Sedrak’s eyes wandered over her body again. They paused at her breasts. He lifted his hands and cupped them, making her blush again. When he saw her reaction his cock lurched between his legs. “You wear your shame well,” he stated in his labored Southern dialect.
But suddenly, he yelled, “Barval!”
The tent flap lifted and the man who’d led her from her cage stepped in.
Suddenly the spell was broken. Now it wasn’t just her and the gruff warrior king. Now this… this other man could clearly see what was sticking out of her bottom. Did he know how she’d been used? Did he know what Sedrak’s hand had done between her legs?
“Yes, my lord,” Barval said, bowing his head. He seemed only remotely interested in what was taking place.
Sedrak picked his loincloth off the ground, wrapped it around his waist, and belted it. His stern expression had returned. He grabbed her hair and tipped her head to one side then licked her neck. “Take her to her cage.” To Leola he murmured, “I wish to make you endure this plug, and the desire it brings to you.”
Barval grabbed the fur he’d walked her over in. Draping it around her shoulders he took the leash from Sedrak and clipped it to the collar around her neck. But when he jerked it, causing her to stumble forward, Sedrak growled something in his language.
Barval bowed again and murmured something in an apologetic and acquiescent tone. When he pulled on the leash again, he tugged it gently.
She teetered forward on her tiptoes. It was all she could do to walk, the plug stuck firmly within her pressing on her insides. As they stepped from the tent she thought she might drown in humiliation.
Men had gathered near Sedrak’s tent, and were staring at her as Barval led her toward the cage. They laughed and joked, pointing at the way she walked, as if on stilts. Her face flushed hot and red and she looked down at the ground trying to ignore their leers and pretend they weren’t there.
“She liked it,” someone hooted, in a low, hungry voice.
“Look at her nipples. Stiff as pebbles. A filthy princess has been made.”
The crowd burst out cackling.
Suddenly all the warmth and excitement she’d felt inside the tent was gone. All that was left was the cold ground beneath her feet, men laughing all around her, and the knowledge that this was now her station in life.
Toy.
Whore.
Plaything.
She’d never felt such relief as when she crawled back into the cage.
She swore she’d never let herself feel another hint of pleasure at the warrior’s touch again.
Chapter 5
She stood at attention on the blankets in the tent. Naked, the strange plug still inside her bottom.
They’d fed her a piping stew of venison and bread, and she had tried to sleep, unable to stop her mind from thinking of her encounter with Sedrak, of the immense pleasure he had brought to her. But the cage was open to the camp again, and she didn’t dare to touch herself, however much the ache between her legs demanded it.
Sedrak ordered her brought to him again once the sun had set.
He lay sprawled on the furs where he’d defiled her face that afternoon. His loincloth covered only half his cock, the other half exposed against his thigh.
It was a struggle not to stare at it. Though she had no intention of repeating the feelings of that afternoon, the lewd way he was sitting with his legs spread made it difficult to look away. She couldn’t put a finger on why it made her look; perhaps because it was something vulgar that was normally hidden on such prominent display.
Sedrak picked up a goblet of wine and took a sip before returning it to the small table next to him. He leaned to one side and put a thumb on his chin and a finger on his upper lip. “Did you enjoy your day, princess?”
His tone was meant to tease her, to put her on her knees with his words. A flare of anger flashed in her chest. She refused to submit to this, whatever it was, even if she submitted to his physical domination.
She did not respond.
“I do not hear you,” Sedrak said.
“Yes, Master,” she said almost bitterly.
Sedrak raised an eyebrow and leaned forward. He surprised her when he asked, “What troubles you?”
Leola stared at him, eyes wide with astonishment and also wariness. She pressed her lips together and shook her head, remembering her vow to herself.
“Nothing troubles me, Master.”
This made him move quickly, his physical reaction visible beneath his skin. He rolled onto his feet and stood up swiftly. Crossing the tent in three steps, he leaned over her staring straight into her eyes. “Do not lie to me. Ever.”
She tried so hard to resist the feeling that welled inside her as he reached around and slapped her rear. She hated herself for feeling it. While the pain of his correction stung, beneath it burbled an… anticipation.
A desire. That she might feel his hand on her ass again. That he might correct her and then… that he might be pleased enough to reward her for how she took it. She did not want to think about it, but her mind had been filled with thoughts of his correction as she lay in the cage, struggling not to move and make the implement touch her, arouse her, make her crave Sedrak’s improper, filthy touch…
She pushed the thought of his hand spanking her as far away as she could manage.
“Now. I ask you again,” Sedrak said gruffly. “What troubles you?”
Her eyes darted side to side. Did he want to hear her answer? Or would he prefer she come up with some pleasantry that would appease him? His stare bored through her until her knees felt weak. She found she could not put into words what she wanted to
