then gasped as he was swiftly penetrated again, deeper than before. He closed his eyes and all his concentration seemed centered on the fiery nerve endings in his passage. The finger pressed inward again and again, taking on an erotic rhythm he could not fail to yield himself to. And then there was more.

His hole expanded as another finger was added and his tight passage bloomed and gloved the invasion. Then the master's other hand gripped his penis, stroking along the column, teasing at the wet slit until he was dizzy with sensations. It seemed Lord Serratin knew when Orion came close to orgasming, because he stopped and waited until the desire subsided. Then Serratin drove him up the ridge again, and again, and again. Another finger was added to the two, but by this time Orion had no thoughts of denial, and his channel accepted the third easily. They were slick and wet, moving easily in and out. It seemed the lord had the patience of eternity because he kept this stimulation up for what seemed like hours, never letting his birdman drift too far downward. Orion had never realized what true desire was until that moment.

And then Serratin did something that shot Orion over the moon and destroyed any possible utterance of denial.

He curved his fingers and found that spot inside him that drove his passion to fever pitch, and Orion panted, sweat breaking out on his body, and his vision blurred. Suddenly, all he wanted was to be fucked by this man. And he wanted it more intensely than he had desired anything in his life. It was then he uttered the words he had sworn he would never say.

"Fuck me," he shouted. "I can't stand anymore." Beads of sweat dripped from his body.

Then he felt his legs released from the shackles, but he had no thought of fighting to free himself. No, his only thought was to be filled as quickly as possible. To submit to whatever this man wanted to do to him.

"What are you going to do?" he gasped as the master folded his legs up over his chest.

The eerie flame-bright eyes of the master gazed back at him and he was unable to look away. And then he felt it. The wide tip of a well-oiled penis sliding over the opening of his anus. He shuddered with the sensation, the need to have him inside.

"I have much to teach you, Orion. About the act of penetration. Of seduction."