“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.
Surely it was only relief, she thought.
He lowered her ankles back to the ground. Then he rose to his full height, naked, towering above her. His manhood, the strange word for it having fled from her mind, was pointed in front of him, enormous, twisted, and thick.
“Stand,” he ordered.
She stared at him, his mercurial commands giving her whiplash. But she recovered, scrambling to her feet. Her heart was thundering inside her chest. But her body betrayed her, fluid dripping from her womanhood, nipples achingly stiff.
“Touch it.”
Her eyes darted to the organ. It had swollen thicker and was lurching in between his legs.
She reached out a trembling hand and grazed it with her fingertips. It jumped and she recoiled at the motion.
A laugh burst out of Sedrak, and it made her jump in surprise. When she looked at him again, his face had softened; the darkness she had seen before appeared to have receded.
“You are an innocent thing,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I am to understand that you have never seen a cock, then?”
Mouth open, stunned by such speech and all that had transpired, she shook her head. “No, Master,” she whispered, lowering her eyes again.
He watched her until the silence between them grew thick and heavy. “You know what happens between a man and a woman?”
“I… I… I know only what I…” she began, but could not finish. It was forbidden to speak of these things, forbidden for a princess or any woman of proper birth to admit to knowing of them, let alone having listened to her servants speak of them.
He put a finger under her chin. He seemed almost to be smiling when he growled, “Tell me, pet. Or you shall be punished again.”
She stared at the ground. Tears of humiliation stung her eyes. “I know… only what I have… overheard,” she said, a lump in her throat.
Her eyes focused on Sedrak’s hand as it gripped his manhood again. “You will spread your legs and take this cock in your sweet cunny,” he said. In a lower voice, he added, “For you are mine. And because you shall pay for your uncle’s attempted thievery, his lack of honor, and his cowardice, I shall place my cock in your cunny, and train you to take it in your bottom. And you shall take it, as it is my right.”
As he spoke, the tenderness in his voice dissolved, and he sounded as he had when addressing his men in front of the castle: he was a warrior, a man who claimed things and did what he pleased with them. He seemed, in fact, to not be speaking to her anymore by the end of this declaration, but to his men.
And the words he had spoken!
The tent started to spin around her. His descriptions brought to life the filthiest visions, and with them a kind of ghostly touch inside of her. She couldn’t keep her eyes from dropping to his manhood.
There is no way it will fit.
Her breath was shaky. The words began to tumble from her mouth before she could stop them. “Sir, I… Master… I… please, I cannot, I did not… understand…” She lifted her eyes to his, pleading. “I cannot do those things,” she whispered.
For a moment, it seemed that she had reached Sedrak’s heart, and tenderness—or at least pity—crept into his eyes. She put her hands together in supplication, and he parted his lips.
But just as suddenly, his eyes grew dark and anger flashed through them.
“You have been taken in exchange for your uncle’s dishonor,” he seethed. “I am a great warrior, and I shall have my payment!” He gripped her wrists, easily done in one hand. “I shall have my payment however I please,” he added, growling close to her ear.
For a moment, they stared at each other, Leola trembling, Sedrak’s hand gripped around her wrists, immobilizing her.
What would he do to her? Why did he run so hot and cold? Just moments before, she had not feared nearly as much as she did at this moment. What had turned him so quickly into a beast?
She had displeased him, she realized. She did not know her place.
She had no choice now. She had made her choice at the castle, and now she must pay the price of her uncle’s dishonor. With her own, it would seem. With her own dishonor and humiliation.
Sedrak was still, deep breaths making his great chest rise and graze her fingers.
Leola’s mind reeled, and then she focused. She must spare herself as much pain as she could. “M-mmmaster,” she stammered. “I forget myself. I forget… my place. I am sorry. I am only…” She dropped her eyes, and a fat tear spilled from them. “I am a maid, Master. I do… do not… know what… to do, how to please… a man.”
She had expected Sedrak to laugh, or to deliver more punishment, but his reaction surprised her yet again. He blinked slowly, and for a moment said nothing.
“You mean to say that your uncle allowed you to give yourself to me, knowing that you were a maid?”
Leola had nothing to say. How could he have thought anything else, she wondered? She was a princess, and unmarried. But also, when stated this way, it did seem dishonorable of her uncle, who had not even spoken up on
