Beneath her she could hear the sound of him lapping at her sex. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her as he started flicking that special spot.
Just days ago she would have found such an act utterly disgusting. Now she wished the heat it inspired between her legs would never end.
She gripped the arm of the chair, bracing herself against the wave of ecstasy that was about to crash through her. She closed her eyes and a vision blossomed of Sedrak between her legs, thrusting his rigid cock into her pussy until he was spent.
The wave crested, drowning her in bliss. She moaned but her own voice seemed distant. Lost in the thrall of his touch she shook through the aching release and emerged out the other end panting and exhausted. Her legs were trembling.
Sedrak rose.
She glanced over her shoulder, desperate to see what he was doing.
He had his cock in hand and was stroking it. A clear fluid seeped from the tip. Staring at her ass, he smacked it first with his other hand, then grabbed hold of a fistful of her flesh and locked eyes with her.
Her mind was clearer now, but her arousal returned at seeing him gripping himself. She parted her lips. The ache between her legs was intense, guiding her to the desire to feel him inside of her; even if she did not know what that would feel like, it was as if she did. She knew it was the only thing that would satisfy her, the only way to be released from the grip of her needs.
“I want to feel you inside of me,” she found herself saying, and she moved her hand toward his manhood, the intent to pull him toward her, inside of her, at the forefront of her mind. She twisted as she did this, wanting him to take her in her ‘cunny,’ to have him make her his, no longer a maid.
The words left her mouth without her having thought of them at all; it sounded almost like another person’s voice. Saying it made her feel even dirtier, but in a delicious way.
The effect of her words on Sedrak was intoxicating; he grimaced, and his cock hardened even more in his hand at what she’d said. She felt it throb on her fingertips as she reached for him. “Leola,” he said, his voice hoarse.
She closed her eyes, awaiting the feel of him inside her. When she did, he groaned, and pushed her hand away, turning her back around. She tried to edge her pussy to his cock; inside, she could feel her body pulsing and ready for him.
But Sedrak did not enter her: he pushed his hand against her lower back and used his hand to bring himself to his own release. Her eyes darted from his face to his member, in her confusion. When he threw his head back and shouted she stared at the throbbing red head of his cock.
It flexed and a torrent of his essence ejected from the tip, splattering over her creamy bottom.
As he groaned through his emission she watched more fluid pulsing from his cock. It landed on her other buttock, on the small of her back, some on her thighs.
Spent, he staggered back, staring at the mess he’d left on her soft skin. He wiped the sweat off his brow and shook his head, then looked up into her eyes. “Leola,” he panted.
She could not read his emotions clearly. Had she displeased him?
He touched her, his fingers moving over her body as she rolled to face him. Their eyes met, and she tried again to pull him toward her. But he resisted.
“Master,” she said, her voice a whisper. “Have I done something wrong?”
Sedrak’s eyes narrowed in confusion, and for a moment it seemed as if she had spoken a language he did not understand. “Wrong?” he panted, shaking his head.
“You do not… take me as… as you said you would,” she said.
Sedrak closed his eyes, and shook his head again. “You do not understand,” he said. He opened them, and looked at her for a long time.
Then, just before rising, dismissively, he said, “You are a maid.”
He said it with such finality, as if it explained everything, that for a moment Leola did not know what to say. She sat up, pulling a fur with her, and watched as Sedrak, seeming almost angry, crossed the tent to pour himself some wine.
“But I thought that I was your—”
“You do not know what you speak of,” he said gruffly.
Leola was shocked into silence, her mouth open. Tears welled in her eyes. She looked at her bare feet. Why was he so sudden to change his mood, so hot and cold? What had she done? Why did he no longer want her?
She waited, her vision blurring with her tears, her chest cold and empty. She did not notice him crossing the room, falling onto his knee next to her.
“Leola,” he said, and her name on his lips sent shivers through her. “Leola, Leola, my sweet plaything. Do not cry. You have not displeased me.”
She looked at him. “I do not understand you,” she almost spat. “I do not know what you want from me.”
