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Take a seat, barked Master Terrance. When she began to sit in the remaining
chair, he said, On the table.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. What was this man up to?
Ciarra had never been ashamed of nudity, but she felt self-conscious as she climbed
onto the table, careful not to bump any of the food dishes. Her dilemma reminded her
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to go along with this man until she could find a way off this planet. She still hadn t
decided where she would go or how she would get there.
Master Terrance took the chair in front of her. He frowned. Spread your legs.
Ciarra hesitated only a moment before she complied. Her thighs parted slowly,
their lengths aligning with the food placed at the corners of the table. More food was to
her back, as well as the two other Thorenson brothers. Heat spread across her face as
Master Terrance ogled her moist folds.
Damn the man. His chair legs scraped against the stone floor as he moved closer
into the groove in the wood allowing him to move freely between her thighs.
Master Tor cleared his throat. Shall we eat?
The table began to shake. Terrance lurched backwards almost tipping his chair as
the table rotated. Ciarra braced her palms on the table as she moved away from
Terrance so that she was situated in front of Tor.
Ohmygod. She was sitting on a revolving platter, like a Lazy Susan, and she was the
main course.
Nice, Tor murmured stroking her chest and exposed sex with his gaze. I believe
I ll have the baked chicken. He bent forward, his tongue skimming across her slit
sending a shiver through her body. Then he looked up at her expectantly.
Startled at the man s actions, her hips rose and her eyes widened further.
Beside you, slave Kitty, the platter next to your right knee. Feed me, Tor
commanded as he leaned back in his chair and relaxed. He placed one foot beside her
thigh on the table s edge, watching her every movement and giving her a clear view of
what lay beneath his toga. Damn. Were all the men on this planet hung like a horse?
She reached for the dish of chicken sliced in three-inch strips with lemon sauce
drizzled upon the golden fowl as his foot came off the table. The plate was warm to the
touch, the smell made her stomach rumble. She hadn t eaten anything since last night.
At first she couldn t, nor wanted to. Now hunger gnawed at the lining of her stomach.
Using a fork she stabbed a piece of chicken and placed it before the man s mouth, which
he refused to open.
Place an end in your mouth. You will feed Master Tor in this manner, instructed
Master Shawn. She turned at the sound of his voice and glanced over her shoulder. No
emotion graced his features.
Ciarra straightened. She could do this, she had to.
Tor scooted his chair closer as the tabletop descended and brought them to eye
level. She held the fork before her mouth and placed the chicken between her lips and
waited. The succulent chicken oozed juices down her throat and made her stomach
growl again. Before she could think of devouring the food, Tor s lips met hers. Their
gazes met, held. She could feel his smile against her mouth and wanted to lash out at
him. Instead she raised a brow, causing a chuckle to bubble from the man s throat. He
bit, chewed.
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Eat, Master Tor ordered. She chewed and swallowed. In a surprise move the man
leaned forward and licked a path around her lips. Delicious& More.
Again she fed him a slice of chicken. Each time he would follow it by licking her
lips with his tongue and kissing her.
I m thirsty, barked Master Terrance. And with that, the table rotated so fast that
Tor almost fell out of his chair trying to move away as the surface spun. Ciarra felt
dizzy, forcing her eyelids closed. Damn this game between brothers. When she opened
them she faced the menacing man with hazel eyes.
Without being told, Ciarra looked behind her to find a crystal glass with a red
substance. She retrieved the drink and extended her hand toward the man. He laughed,
the sound ominous.
Take the drink into your mouth and feed it to him, slowly. This time Ciarra could
have sworn she heard a growl in Master Shawn s voice.
As she raised the glass to her lips, the legs of the devil s chair scratched across the
floor as he drew closer. She leaned forward, cheeks inflated with the sweet wine, and
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Take a seat, barked Master Terrance. When she began to sit in the remaining
chair, he said, On the table.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. What was this man up to?
Ciarra had never been ashamed of nudity, but she felt self-conscious as she climbed
onto the table, careful not to bump any of the food dishes. Her dilemma reminded her
45
Mackenzie McKade
to go along with this man until she could find a way off this planet. She still hadn t
decided where she would go or how she would get there.
Master Terrance took the chair in front of her. He frowned. Spread your legs.
Ciarra hesitated only a moment before she complied. Her thighs parted slowly,
their lengths aligning with the food placed at the corners of the table. More food was to
her back, as well as the two other Thorenson brothers. Heat spread across her face as
Master Terrance ogled her moist folds.
Damn the man. His chair legs scraped against the stone floor as he moved closer
into the groove in the wood allowing him to move freely between her thighs.
Master Tor cleared his throat. Shall we eat?
The table began to shake. Terrance lurched backwards almost tipping his chair as
the table rotated. Ciarra braced her palms on the table as she moved away from
Terrance so that she was situated in front of Tor.
Ohmygod. She was sitting on a revolving platter, like a Lazy Susan, and she was the
main course.
Nice, Tor murmured stroking her chest and exposed sex with his gaze. I believe
I ll have the baked chicken. He bent forward, his tongue skimming across her slit
sending a shiver through her body. Then he looked up at her expectantly.
Startled at the man s actions, her hips rose and her eyes widened further.
Beside you, slave Kitty, the platter next to your right knee. Feed me, Tor
commanded as he leaned back in his chair and relaxed. He placed one foot beside her
thigh on the table s edge, watching her every movement and giving her a clear view of
what lay beneath his toga. Damn. Were all the men on this planet hung like a horse?
She reached for the dish of chicken sliced in three-inch strips with lemon sauce
drizzled upon the golden fowl as his foot came off the table. The plate was warm to the
touch, the smell made her stomach rumble. She hadn t eaten anything since last night.
At first she couldn t, nor wanted to. Now hunger gnawed at the lining of her stomach.
Using a fork she stabbed a piece of chicken and placed it before the man s mouth, which
he refused to open.
Place an end in your mouth. You will feed Master Tor in this manner, instructed
Master Shawn. She turned at the sound of his voice and glanced over her shoulder. No
emotion graced his features.
Ciarra straightened. She could do this, she had to.
Tor scooted his chair closer as the tabletop descended and brought them to eye
level. She held the fork before her mouth and placed the chicken between her lips and
waited. The succulent chicken oozed juices down her throat and made her stomach
growl again. Before she could think of devouring the food, Tor s lips met hers. Their
gazes met, held. She could feel his smile against her mouth and wanted to lash out at
him. Instead she raised a brow, causing a chuckle to bubble from the man s throat. He
bit, chewed.
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The Charade
Eat, Master Tor ordered. She chewed and swallowed. In a surprise move the man
leaned forward and licked a path around her lips. Delicious& More.
Again she fed him a slice of chicken. Each time he would follow it by licking her
lips with his tongue and kissing her.
I m thirsty, barked Master Terrance. And with that, the table rotated so fast that
Tor almost fell out of his chair trying to move away as the surface spun. Ciarra felt
dizzy, forcing her eyelids closed. Damn this game between brothers. When she opened
them she faced the menacing man with hazel eyes.
Without being told, Ciarra looked behind her to find a crystal glass with a red
substance. She retrieved the drink and extended her hand toward the man. He laughed,
the sound ominous.
Take the drink into your mouth and feed it to him, slowly. This time Ciarra could
have sworn she heard a growl in Master Shawn s voice.
As she raised the glass to her lips, the legs of the devil s chair scratched across the
floor as he drew closer. She leaned forward, cheeks inflated with the sweet wine, and
for a moment she thought of spewing the substance in the man s smug face. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]