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Tribute [f/m, fantasy, bdsm]
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Tribute
by Salustra
The offering of tribute had been going on for several hours when
the chamberlain said, "The delegation from Atani." The doors of the
throne room opened and a small, beautiful sailboat filled with treasure
was pulled in on a cart. Behind it walked a tall, dark-haired man. His
chest was bare, and his hands were behind his back. Two soldiers
followed him.
The ambassador stepped forward. "Great Queen, I present, on
behalf of the Princess of Atani, this sailing skiff for your pleasure,
and these valuable ornaments to fill your coffers and contribute to the
beauty of your palace."
"And the man?"
She gestured, and the soldiers prompted the man forward. It was
clear now that he was bound - and unhappy with his situation. He halted
next to the ambassador and met my eyes defiantly. He had beautiful hazel
eyes, set in a proud, handsome face.
The ambassador looked alarmed at the prisoner's bearing and
hissed something at him. He shook his head, not taking his eyes from
me. The soldiers stepped forward and forced him to his knees. His mouth
twisted once, but he did not try to rise.
"This man," the ambassador said, her cheeks flushed with anger
and embarrassment, "is the one who designed and built the boat. The
princess sends him, with her best wishes, and has instructed me to tell
you that she has most reliable informants who tell her that ship building
is not the only skill in his hands." A chuckle swept the court, and this
time it was the man who flushed.
I smiled. "Indeed, your excellency? I shall bear that in mind.
Shipwright, rise. Come to me."
He stood, but did not step forward.
Keeping my voice level, I said, "You could not find a more
fruitless time or place for defiance, man. Come here to me."
I beckoned, and magic drew him forward against his will. He
climbed the dais steps and stood before me, his expression set and
tense. "Now, kneel here at my side." Moving like a sleepwalker, he did
as I bade him, compelled by my spell.
I rested my hand on his head, then stroked down his neck and over
his bare shoulders. "If you don't fight it, you won't feel it," I
murmured. He was trembling, and sweat covered his chest and back. I
continued to stroke him as I turned my attention back to the ambassador.
"Tell our cousin we are well pleased by her gifts."
The ambassador bowed and withdrew with her soldiers, and the next
delegation was announced.
Years of practice kept my expression impassive. The shipwright
was a handsome, well-built man, with pride and intelligence in his
beautiful eyes. He had looked at me with defiance, but he had been
unable to hid his attraction to my beauty.
I had been celibate for several months, ever since ending an
affair with one of my army captains. I seldom commanded a servant to my
bed, for I usually found them to be overawed and clumsy. This man
promised to be neither. Passion, which had been quiescent for weeks, had
come fully awake when he stood before me, refusing to kneel. Half my
mind listened to the ambassador. The other half was focused on the
shipwright who knelt, unwilling, beside me. I could still feel his
muscles tensed and straining.
During a break I touched his cheek, and when he looked up at me I
said softly, "Stop fighting it. If I released the spell, what do you
think you could accomplish, chained as you are? Rest. You will need
your strength for other things"
He, of course, said nothing, but after a few moments I felt his
muscles relax.
When the tribute was finally finished and the court dismissed,
Clia joined me on the dais. "Have this man bathed and waiting for me in
my chambers after the banquet."
"No."
We both stared at him.
"Your majesty, I am a shipwright. I will be happy to build ships
for you, or to sail them. But I am not a harem slave."
"You will be whatever I command you to be," I replied, not
letting him see how much his spirit pleased me. "Clia, see to it."
I turned away and released the spell. He lurched to his feet,
and out of the corner of my eye I saw two of Clia's amazons seize his
pinioned arms.
I was in a seething state of arousal throughout the banquet and
entertainment, leaving as soon as I could do so without seeming
ungracious to those who were there to celebrate the anniversary of my
ascension. Clia met me in my parlor.
"He was difficult, of course, but once he realized he was
outnumbered and outmuscled he quieted down." She smiled. "He'll give
you trouble, you know."
"Better that than groveling."
She helped me out of my robes of state and into a white silk
shift, then brushed my long, dark hair for me. When she was done she
kissed the top of my head. "Good night, your majesty. There are guards
outside your door and in the garden."
"Thank you, my friend."
She withdrew, and I went into my bedroom. It is a luxurious
place, with a thick carpet and a huge, canopied bed covered with silks
and furs. That night, a fire burned in the large fireplace, and the
corners of the room were illuminated by lamps on the walls.
The shipwright was on the floor at the foot of my bed, near the
fireplace. He was naked, and his hands were bound to the bedpost in
front of him. He was kneeling, and as I came closer I could see that his
ankles were also bound together and tethered to the post. I felt dizzy
for a moment, seeing that strength and pride and beauty leashed like
that. . . waiting for me.
He looked up, and the expression in his eyes brought color to my
cheeks. He was beyond anger. I knew that Clia would have given him
explicit warnings about what would happen to him if he failed to behave
properly. Then he registered my altered appearance and simply stared.
I went over and knelt beside him. "What is your name?"
"Morgan. Your majesty." The title came unwillingly, but he was
born and bred in my kingdom, and could not discard the honorific even in
his anger.
"You may address me simply as Lady."
"Lady. . . "
I touched his face. He flinched and closed his eyes. I trailed
my fingers down his cheek and neck, then over his chest. "Morgan. . . "
He opened his eyes. "I do not intend to abuse you, only to share
pleasure with you."
"I am not here by choice, Lady. I do not find being bound like
this 'pleasant'."
"The ropes will be removed in time." I leaned forward and began
to kiss him gently. He moved his head away. I guided his face back.
When our eyes met again - for he would not drop his gaze before me - I
said, "Morgan, I am going to have you tonight. You have been a fire
inside me since I first saw you this afternoon, and your resistance only
makes you more exciting." I smiled. "There are men who would kill to be
in your position now - bound or no. At least give me the chance to
seduce you."
"I will not be forced!"
"I can force you, Morgan. I can force you easily, as I proved
this afternoon. At the moment, however, I am not forcing you. I am
offering you the chance to respond to me freely."
"That's twisted logic, Lady."
"Let me kiss you, Morgan, and then, if you are curious - or brave, you
can try kissing me back." I leaned over and kissed him again, and
this time he did not pull away. A few moments later he began to return
the kiss.
He kissed very well.
I began to shiver, and put my hands on his chest. He shied, but
didn't try to evade my touch. I left his mouth and began to kiss his
face. My hands stroked his body. The silk of my shift brushed against
his arm. I could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric. He
groaned softly, and the hunger in me sharpened. Looking down, I could
see his body proclaiming his desire for me as his voice would not.
"Share with me, Morgan," I whispered, letting my lips caress his
ear as I spoke.
"Untie me!" He whispered.
"Not yet. . . soon."
I ran my hands down his strong back, over his muscled arms. I
kissed his neck and shoulders and ran my fingers into his dark hair.
Then I felt his lips on my shoulder, and I felt a rush of pleasure.
"Yes. . . " I murmured, leaning closer to him, so he could reach more of
my body. "Share with me. ."
I kissed his face, then stopped to look at him. He said, "You're
very beautiful, Lady. I did not expect you to be so young."
"And you are handsome. . . . Do you not desire me?"
He had to take a deep breath. "Yes, Lady. . . But I'd want to
reverse our positions before -"
I laughed, and began again to kiss his shoulders. "I have been
in your position, Morgan. It holds no fear for me. But if these ropes
truly prevent you from responding to me as we both would like. . . " I
made a gesture and the ropes on his ankles and wrists untied themselves.
He slowly straightened his limbs, blinking in surprise at my
magic, then moved into a more comfortable position. I sat on the carpet
and watched him with possessive pleasure. We regarded each other in
silence, then he carefully took one of my hands in his. "You're so tiny,
Lady."
"Yes."
His hand moved up to my wrist and closed around it, tightening
slightly to let me know he had me, and he watched me intently. I flexed
against his grasp, feeling his strength, then let my arm rest. "Do you
expect me to fight you, Morgan? I have no need." I reached up my free
hand to touch his face, then leaned up to kiss him.
He kissed me hard, pulling my body to his, then twisted both my
hands behind my back. I continued to kiss him as fiercely as he kissed
me, and I felt his confusion at my lack of alarm. His lips now strayed
over my face, and as he kissed me he husked, "And when you have had your
way with me, your majesty, then what?"
"I won't know until then. Let go of my hands. I want to touch you."
"No."
"Let go!" I underlined my words with magic, and his hands fell
away. I reached forward and began to caress his skin. He started to
scramble back, but a gesture was enough to freeze him.
"I do not need ropes," I said softly. "Nor do I desire to
humiliate you. I thought I read desire in your eyes this afternoon, even
though you defied my power. And even now your body betrays your
passion. Am I truly so hateful to you that you will reject what I freely
offer?"
I stood and let the shift slip off my shoulders, leaving me naked
in the firelight. I let him absorb the sight, then knelt again before
him.
"I did not engineer your captivity, Morgan. If you must blame
someone for your slavery, blame the Princess of Atani. Blame her for the
fact that if your designs are sound you will have whatever funds and
crews you need to build your ships. Blame her for the fact that you need
never again worry about having to make enough money to live comfortably
and eat well. Blame her for the fact that a queen is kneeling before you
naked, inviting you to share her bed."
He swallowed hard. I gave him a few moments to consider my
words, then extended my hand, slowly releasing the spell.
He took my hand. His grip was hard, but I could tell it was not
meant to hurt or impress me. Haltingly, his voice choked, he said, "Last
week I was a free man, with my own home, a business, friends. . ."
I hesitated, choosing my words carefully. "You were a gift from
one of my royal vassals, presented before my entire court. It would not
be prudent of me to send you away, much less return you to her domain,
whatever my personal feelings about your fate. Your life will not be
what it was, but you will have your own quarters in my castle - and
later, perhaps, by the piers if that is your wish, and your own
workshop. Friends I can not answer for, but I think you are a man who
will make them easily, here or anywhere. And if you are faithful to me,
and honest, you may call your Queen your friend. And more."
I wrapped my spell around him, drawing him to me gently, as if
with an extra pair of arms. This time he did not resist, but surrendered
finally to my will. His arms went around me, and my breasts pressed
against his chest. My hands moved down his sides, then in, finally
closing lightly around his shaft. He groaned. "Lady, tell me how to
please you. . . "
"I chose you for your spirit as well as your looks," I replied,
teasing him with my fingertips. "You were not afraid to do as you wished
in my court, without my permission. Now, you have my permission to do as
you will - so long as your intention is to please me. I am no maiden, to
be dismayed or shocked at the creativity of a man's passion, so you need
not fear my sensibilities." Our burning gazes locked, and my next words
were a Queen's command: "Show me what kind of man you are."
His hands moved to my shoulders and tightened there. "As you
command, my queen. . . " He bent to kiss me, and our lips met with a
searing intensity that robbed us both of breath. His hands closed -
carefully - on my breasts, and I felt fire explode inside me as I
recognized the sure touch of a strong and skillful lover. I had not
misjudged this man: my shipwright, my slave. He picked me up and carried
me to the bed, then proceeded to make fiery, devastating love to me until
the early hours of the morning.
He fell asleep by my side as the first rays of dawn touched the
windowsill, and I stroked his dark hair as he slept. Whatever sympathy I
felt for his change in fortunes was overmatched by my satisfaction at my
own good fortune in possessing him. I would have to handle him
carefully, for his pride and intelligence were considerable, and he would
not adjust easily to slavery. But he was worth the extra care and trouble.
My face went hot as I remembered the skill with which he had
applied his tongue to my burning sex - and my own whimpering response.
At some point during the night's sensual abandon he had managed to so
overwhelm me with pleasure that for the next several hours I had
forgotten I was a queen amusing herself with a new possession. Although
he had never again tried to abuse or compel me, Morgan's hands and tongue
had stripped from me all my dignity and queenly self-composure, leaving
only a trembling, panting woman, ravenous for the satisfaction that only
his hard manhood could supply. My comfort was that he had seemed equally
overwhelmed by passion, as much in my thrall as when the evening first began.
I would have to be very careful indeed where Morgan was
concerned, lest his ability to please me make me forget myself at the
wrong time - or tempt him to overreach his station. He belonged to me,
and would forget that at his peril. I am as capable of inflicting
punishment as pleasure - and although I preferred to rule Morgan with a
light touch, the thought of seeing his strong body helpless under the
lash had its own appeal.
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