The legs eased open, reluctantly. From the tight line of her lips, he could tell his using the bar on her had aroused her. He knew it sure as hell aroused him, watching her struggle between her defiance and the desires of the submissive beneath. The two elements could work together, though.
He smoothed a hand over her smarting ass. “It’s all right to admit it makes you wet, my lady. Giving up control, being overpowered, your arms bound and legs spread open by irresistible force. It’s difficult, being queen and not having anyone to trust. Not having anyone’s love for a shelter from the storm, all while so many others depend on you to rule and protect them.”
Her fingers curled into the covers. “Even conquerors need that,” she said.
“Of course they don’t. They’re invincible,” he said, and saw her lips curve in a smile. “But they can offer it. Provide it.”
Rising from the bed, he went back to the trunk, opening a separate compartment in front. Withdrawing the carved wooden box, the only item in there, he sat back down on the bed by her hip and opened the lid. He was satisfied to see what he’d requested was there.
She was watching him, but he didn’t let her see what was in it. Instead he curved his palm over her buttock, gave it a light squeeze, his fingers teasing in between the seam. “We’ll put the first jewels here.”
Since they didn’t do a whole lot of anal play, Matt had discussed with Ben, their dedicated ass-man sadist, what ideas might be pleasurable to her. Now he lifted out the result of that discussion, a silver plug with an end cap of diamond chips, encircled by a smooth silver ring that wouldn’t allow the rough-edged jewels to abrade her skin. There was an unmarked tube of lubricant resting inside the blue satin lining of the box, and he used it to cover the business end of the plug. The lube was one of Jon’s concoctions, one that created a heated, tingling sensation when it came in contact with flesh. That effect would be particularly significant on her sensitive rim.
Which would start taking his queen back to a full state of arousal, exactly where he wanted her. He still had her full attention, her lips moistening as she watched him lubricate the plug. Setting the box aside, he adjusted to one knee so that he could better probe between her buttocks with his slickened fingers, massage the rim, prepare her.
He saw the ripple of reaction over her skin, the tightening of her mouth. When she tensed, he knew where her mind was going. “If you resist, I’ll bind your arms to either side of you, and return the spreader bar to its proper place. I’ll also grab a handful of those glittering gold dress strands and make them into a flogger to stripe your ass. They’ll feel like little knife blades, and make a pretty framework for this sparkly plug.”
She sneered. “I’m not afraid of pain.”
“No, you’re not. But be still, my lady. There’s no one here but you and me. No one to see that you might find pleasure at my touch.”
“You said your soldiers could hear me.”
“Well, I said that, but I’ll tell them that shrieking was me. They’ve heard me get into my tub when the water has gotten cold. It will create reasonable doubt.”
Her lips twitched in that near smile again. She pressed her face deeper into the mattress. “Your slave girls would never allow your water to get that cold. You’d have them beaten.”
“I’m not an unreasonable Master. It’s not their fault, if I get distracted by my plans to conquer the world, and forget to bathe before the water becomes cold.”
He stroked his other hand down her spine, exploring the shallow valley above her buttocks. She had a small mole over the right one. He’d explore every inch of her with his mouth, his fingers, his eyes, relishing her sighs and shifts under his touch.
He slid his oiled fingers back to her rim, probed, using several of them to part her buttocks, so he could position the plug.
“This is a reminder of what my cock will feel like in here. I won’t leave any part of you unclaimed, my lady.”
She bit her lip as he slid it in, slow, easing past the muscles. She didn’t tighten up, showing her trust. It was thick, so she had to work with him, lifting a little and making a small noise as it was finally seated, stretching her. He liked the look of it intensely, the sparking jewel nestled between her buttocks.
Withdrawing a slender pair of chains from the box, he fixed them to a small eyelet at the base of the plug. He adjusted her over onto her back, moving her off the pillows. He brought the two chains between her legs and draped them over her thighs.
“Now, to keep your clit stiff and aroused for me…”
He coated the piece of thick bent wire that looked like a curtain pin with more of the lubricant. Her fingers were back to gripping the covers as he slid it over the base of her clit, the two sides of the pin keeping it compressed so the tissues started to swell before his appreciative gaze. Another little noise escaped her throat as the lubricant started to have its effect on her rim. It would only be a minute or two before she’d feel the same effect on her clit.
He hooked the two chains draped over her thighs to the eyelets on the pin. “You’ll keep squeezing down on that plug to ensure it stays put,” he told her. “Else I’ll be punishing you the way I described.”
He took her hands and lifted her off the bed, onto her feet. Her hair was still sexily disheveled from her last climax, her body pliant and flushed. She had the look of a well-fucked sub. He turned her in a full circle, letting her experience how the plug felt, the tight fit of the clitoral jewelry, the brush of the chains draped along her inner thighs.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured. “Come, my falcon.”
Taking a matching pair of diamond chip encrusted cuffs out of the box, he drew her over to the center pole and put them on her delicate wrists, before he tethered her to it again with the chains.
When a sea breeze coming through the open tent flaps made her shiver, he frowned. He wouldn’t tolerate her being cold. Moving to the brazier, he stoked it up further, then retrieved the box.
This time he removed a pair of rose quartz stones dangling from loops of silver wire. They looked like earrings, except for the tiny wires that were intended to tighten around her luscious nipples. He cupped a breast, thumbing the taut bud with pleasure. She bit her lip, making a little sound as she shifted.
“You’re getting hot and wet again, aren’t you, my lady? The plug in your ass and that tight hold on your clit are reminding you of your desire for me to touch and suck your flesh, take it again.”
She shook her head, then gasped as he gripped her throat in a hard hand, tilting her chin up to stare into his relentless gaze.
“You will tell me the truth, or pay dearly.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I hate you for that.”
“That’s another lie,” he said, a quiet threat, his thumb moving over her throat in a caress. “Isn’t it?”
When she didn’t answer, he dropped his hand to the clit pin and tightened his fingers over it, an uncomfortable pressure that made her whimper. “Answer me.”