Even as she drew in another panting breath her eyes fell to his loins. His hardened cock was protruding against the fabric of the cloth that covered it. Her pussy ached with need.
“Gods, you are beautiful,” he growled, stepping closer. He leaned over her and locked lips with hers in a hot kiss. His fingers pinched her nipple again but the pain paled in comparison to the heat of his mouth on hers.
His hand fell between her legs. He found the spot and twisted.
She moaned into his mouth but he didn’t release her from their kiss. Instead he plied her tongue with hers as his finger started spinning, winding up the tension in her body until she thought she might burst with need.
Her thighs shook. Her toes turned in, her body bracing for what she prayed would be a release.
Finally Sedrak pulled away.
Leola sucked in a lungful of air, gently swaying back and forth on the rope restraining her wrists. She looked into his eyes. “Please don’t stop again,” she whimpered.
Sedrak’s eyes narrowed and he smiled. He leaned close and tilted his head to one side. “Come for your master, my pet. Release for me.”
His words sent her tumbling over the edge. Her body writhed and twisted on the rope, legs shaking as his plundering finger inspired her greatest crisis yet. She cried out at the peak of her bliss. The scream sounded distant and like it was someone else’s.
Waves of soaking wet heat fell over her one after another until she was exhausted and spent. She sagged forward and into the firm embrace of Sedrak’s hard chest. She barely noticed as he undid the rope that held her. Her heart swelled with joy when he scooped her into his arms and walked her to the furs where they had slept.
He lowered her onto them and wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug, the warmth of his body heating her against the chill night air.
Through her stupor she felt his hard member flex against her thigh. She turned her head. Her eyes fluttered open. “Might I please you in return, Master?” she whispered.
“That gave me more pleasure than you will ever know,” he whispered back.
And as much as she craved him her tiredness was upon her and she soon fell asleep.
Chapter 12
Leola woke to find it morning. Sedrak was gone. She heard soldiers barking orders and the steady hum of the camp being dismantled around her. She pushed away the furs and scurried to where the green dress lay. Having nothing else to cover herself with, she slipped into it, leaving the buttons open and clutching the front to keep it from falling. She poked her head through the tent flap to see what was going on outside.
Sedrak saw her immediately. He put up a hand toward the soldier with whom he’d been speaking and lumbered over to the tent. “Dorva!” he shouted.
A moment later Dorva came running up, smiling at Leola and bowing before Sedrak.
Sedrak leaned over her like he was going to kiss her. Then, as if second guessing himself, he stood up straight and smiled instead. “I trust you slept well,” he said, his penetrating gaze not leaving her eyes for an instant.
“I did, Master,” she replied.
His smile warmed at her reply. He turned to Dorva. “See to it that she is dressed and fed. Bring her to the front of the line when it forms. Today she rides with me.”
Dorva’s eyes widened at the order.
Leola’s did as well. She would ride with him? At the head of the line? What did that mean?
Sedrak walked away before Dorva could utter a hasty “Yes, my lord.”
She turned to Leola and her smile seemed forced. Almost sinister. She stepped into the tent opening and pushed Leola in so hard she nearly fell. Without a word she put her hands on Leola’s shoulders and spun her around. She used a far less gentle touch than she had the day before.
Leola frowned, worried that she’d done something to upset the only friend she thought she had amongst these strangers.
“You must have pleased my lord last night to be bestowed with such an honor,” Dorva said, her voice filled with tension. “Did he seed your cunny?”
Leola started, then turned her eyes toward the ground at the question. Shame and humiliation welled through her. Even though Dorva said her people were not shamed by such intimate conversations, Leola couldn’t help the way she felt.
“Nothing to say? What’s the matter? Didn’t like the way his cock felt in your pussy?” Leola asked. She gripped the back of the dress and yanked the two sides together before threading a button into an eyelet.
“He didn’t… we didn’t…” Leola stammered before realizing it would probably be best to just stay silent.
