She gasped when he gently pinched her nipples. Arousal spiked through her, her sex beginning to wet.
“You enjoy a little pain, don’t you, Leola?” he asked.
She nodded, her breath a little ragged. “Yes, Master,” she breathed.
He pinched harder.
She winced. Her toes curled but the steady pressure on her sensitive breasts sent lust surging through her.
He squeezed her breasts roughly, then released them and stepped away.
She gasped at the sudden absence of his touch and started to turn to look at him.
“Stay where you are,” he growled, walking to one wall of the tent.
A thrill rushed through her at his commanding tone. She stood up straight, facing away from him, waiting in breathless anticipation at what might come next. Hinges squeaked behind her as he opened a chest. It fell shut. She heard his footsteps coming closer, then felt his breath on her neck.
“Put your hands over your head, pet,” he murmured.
She brought her hands up and over her head, as instructed. The position made her feel even more vulnerable and exposed to him. And yet fear did not worm its way into her heart, which surprised her. Despite his rough corrections she trusted he would not harm her in any sort of cruel way. She looked up to see the end of a rope being twisted around her wrists and bit down on her lower lip.
Sedrak pulled the rope tight, forcing her hands together. Not so tight it hurt but tight enough she couldn’t escape.
A new and potent thrill rushed through her. Now she really was his prisoner. He could do with her what he pleased and she would be powerless to stop him.
Sedrak stepped around her. Taking the other end of the rope, he tied it to a large hook that hung from the tent peak. He drew it taut, stretching her arms so she was forced to stand on the tips of her toes.
Leola drew in a sharp breath at the uncomfortable position. She watched Sedrak move back around her but didn’t dare crane her neck to stare at him over her shoulder. She heard something being picked up. She shuddered as he drew a line down her back with something that felt like stiff leather.
He leaned over her again. Pressed his lips against her neck, opened his mouth, and nipped her with sharp teeth. “Does your pussy wet for your master’s correction?” he whispered.
The desperate ache to feel his girth inside her was replaced by a wicked excitement at his question. “It does, Master,” she breathed.
His hand slipped between her legs. A finger slid into her folds, parting them. Slick dripped from her sex. “If you take your correction well you will be rewarded, pet,” he said.
“Yes, Master,” she said, nodding.
Sedrak stepped around and in front of her again.
Her eyes fell to the short crop he was holding, the end made of hardened leather. She parted her lips and squirmed as he drew it in a diagonal line across her chest.
The corners of his mouth curled into a gentle smile. He stepped behind her again. The crop whooshed through the air.
She hissed and winced as it connected with her backside with a soft smack. The tiny point of pain was like a snake’s bite. It caused her back to arch, rounding her bottom even more toward him.
His hand fell between her legs again. He swiped a finger against her seam, then pulled the petals of her sex apart and foundthat placeagain. He twisted the tip of his finger against it.
Leola mewled as pleasure shot up her back. Her mind was quickly drenched in heat, the sharp pain forgotten. As Sedrak’s finger plied her tender place she rose higher on her toes and whimpered. A fierce heat ballooned in her core. She felt herself being pushed to the brink. Her legs began to tremble.
Leola cried out as Sedrak pulled his hand away just as she was about to plunge into that delirious pleasure once again. Her body shook, arms straining against the rope that held them. She spread her legs, begging with her body for Sedrak to resume his ministrations.
Her need was met with another bite of the end of the crop, this time on her other ass cheek. The pain laced through her quickly retreating pleasure. The two combined forces burned through her. “Oh, Master, please!” she begged.
“How beautiful your bare ass looks when it flushes red,” he growled behind her. Two sharp swats with the crop landed on the outer sides of her legs.
Leola found herself drifting into an as-yet unknown trance. The whipping hurt but in a way that made her want more of it, not less. More of Sedrak.
He stepped in front of her and tucked the hilt of the crop into his loincloth. Reaching up he plucked her left nipple between finger and thumb and squeezed.
