Seeing what she was staring at, he pulled the loincloth to one side. His cock sprang out, stiff and ready.
Leola chewed her lip but was unable to turn her eyes away. Thinking of the hard muscle entering her, stretching her, caused her sex to immediately start to wet.
Gripping her gently by the hair he tipped her head back until she was looking into his eyes again. “Does it please you, the sight of it?” he asked.
Leola knew the answer he wanted to hear. She knew, too, that he would not tolerate her lies. It shocked her that the answer that formed in her mind satisfied both conditions. “It… it makes me wet, Master,” she whispered. She shuddered at the way the vulgar words had spilled from her, almost unbidden.
A half-smile formed on his lips. “Now you are learning how to be a good playmate,” he growled.
Her sex throbbed, sending a pulse of arousal rippling through her. She could barely comprehend it but her desire for him was suddenly overwhelming.
His fingers crooked between her legs. They glanced along her slick folds, teasing them apart, causing her wet to trickle onto his palm.
“Do you crave my cock inside you, Leola?” he whispered.
Her name on his lips made her head start to spin. “I crave it, Master,” she admitted. She locked eyes with him. “I want to feel it. I want to feel it inside of me.” She felt as if it were someone else speaking. Never had she imagined she would whisper such dirty things to a man.
“Soon,” he growled, biting her again. “Soon you will know what it means to be filled with my seed.”
She trembled at what he’d said. Did he really mean to do it? Would he really put himself inside her and rut like an animal until his… seed spilled into her sex?
He wrapped the leash up in a fist and gave it a gentle tug.
She let herself be led across the room to the pile of furs they’d slept under. When he pulled the leash again she sank to her knees in front of him, shocked at how willing she was to be obedient.
His cock lurched a hand length from her face. She eyed the stiff shaft and the engorged and throbbing head. Her hand drifted to it, as if of its own accord.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away, grinning. “You forget yourself, my pet,” he said. “You have a correction coming. And what sort of keeper would I be if your reward came first? On your hands and knees.”
She shook again as she assumed the position he’d requested. His denial of her touch did nothing to quell her arousal. Her hunger only sharpened at having to wait. As he stepped around to face her rear she found her back arching, as if her body were trying to display it for him in a more pleasing way.
Her nipples had hardened at the peaks of her breasts. Her pussy dripped with slick.
His hand fell firmly on her buttock.
The sharp crack of pain made her gasp. A moment later, though, more wet seeped from her entrance.
“Who is your master?” he demanded.
“You… you are,” she stammered.
He pressed his hand between her legs and found that spot at the apex of her sex. When his fingertip pressed against it she was powerless to stop the low moan that rolled out of her.
“You are learning well,” he purred behind her. Raising his hand he brought it down in a firm spank on her other bottom cheek. “Are you ready to take another plug in your bottom for your master?”
She shuddered with excitement at the question. “Yes, Master,” she whispered. She kept her position as he crossed the room and found an implement. Held steady when he returned and pressed the tip of it against her dripping pussy.
He drew the tip of the plug up and down her wet seam, collecting the fluid that spilled from her and spreading it along the smooth black surface of the implement. “Does it excite you to think that I will claim your tiny asshole as well? Do you crave a cock inside your bottom hole?”
“Oh, Master,” she whimpered. The thought was almost unbearably depraved. Her answer, even more so. “It does,” she said, no word a lie.
“Then you must accept a wider trainer into yourself. Are you ready to be stretched that way, Leola? Are you ready to feel me work this fat plug into your backside?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
His hand landed on her ass again. The sharp spike of pain was followed by a blossoming heat that seemed to warm her entire body. “You forget yourself again.”
“Yes, Master,” she corrected.
“Tell me how much you crave it?” he asked, spinning the tip of the plug against the soft ring of muscle that led to her rear entrance.
“Desperately, Master,” she mewled.
With his other hand he cupped her sex. His finger touched her spot, that bit of flesh that seemed one hundred times as sensitive as any other place on her person. His finger began spinning, making her pussy flex and her back arch even more.
“Open yourself,” he ordered.
She knew immediately what he meant. Reaching back she pried her back cheeks apart for him.
“Well done,” he murmured. “How my cock hardens to see you this obedient.” He pressed the plug into her.
She groaned and relaxed, opening for him. She winced as he moved it into her, sliding it deeper, stretching her rear hole until she thought she could not take any more of the pressure.
The whole time his finger spun faster and faster against her sex.
Her toes curled and she moaned again.
A chorus of laughter erupted outside.
In some small part of her mind she knew it was inspired by the sound she’d made. She didn’t care. All that mattered in that moment was feeling his hands against her… cunny as he called it, and her backside. Her body started to shake as a wave of
