A Slave to Her Passions
A Tale of Shar (1)
Written by Jessica Coulter Smith
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FIRST EDITION
©2009, Jessica Coulter Smith
ISBN 978-1-4523-8798-7
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Erotic stories at Wild Horse Press may contain ménage, bondage, sex toys, graphic language, spanking, and other things that some may find objectionable.
Prologue
Alyson had left work late again. She hated getting home after dark, but it couldn’t be helped. Living in East LA hadn’t exactly been her dream, but at least she’d made it to California and was able to afford her apartment on her own. It wasn’t the home in Beverly Hills she’d once dreamed of, but she still had hope that one day things would work out for her.
She’d moved to Los Angeles in the hopes of being the next big star. Then again, so had most of the population. That was the problem. She was one in a sea of millions, all searching for stardom.
Alyson reached her apartment and pulled out her keys. Before she could get the key in the lock, someone grabbed her from behind. A cloth was wedged in her mouth and a cloth sack was placed over her head. She tried to struggle, but her attackers were too strong. Before she could blink, her hands were tied behind her back and she was slung over someone’s shoulder.
As she was shoved into a car, something struck her on the back of the head. Her last thought was that no one would miss her until she didn’t show up for work the next day.
One
Alyson leaned her head back against the bars of her cage. It had been two weeks since she’d been nabbed outside of her apartment and brought to what she now thought of as hell. She’d learned the name of the place was actually Shar, a world in a parallel universe. She looked down upon the hall and watched as the demons beneath her squabbled amongst themselves. These were the demons that even hell didn’t want. From what she’d gathered, they meant to auction her off to the highest bidder. Her eyes roamed around the room, taking in the other cages, most of them containing women just like her – captives.
The door to the castle opened and a hush fell over the room. Alyson turned to see who had caused such a reaction. A tall man with black hair and vibrant green eyes strode into the room. He was tall and muscular, but Alyson didn’t see anything unusual about him. If she didn’t know better, she’d say he was human, but humans in Shar were slaves – and this man was no one’s slave. He carried himself with the air of a prince.
She watched as he progressed through the room, following his every move. In any other circumstance, she would have been attracted to him. Who is he?
A commotion on the dais drew her attention. Lars, the head vampire, rose as he watched the stranger approach. Alyson knew that Lars wanted her. He’d made it no secret that he planned on winning her when the bidding began. A large man, Lars had blond hair and blue eyes. He looked like a throwback to the days of Vikings. He was gorgeous, but Alyson had also seen him be extremely cruel. He’d even abused one of his slave women in front of everyone in the main hall.
Alyson shivered at the memory. Everyone had laughed and watched avidly. Not a single person, or demon, had stopped him or lifted a hand to help. The poor slave woman hadn’t been seen since. Alyson could only imagine what had happened to her.
Looking down, her breath caught in her throat when she realized the stranger was standing under her cage. His hair shone blue-black in torch light. Wondering if it was as soft as it looked, she wanted to reach out and run her fingers through it. Scooting closer, she listened to the conversation the stranger was having with her current owner.
***
“So what brings you here today, Adam?” the slave trader asked.
Adam shrugged his shoulder. “Just bored and thought I’d find something, or someone, to help pass the time.”
“Anything in particular you’re looking for?” the slave trader asked.
“Someone who doesn’t mind being shared would be nice,” Adam said with a grin, thinking of his best friend, Luke. They often shared women, but it wasn’t always easy to find a willing participant.
“There are plenty of slave girls here. Why don’t you buy one?”
Adam snorted. He detested the idea of purchasing a person. It went against everything he believed in, or at least what he had once believed. “You know I’m not into that kind of thing.”
The slave trader shrugged. “So be it. I’m sure Lars will buy most of my stock anyway. He seems to find this one in particular fascinating,” he said with a gesture toward Alyson.
Adam looked up into a startling pair of whiskey colored eyes. The brunette stared down at him in curiosity and a little embarrassment. Her perfect bow shaped mouth begged to be kissed. The long fingers gripping her bars would feel magnificent on his cock. He could almost feel himself sliding into her wet heat.
“How much are you asking for her?” Adam wished he could retract the words the moment they left his mouth, but it was too late. Once again his cock had led him into a situation he wouldn’t be able to get out of.
The slave trader gave him a horrid smile. “For you, five-thousand marks.”
Adam looked down at the squat little man. “You have to be kidding.”
The man shrugged. “If you don’t want her, I’m sure I can get that much if not more for her at auction. She’s the first one up.”
Adam looked back up at the enchanting creature in the cage. “You said Lars was interested in her?”
The slave trader nodded. “Oh yeah, he’s been keeping an eye on her.”
“Why didn’t you sell her to him before now?”
The man glanced away and then looked back at Adam. “Last week, Lars nearly killed a slave woman in front of everyone in the hall. This one is too pretty for that kind of treatment.”
Adam looked up at the woman again. “What do you say, sweetheart? Want to go home with me, or with Lars?”
Regardless of what the man said about sharing her, she knew her fate with Lars would be far worse. She would be stupid not to go with the stranger. “You.”
Adam nodded and reached into his pocket. Withdrawing the requested amount of money, he handed it to the slave trader, convincing himself he was doing it for altruistic reasons. After all, he was probably saving her from a horrible fate.
“Thank you,” the man smiled. “I’ll lower the cage and you can take her to an upstairs room.”
Adam stared the man down. He’d seen many deals go down in this very hall, and at no time had there been a requirement to stay in the castle over night. “Upstairs room? Why can’t I just take her home?”
“Tonight all slave women bought come with a castle room for two nights. That way, if you change your mind, you don’t have to travel to return her.”
Adam looked up at the woman again. “I don’t think I’ll be returning her.”
Two
Once the cage was lowered, Adam reached in and lifted the woman into his arms. She immediately looped her arms around his neck and held on. So far so good, he thought.
“So which room will we have?” he asked the slave trader.
“The blue room on the second floor,” the man answered. “Shall I summon Luke and send him up?”
Adam let his eyes travel over his latest purchase, lingering on her full breasts. “That would be excellent,” he answered.
Carrying his prize up the stairs, he quickly located the blue room. Nudging the door open with his booted foot, he carried the woman inside. He kicked the door shut with a resounding thud and laid her down on the bed.
“So, do you have a name? Or should I just call you slave girl?” he asked.
“Alyson. My name is Alyson,” she said, her deep whiskey voice seeming misplaced coming from her small delicate body.
Adam eyed the toga she wore, customary slave garb, and reached out a hand. Hooking his fingers under the shoulder strap, he pulled it down her arm until her breast was exposed. The cool air made the nipple pucker immediately and he unconsciously licked his lips.
Looking at her face, he saw a slight blush stain her cheeks.
“If you’re a virgin, now is the time to tell me,” he said.
She shook her head, unable to meet his gaze.
“Being with me isn’t going to be like it was with your human lovers.”
Her eyes flicked up to his. “What do mean? Are you…?”
He shook his head, knowing she was wondering if he was either full or part demon. Pushing his cloak off his shoulders, he spread his wings, their ebony feathers reflecting the candlelight in a myriad of colors.
Alyson gasped. “You’re an angel?”
He gave her a wry grin. “I was an angel. In case you’ve forgotten, Shar is for those who are unwanted elsewhere. I was cast out of heaven and sent here.”
“Why?” she asked softly, her eyes still looking at the magnificence of his wings.
“For lying down with a woman.”
Alyson’s eyes were drawn to his muscular chest and of their own volition, travelled down to his pants. His erection was straining against them, leaving his cock clearly outlined. She blushed again and dropped her eyes.
Adam leaned forward and palmed her exposed breast. With his other hand, he slid the other strap down her arm. With both breasts exposed, he splayed his large hands over them, gently flicking the nipples with his thumbs. Her nipples hardened even more and he drew a soft gasp from her.
Bending his head to kiss her, he pushed her toga down to her feet, exposing all of her body to him. His long fingers skimmed down her stomach to the neatly trimmed curls between her legs. Finding her swollen clit, he slowly rubbed it.
***
Alyson gasped against his mouth and thrust her hips forward. Adam’s long fingers were driving her crazy.
As his fingers strummed against her clit, waves of pleasure spiraled through her. Reaching down for the hand resting on her hip, she dragged his hand up to her breast. With his fingers sliding against her clit and his other fingers torturing her nipple, she knew she was going to come at any moment. With a cry, she threw back her head and lost herself to the pleasure.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” he murmured against her ear, his breath sending chills down her spine and intensifying her pleasure.
Feeling a rush of warmth between her legs, Alyson felt herself go boneless. Some part of her felt as if she should be embarrassed. After all, she’d just let a stranger give her the best, mind-blowing orgasm she’d ever had.