What was it about the way his gaze burned through her? The way it touched her deepest places was incapacitating. She gasped when he reached out and gripped her engorged nipple with a finger and a thumb.
No one had ever touched her there.
“Show me your sex,” he said.
“Wha… what?” she stammered.
He squeezed her nipple, then twisted.
She winced and yelped at the pain.
“Lie on the ground and spread your legs,” he growled.
She fell to her knees when he let go of her breast. When she dared to look up at him, her cheeks wildly red, she felt as if he pushed her backward with his eyes alone. Perhaps she collapsed. She fell onto her elbows and scooted backward on the fur-covered ground, but Sedrak glared at her. Again, as if he could compel her physically without even touching her, she stopped.
She had no choice, she reminded herself. She parted her thighs slightly and looked to the side.
Sedrak dropped to one knee, between her legs. She felt his large, rough hand on her inner thigh, and the sensation seemed to stretch from that place directly to her ‘sex.’ His other hand gripped the opposite knee. He splayed her legs, and her sex was bared to him completely.
She dared to look at the muscles of his forearm, nearly the size of her lower leg, hard with muscle, and weathered. While she stared at his immense strength, she felt his rough finger in the wet folds of her sex.
Her body shuddered, outside of her control. Between her legs, deep inside, she felt her muscles clench. Her mouth fell open in surprise.
Sedrak lifted his finger to his mouth, and sucked on the glistening juices he had retrieved. The hunger in his eyes burned even more readily, and she shivered, not knowing why; she was barely versed in the ways of men and women, and she knew the gaps in her knowledge were vast. It was forbidden to speak of these things, but she could imagine them from the snippets she heard between servants.
Something twitched between his legs, drawing her eyes there. Sedrak followed her gaze, looking hungrier for it. She quickly looked back at his face.
“You’ve serviced a man before?” he grunted.
Fresh humiliation coursed through her. She shook her head, not truly understanding what he meant, but knowing she had not done it.
“Of course. You’re aprincess. Too good for lowly pleasures of the flesh.”
Leola had no idea what to say. Something had changed in Sedrak’s tone, a new darkness had come into his voice and his eyes. He dropped his other knee to the fur.
He reached down and yanked the belt holding his bearskin loincloth at his waist. It fell.
Leola gasped as her eyes darted to the bulging member it had concealed. She had some inkling of what manhood meant but had never in her life seen it. It must have been the length of her forearm and twice as thick. Capped with a throbbing helmet of muscle, a sheen of something clear glistened at the tip. The sight was at once vile and… thrilling. She couldn’t tear her eyes away.
Sedrak enclosed his hand around the meaty column. “This is a cock. A prick,” he said.
She nodded without comprehending, and finally managed to look away.
“Don’t shy away. You’ll soon become very acquainted with it. Now say it.”
She looked at his eyes with alarm. “Say it?” she repeated. All reason had flown from her mind. She could think only of the huge baton of flesh in Sedrak’s hands, and the ache that pooled between her legs.
Grabbing her ankles he lifted her legs and smacked her across the ass again. The sharp sting made her gasp. “You forget yourself,” he growled.
“I… I…” she stammered, trying to think, think of anything but the waves of heat that caressed her bottom. The sharpness of his spanking made her eyes sting with tears, but between her legs, the sting caressed her. Say. Say. She was supposed to say something…
“S… Say what? Master?” she whimpered.
“Call it what it is. I want to hear your pretty mouth speak dirty things.”
She was breathless for a moment, her thoughts scrambled. Her eyes dropped fearfully to his hand, poised to deliver another swat if she failed to say what he desired. “It is… it… is… a… cock,” she said, almost choking on the word. “A… prick, Master.”
“Very good,” he pronounced, and she felt a flutter of relief—or was it pride—in her chest for having pleased him.
