To play Master, he needs a slave. And she’s his only option. But will his jealous lover tolerate it?
To play Master, he needs a slave. Too bad she's his only option. That's why his jealous lover can't stand it!
I can’t wait to start on the serious sex.
No amounts of bodies could ever replace you, Princess.
"I can't wait to start on the serious sex," is Lord Christopher Templeton's announcement at the beginning of the sex-filled marathon that is Cecilia Hurst's Game of Masters and Slaves. But when Prince Duncan Caldwell, the love of his life, admits,
"No amounts of bodies could ever replace you, Princess," he knows he's in serious trouble.
So he'll do whatever it takes to contrast the nosy witch's undue interference in a love that is his and the prince's alone.
Virtus Saga, where nothing is what it seems. Not since soul-mates Prince Duncan Caldwell and Lord Christopher Templeton share a love that is unrivaled, until that fateful knock on Ylianor Meyer’s dilapidated shack changes everything forever.
No matter how much you want me?
He grinned seductively. No, no matter how much you want me. He loved to contradict, especially feeling the ferocious throbbing in her cunt. But I’ll give you to the first that comes asking.
If I like him!
Not necessarily. His lips curled in a snarl. I just realized what the object of our game is and it’s to train your body to sex alone. He leaned forward, being very careful not to touch her. No pleasure, not unless I say so. From now on, your are to service whatever playr I choose because I’ll treat you like a slave has to be treated, a mere thing men and women will use for their pleasure alone, uncaring if you feel any. I want to see how far I can take you, how much you’ll yield to sex for the sake of sex and if your senses will react like I think they will. But mostly, I can’t wait to see them fuck you until you have to beg me to make them stop!
She threw back her head defiantly. This wasn’t our agreement. You—
“Excuse me, Prince.” Cloaked like a master, a tall dark man bowed. “I’m Koren and I want that slave.” He pointed at Ylianor. “I was also thinking of bringing my slave, too…” He looked at the prince hesitantly. “Unless you’d like to join me.”
“No, thanks, she’s all yours.”
But, my prince—
It’s Master to you.
And so he was.