Claiming Crystal by Kayleen Knight Page B

only purpose was to submit.
    They did not kill people here. They rarely mutilated anyone. This prison was a place where the hapless men locked away here spent days, weeks, or years subject to the whims of the jailers, and that was torment enough for most decent people of the kingdom.
    Crystal felt a familiar tingling sensation awake between her legs at the thought of the rogue submitted to their dominating attentions.
    ‘ My lady,’ one of the guards suddenly said, stopping in his tracks. ‘You will forgive me, but I do not know the name of the criminal who trespassed into your ceremony. Who am I to ask the jailers to see?’
    Crystal barely paused to extend her excuses to cover this second blemish of lies. ‘I do not care to speak his name,’ she said, although truthfully she did not even know it. ‘I will remember his face. You will take me from jail to jail, and I will look at their faces until I have found the one that disgraced me.’
    The guards shrugged, gesturing to the first cell on her right where a large black man from the southern kingdoms of the land stood in the corner, naked as the day all men were born. He had his cock in his hand and he was rubbing it with his strong hand while his steely brown eyes looked her up and down. The expression on his face made Crystal think that he intended to frighten her, which was common discourtesy between male prisoners and any visiting women, but she decided to surprise him by returning his gesture with a smile and then approaching the bars.
    He stopped for a moment, confused by the unexpected attention.
    Before her guards could step in front of her and begin hollering for the jailers to hurt the beautiful black man, Crystal traced one of her slender white hands down the bars and asked him to continue.
    ‘What?’ he asked, speaking the language fluently, with the slightest hint of a foreign accent.
    ‘ Keep going,’ Crystal said.
    The guards turned away and pretended not to notice and not to hear, which is exactly what they had been trained to do when anyone in the royal family misbehaved.
    The man rose to her attentions. He began to rub himself again, gripping his throbbing manhood with the heft of his hand and rubbing his beating tip with smooth circular motions of his thumb.
    ‘ Slower,’ Crystal instructed, already taking on the role of dominance that was so prevalent in the very airs of this underground place. She leaned forward into the torchlight that surrounded his cell with a halo of fire. She showed him her face, and then she showed him her slick tongue, and he obeyed her with the willingness of any able man before a woman with her physical presence and shapeliness. His movements slowed down. His hands ceased being rough and became tender, his strong fingers somehow working with the grace to cup and release, stroke and pet.
    When he finally reached his climax he spilled onto the gravel of his cell like a pitter batter of merciful white rain.
    ‘Very good,’ Crystal smiled, her heart racing with the excitement of the danger and the decadence that tasted as good as chocolate, and melted her mouth no less than it. Then she turned to follow the guards to the other cells, glancing at this face and that face, enjoying only those men who were still in good physical condition despite their trappings. It was not uncommon for a prisoner to appear relatively clean and washed, since it was the habit of the jailers to keep their prisoners from getting infections, sores and other nasty sights that might turn them off the pleasure of having control over beautiful people who would be made into beautiful things.
    If every person was a slave, then perhaps every person too was an object no different from this woman of lineage named after a jewel.
    There were many torrid stories about the secret meetings that used to take place in this underground dwelling. The worst of them involved the decades before Crystal was born, and began as soon as her family overtook the kingdom