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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Romance
Description: Shara Zhad is the daughter of a warrior chieftain. Kidnapped by a rival warlord and held for ransom she's sure her father won't pay, Shara captivates Rashtan with erotic tales. How long can she entertain her kidnapper and prolong her life? In the seventh story, Rashtan returns from a raiding party and finds Shara in a foul mood. She tells a cautionary tale about a king who cares too much for wealth and power and how his desires backfire. Will Rashtan give Shara what she craves at last? Each tale in this series stands alone as an erotic nugget, but the framing tale of Shara and her warlord progresses.
eBook Publisher: Excessica Publishing,
eBookwise Release Date: December 2011

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [40 KB]
Words: 6490
Reading time: 18-25 min.

"Is that what you think of me?" Rashtan asked. "That I'm power mad and destined to solitude?"

She shrugged. "I have no idea, sir. I'm just a captive. It's not my place to think anything."

"But you do, Shara. You think all the time." He leaned forward and pushed a curl back from her cheek. "Your busy mind is always embroidering fantasies, probably escape plans and revenge plans too. I've never met a woman who thinks as much as you."

"I'm sure you have. You just never bothered to find out what they thought. Men tend to believe only their thoughts matter and that women are empty-headed vessels."

Rashtan laughed and slipped his hand around the back of her neck. Its warm weight cradled her skull.

"I thought of you while I was on my journey. Every day." He slowly drew her head toward him.

"All while you were murdering my countrymen?"

"We weren't in Antion but in Calderone."

"Oh." Shara's view shifted abruptly once she knew the raid hadn't been on Antion. The Calderonians deserved whatever happened to them. The mountain people were a vile, animalistic breed who, it was rumored, ate their young if the winters were harsh enough.

"I brought you something from my trip. A carving I thought you might enjoy." Rashtan released her from both his hand and his mesmerizing gaze so abruptly that Shara blinked. He reached into his coat, pulled out a carved totem and gave it to her.

The bumpy protrusions pressed into her palm as she studied the phallic-shaped object. "Is this supposed to represent a man's, uh, manhood?"

"A fertility symbol presented at Calderonian weddings. Guarantees a man's virility but with the added bonus that his woman can use it to keep herself occupied when he's off on a hunt."

"Oh my." She set it aside on the bed. "Thank--"

Rashtan cut off her words with a kiss. His mouth covered hers and plucked at her lips. His kiss was unexpectedly soft. His tongue slid over her lips, teased between them, then entered her mouth. This wasn't Shara's first kiss, but she could hardly remember the youthful probing of the boy she'd once experimented with. Rashtan's kiss was masterful, easing her open and enticing her tongue to coil around his. She'd imagined a lot of ways he might possess her from demanding she suck his cock to throwing her down and thrusting into her, but she'd never known he could take her with a kiss--melt her and mold her and make her crave more of him with the simple touch of his mouth to hers.

His hand cupped the back of her neck again, holding her steady as he kissed her more deeply. Rashtan moved from the chair, falling to his knees on the floor and pushing her legs apart so he could kneel between them. Shara's shift hiked higher as her legs pressed on either side of his body. Her arms encircled his heat as she slipped them around his back. His muscular body was so large he made her feel small and delicate. The desire to fall back on the bed, legs spread wide, filled her.

Come into me. Fill me. Use me. Own me. Concepts beyond words darted through her mind. She couldn't deny submission was her nature. She wanted to be possessed by this man, her father's enemy, her captor. She wanted Rashtan to tie her up and torture her and deny her fulfillment until she was trembling with need then take her with the power of an earthquake. She moaned softly as he plumbed the depths of her mouth.

Rashtan pulled back and gazed into her eyes. "Your need is great yet you hate yourself for desiring me."

"Yes. You are my enemy."

"And that makes your desire all the greater. You are like the women in your stories, Shara. You crave domination." He traced a thumb over her lips, parting them. "You wish to be used and abused and abased. To be taught your proper place, reprimanded, punished severely."

"No," she said then whispered, "yes."

"Then I will give you what I've withheld so long. I'll offer you a taste of what you crave." He rose to tower over her and his groin was right before her eyes. She could see the shape of his cock through his pants. He unfastened them and pulled it out. His cock. In her face. She'd seen it at a distance as other women serviced him but here it was, thick and long, ridged with veins and throbbing with lifeblood.

She reached for it, but his voice stopped her. "No. Open your mouth and I will feed it to you. In fact, lace your hands together behind your back and kneel at my feet."