“Come. I want to feel your cunny squeezing,” he ordered.
And suddenly it was like a whip cracking and a pot of hot water rolling over her all at once. Her body began to shake. She clung to his arm unable to control the convulsions racking through her. Then, when she thought she could stand no more, that warmth and foggy bliss traveled up her spine and flooded her mind and she could think of nothing else but his hand between her legs making her feel that way.
The feeling was far too brief. It ebbed and brought her back inside herself. Suddenly, with that hot bliss missing, she was just a young woman with this brute’s hand between her legs.
And he wasn’t letting go.
She bit her lip and turned her head away from his stare.
Not for long. He touched her cheek and made her look at him again. Lifting his fingers to his nose, he sniffed, then grunted. “Now, I will have you on your hands and knees,” he said.
She obeyed. Her mind was still reeling from what had happened. From the way he’d commanded her body with only his hand and made it do his bidding. She did her best to resent him for it. What scared her was the need that had now settled in her belly. That now on her hands and knees she didn’t want to be anywhere but where she was. She wanted to feel his touch again. And that was terrifying.
He ran a hand over the flesh of her bottom. When he patted it, it ignited.
She balked at the way her heart squeezed at the gesture. Something must be wrong with me to crave such things.
He stood up behind her and out of the corner of her eye she saw him walk to a chest near one wall of the tent. Reaching in he extracted some implement she’d never seen. Black and smooth, it was tapered on one end and flared into a bulb with a thin neck and a flange. He spun it in his hands as if studying it before walking back behind her. He dropped the thing next to her then stepped around in front. He cupped her chin and lifted her eyes to his. “Remember this position,” he said.
“Yes, Master,” she replied, confusion in her voice. She shivered when Sedrak dropped his heavy loincloth to the ground.
He sank to his knees and his cock was two hand lengths from her face.
She couldn’t help but stare. Here, up close, she could make out the veins that crawled along the sides. The ridge of the head and the tiny eyelet at the tip. She gasped and tried to look away when he lifted it to her lips. His hand kept her staring at the member.
“Is it true, then? You’ve never held a man’s cock. Never tasted it before?”
She shuddered at the thought.
“No one’s ever touched your pussy.” A smile, momentarily terrifying to Leola, crept onto his face. “What do you do up there when the nights are long and the days are cold?”
Leola was speechless for a moment, for she did not know if he truly expected a reply. But when he continued to look at her, she rushed to give an answer.
“Table games, Master,” she replied.
He let go of her chin and burst out laughing. He wiped his upper lip with a finger. “Table games,” he muttered, chuckling still. “Open your mouth.”
Slowly she let her mouth fall open. Her eyes bugged as he raised the head of his organ and dragged it back and forth across her lips.
His scent was musky, and a salty taste crept from her lips to her tongue. Her eyes went wide in surprise. Her cheeks and chest heated with fear and humiliation—this was very wrong, very sinful—and yet wetness once again ran from her sex.
When he pressed the bulbous head past her lips it slid across her tongue. Her body tingled with arousal and excitement as her jaw strained to accommodate the large, hot column. What a dirty thing! How could such a dirty thing make her feel so… so hungry for it?
She closed her eyes and assured herself that she had no choice, there was no option for her but to submit to this barbarian man, to allow him to use her body as he pleased.
To her surprise, that very thought made her squirm with more pleasure.
Sedrak put a hand on each side of her head and pressed the now stiff shaft into her mouth. It slid deep inside of her, filling her throat. She felt an urge to gag, but it subsided, and she breathed heavily through her nose as the organ continued to fill her, stretching her jaw wide.
“Look at me,” Sedrak growled.
She lifted her eyes to his as he pulled back, and when she met his hot, dominating stare, she felt the ache between her legs throb, hungrier than ever. He stared at her until she felt that she would liquefy before him, then pressed his organ into her throat again.
His stare was mesmerizing. Dark and cold as iron dipped in an icy lake. And yet beneath it she sensed something different. Hunger. Greedy hunger and need.
He quickened his pace, thrusting in and out of her mouth. His cock thickened, ever larger in her aching mouth. A lusty snarl curled his lip.
Her mind was racing. For some reason she imagined Datharia’s revulsion at her position. At taking a man’s prick into her mouth and sucking on it while staring into his eyes. More wetness soaked the hair between her legs.
Sedrak grunted. Letting go of her head, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and gripped it.
Her eyes darted to the tip where clear fluid was beading.
He grabbed her by the hair again. Rising to his feet he brought her
