“Did you… not enjoy the feast, Master?” she asked.
Sedrak set the goblet down and harrumphed. “Feast,” he repeated. He waved a hand dismissively in the direction of the sounds of revelry that echoed outside the tent walls.
Then he looked at her, and the air between them seemed to smolder. Leola could not escape the grip of her attraction to him, the reawakening of her desire, even as much as she was exasperated by his ever-changing moods, and perplexed by his behavior.
“I am a king,” he declared, and paused so long that Leola almost said something, believing he expected affirmation. “And I cannot do all I please. What do you think of that, Leola Grace?”
Leola did not know what to say. In her chest, a cool feeling swirled, empty and full at the same time. She wanted him to come to her, but she was too unsettled to speak her desires.
“Hmm?” Sedrak said, almost growling. “What do you think of a king such as I am?”
“Master,” she said quietly, and saw something harden in his face. She spoke quickly to dispel whatever had taken root inside of him. “I do not… it is not my place… I do not know what… to say.”
Sedrak nodded, as though he agreed very much with what she had said. He moved toward her, standing at the foot of the pile of furs.
The fur she had been clutching slipped from her hand, baring her breasts. The cool air caressed her nipples, they hardened and ached, and she knew that she ached for his touch. She held his gaze, though it burned through her, mixing with the cool emptiness in her chest.
“Rise for your master, Leola Grace,” he said quietly, his hand beckoning her.
She slipped her legs beneath her and rose to her knees. She was naked, and her skin was covered in gooseflesh with a single shiver. Sedrak held out his hand, and she took it, rising to stand before him.
She did not know what he wanted: it could be anything. Her breath was caught in her chest. His eyes were still burning into her, but she dared not to look away.
He put his fingers in her hair, pushing it back, grazing her shoulder and sending an electric shiver through her whole body. He tilted her chin toward him and put his lips to hers, cupping her head with his large hand.
Her skin prickled and her eyes fluttered shut at the soft touch of his lips. After drinking from her mouth, his lips moved over her cheekbone and to her ear.
“Do you enjoy your corrections, Leola?” he whispered, his lips barely grazing her neck just below her ear.
His warm breath on her neck sent a shiver racing down her back. “I do,” she whispered. Not a word of a lie either. She still couldn’t understand why but the thought of his hand spanking her backside was thrilling.
“That makes two of us,” he said.
She turned her head until she could see him staring at her out of the corner of her eye. Excitement crackled through her at what might come next.
“My cock hardens at just the thought of watching your bottom turning red,” he said. His hands slipped down her naked body. They wandered around her sides, up her stomach and cupped her breasts.
She gasped when he gently pinched her nipples. Arousal spiked through her, her sex beginning to wet.
“You enjoy a little pain, don’t you, Leola?” he asked.
She nodded, her breath a little ragged. “Yes, Master,” she breathed.
He pinched harder.
She winced. Her toes curled but the steady pressure on her sensitive breasts sent lust surging through her.
He squeezed her breasts roughly, then released them and stepped away.
She gasped at the sudden absence of his touch and started to turn to look at him.
“Stay where you are,” he growled, walking to one wall of the tent.
A thrill rushed through her at his commanding tone. She stood up straight, facing away from him, waiting in breathless anticipation at what might come next. Hinges squeaked behind her as he opened a chest. It fell shut. She heard his footsteps coming closer, then felt his breath on her neck.
“Put your hands over your head, pet,” he murmured.
She brought her hands up and over her head, as instructed. The position made her feel even more vulnerable and exposed to him. And yet fear did not worm its way into her heart, which surprised her. Despite his rough corrections she trusted he would not harm her in any sort of cruel way. She looked up to see the end of a rope being twisted around her wrists and bit down on her lower lip.
Sedrak pulled the rope tight, forcing her hands together. Not so tight it hurt but tight enough she couldn’t escape.
A new and potent thrill rushed through her. Now she really was his prisoner. He could do with her what he pleased and she would be powerless to stop him.
Sedrak stepped around her. Taking the other end of the rope, he tied it to a large hook that hung from the tent peak. He drew it taut, stretching her arms so she was forced to stand on the tips of her toes.
Leola drew in a sharp breath at the uncomfortable position. She watched Sedrak move back around her but didn’t dare crane her neck to stare at him over her shoulder. She heard something being picked up. She shuddered as he drew a line down her back with something that felt like stiff leather.
He leaned over her again. Pressed his lips against her neck, opened his mouth, and nipped her with sharp teeth. “Does your pussy wet for your master’s correction?” he whispered.
The desperate ache to feel his girth inside her was replaced by a wicked excitement at his question. “It does, Master,” she breathed.
His hand slipped between her legs. A finger slid into her folds, parting them. Slick dripped from her sex. “If you take your correction well you will be
