Master of Desire, Lacey Alexander [early reader chapter books TXT] 📗

womanly curves in such a way that no one could miss them.

Teesia pushed to her feet. “Bella! Is it you? Have you been chosen to orient me?”

Bella’s smile widened. “I have, my sweet little Teesia.”

Teesia padded quickly across the smooth stone floor and gave her friend a long, heartfelt hug. Bella’s arms folded warmly about her as their bodies pressed together,and she’d never felt more content. It was fitting and perfect that her dear older friend be her Orienter, especially given how much Bella  had already taught her about the ways ofsex. “I’m so glad it’s you.”

Bella held her at arm’s length and gave  a conspiratorial grin.  “Fortunate, given our shortness of time, that I’ve already oriented you quite a bit on my own, yes?”

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Teesia nodded. “Indeed. Otherwise, I’d be left completely unprepared for Ralen.”

At the mention of his name, Bella’s smile took on a wicked slant. “He is a strong, virile man, my Teesia. Everything  you could hope for in a husband.”

Teesia let out a dreamy sigh as  she plopped backward on the bed, the juncture of her thighs swirling with fresh desire for  the man who would soon be her husband.  “Mmm, I know.” She’d told Bella about Ralen  stroking her pussy at Rawley  two years ago. That’s when she’d learned the word  orgasm  from Bella—which had explained theheights of pleasure his fingers had lifted her  to.

“But never fear, my girl—we will have you good and ready for Ralen’s cock, I promise you that. Good and ready for him in every way he could want.”

Teesia lay back on the bed, turning on her side and propping her head on one fist.  “What else can you tell me to make me ready, Bella? Is there more I don’t yet know?”

Bella joined her, lounging lengthwise next  to her, the green silk clinging to her ample breasts and curving hips like dramatic  ocean waves. “Do you have any questions  I haven’t answered? Anything  you’re not clear about?”

Teesia tried to think through it all. She knew from Bella how their bodies would come together, and she knew about the fleshy  little knob at the top of her pussy called the clit, which was the source  of orgasm. She knew about the cock, how it grew—and mmm, she  remembered with pure delight and longing the way  Ralen’s had grownagainst her  bottom in the hallway! She also  knew how it would spurt seed, into her or onto her, depending  upon her husband’s whims. She knew about sucking his cock, too, and that he, in turn, would lick her pussy,  and that  all of it would culminate in insurmountable pleasure for them both. “There’s only one thing,” she said, wondering if Bella would dare break one last rule.

“What’s that, sweet Teesia?”

“What significance do  the Maran tiles have? What will happen when I play the game on my wedding night?”

Bella’s eyes sparkled with a hint of wildness at the mention of the Maran game— but then she disappointed Teesia, as she always did when Teesia  asked this particular  question. “You know good and  well that you are not meant to  find out until the game is  played. If you knew, it would…” She let out  a lascivious little  laugh. “Well, it would  wreck your concentration, to say the least, and affect the outcome of the game.”

Teesia gave her head the persuasive tilt  that so often prodded  information from her  friend. “Not even a hint?  Please.”

Bella let her head drop back to the fur bedcover with a sigh. “All right—I’ll say only this. The Maran tiles will bring you more hot  and decadent pleasure than I have ever known.”

This surprised Teesia, so she leaned over to look into  Bella’s eyes. “You  have never known these pleasures? The ones  I  shall soon know?” Bella was a widow with many lovers, so it seemed impossible.

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The woman’s curls fanned out about her like a wild mane. “You forget, my girl, only the royal experience  this.”

Bella had been married to a well-to-do clothier before his untimely death—she was a very well-respected and financially comfortable woman, even now, having taken upthe business herself. But she wasn’t royalty  or even part of the truly wealthy. Bella was so elegant and beautiful that Teesia sometimes forgot certain boundaries separated them.

“So then, it’s something truly unique—something the average woman cannot do?”  Teesia pried.

Bella let out another  rich trill of  laughter. “Oh, the average woman  could, my sweet—and someday I may just  indulge in  such wantonness myself—but not many  have  this  treat, no. And, I daresay…” She stared up  at the ceiling, looking thoughtful. “I  suspect it will be better for you than it would for me, for there comes a certain added pleasure in having such delights thrust  upon you unexpectedly, without thought or decision.” Finally, she rolled to her side, graceful as a cat, and peered into Teesia’s eyes. “Trust me when I tell you, Teesia, to enjoy every minute of this pleasure when  it comes. Savor it.”

Bella let out another long, languid sigh, as  if  imagining the joys to be had after the Maran game, and Teesia couldn’t hold back  a shiver. Her pussy wept with curiosity and anticipation.

“Now, though,” Bella said, sitting up, “we  must make you clean and tidy for your husband.”

Teesia sat up, as well, going a bit rigid.  “Clean? I am quite clean already, thank you.”

But Bella only laughed, then walked to  the large wooden door, opening it wide.  “Bring it in,” she said to someone outside,  and Teesia watched as four strapping young men who worked about the fortress carried  in  one of the rare and valuable bathing tubs from the Before Times. She noticed it was  the grandest of those in the fort—a crisp white with shiny, curling brass legs.

“There is more to this tidying than you  know,” Bella said with a conspiratorial wink in her direction as the boys began filling the  tub with ewers of hot water. Bella sprinkled in red rose petals to scent it  as the  surface slowly began to rise.

“What do