“Please,” Leola said, almost whimpering. “I wish to not offend you, tell me why you treat me with such cruelty.”
Sedrak’s eyes lingered on her mouth. He withdrew them and stood up in a single motion, exhaling loudly. “You must return to your cage,” he said gruffly.
Leola remained seated, bewildered. “Master,” she said helplessly.
Sedrak turned upon her, his stature and expression terrifyingly fierce. He was inflamed by some passion she could not understand.
“Do you not take pleasure from my touch?”
“I… I take pleasure from some of it,” she said, face burning red again.
He leaned back and patted his thighs. “Lay across my lap. Face down.”
The tawdry invitation sent excitement crackling through her. She lay down on his lap, her ass bared to him.
He slapped it, then kneaded the soft flesh with his rough hand. “You cannot hide your desire from me, Leola Grace,” he rumbled, then smacked her ass again. His fingers dipped to her sex. He split the lips of it open and slipped the tip of one into her tight channel.
Her toes turned in at the burst of heat and arousal that shot through her. Dragging that same finger up he touched it to her back hole, then pressed it in.
A lewd moan burst from her throat. She clutched at the blankets beneath them as he drilled the finger deeper.
With his other hand he touched her sex again and started rubbing up against the spot.
“Oh, gods,” she whimpered as a searing heat soaked through her.
He paused, holding himself inside her. “I will enjoy taking my pleasure in both your corridors,” he said. Withdrawing the finger, he pushed it back, rubbing her sex as he did.
“Ah!” she whimpered.
He bent over her. “Do you crave my cock inside you, plaything?”
She sucked in a breath and let it out. Her head started to swim. She winced, straining against the pleasure pulsing from between her legs. “Yes,” she whispered through clenched teeth.
Two smacks landed on her rear cheeks. “You forget yourself again,” he growled. But by his tone she knew that he was grinning.
“I crave your cock inside me, Master,” she hissed, a furious heat burning her cheeks at the admission. What was worse, though, was that she hadn’t lied. Somehow, in her very softest places, shecravedhim. She hungered for more of his rough treatment. Dreamed of being claimed.
His fingers flicked faster at her sex.
Her crisis came. She moaned as it gripped her, making her writhe and twist on his lap, his finger still firmly in her bottom keeping her in place. Great waves of it rolled through her and her body shook and heated. The world around her flickered.
When she came to, descending from that dizzying height, she found herself panting on his lap, Sedrak gently patting her backside as if she were a beloved pet.
I am just a toy to him.
A faint resentment threatened to swell into disdain. And yet she couldn’t help the way his gentle stroking soothed her fiery spirit.
“Was that pleasant?” he asked, voice low.
“It… it was, Master.” She blushed when he eased his finger from her rear.
He rolled her over and brought her up to sit next to him. The way he stared into her eyes made her blush again. She looked away, unable to hold his penetrating gaze.
He put a hand under her chin and brought her eyes back to his. Stared even more deeply into them. “You are a pleasant companion, Leola Grace,” he said. And then a flicker of sadness seemed to flash through his features.
A shiver raced down her spine at hearing him speak her name. “Do not… send me away, then, Master,” she pleaded. She was surprised at her request, almost as though it had been born as an idea in her body, not her mind.
“Is it cold in the cage?”
