“Yes, Master,” she said, nodding.
Sedrak stepped around and in front of her again.
Her eyes fell to the short crop he was holding, the end made of hardened leather. She parted her lips and squirmed as he drew it in a diagonal line across her chest.
The corners of his mouth curled into a gentle smile. He stepped behind her again. The crop whooshed through the air.
She hissed and winced as it connected with her backside with a soft smack. The tiny point of pain was like a snake’s bite. It caused her back to arch, rounding her bottom even more toward him.
His hand fell between her legs again. He swiped a finger against her seam, then pulled the petals of her sex apart and found that place again. He twisted the tip of his finger against it.
Leola mewled as pleasure shot up her back. Her mind was quickly drenched in heat, the sharp pain forgotten. As Sedrak’s finger plied her tender place she rose higher on her toes and whimpered. A fierce heat ballooned in her core. She felt herself being pushed to the brink. Her legs began to tremble.
Leola cried out as Sedrak pulled his hand away just as she was about to plunge into that delirious pleasure once again. Her body shook, arms straining against the rope that held them. She spread her legs, begging with her body for Sedrak to resume his ministrations.
Her need was met with another bite of the end of the crop, this time on her other ass cheek. The pain laced through her quickly retreating pleasure. The two combined forces burned through her. “Oh, Master, please!” she begged.
“How beautiful your bare ass looks when it flushes red,” he growled behind her. Two sharp swats with the crop landed on the outer sides of her legs.
Leola found herself drifting into an as-yet unknown trance. The whipping hurt but in a way that made her want more of it, not less. More of Sedrak.
He stepped in front of her and tucked the hilt of the crop into his loincloth. Reaching up he plucked her left nipple between finger and thumb and squeezed.
Even as she drew in another panting breath her eyes fell to his loins. His hardened cock was protruding against the fabric of the cloth that covered it. Her pussy ached with need.
“Gods, you are beautiful,” he growled, stepping closer. He leaned over her and locked lips with hers in a hot kiss. His fingers pinched her nipple again but the pain paled in comparison to the heat of his mouth on hers.
His hand fell between her legs. He found the spot and twisted.
She moaned into his mouth but he didn’t release her from their kiss. Instead he plied her tongue with hers as his finger started spinning, winding up the tension in her body until she thought she might burst with need.
Her thighs shook. Her toes turned in, her body bracing for what she prayed would be a release.
Finally Sedrak pulled away.
Leola sucked in a lungful of air, gently swaying back and forth on the rope restraining her wrists. She looked into his eyes. “Please don’t stop again,” she whimpered.
Sedrak’s eyes narrowed and he smiled. He leaned close and tilted his head to one side. “Come for your master, my pet. Release for me.”
His words sent her tumbling over the edge. Her body writhed and twisted on the rope, legs shaking as his plundering finger inspired her greatest crisis yet. She cried out at the peak of her bliss. The scream sounded distant and like it was someone else’s.
Waves of soaking wet heat fell over her one after another until she was exhausted and spent. She sagged forward and into the firm embrace of Sedrak’s hard chest. She barely noticed as he undid the rope that held her. Her heart swelled with joy when he scooped her into his arms and walked her to the furs where they had slept.
He lowered her onto them and wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug, the warmth of his body heating her against the chill night air.
Through her stupor she felt his hard member flex against her thigh. She turned her head. Her eyes fluttered open. “Might I please you in return, Master?” she whispered.
“That gave me more pleasure than you will ever know,” he whispered back.
And as much as she craved him her tiredness was upon her and she soon fell asleep.
Chapter 12
Leola woke to find it morning. Sedrak was gone. She heard soldiers barking orders and the steady hum of the camp being dismantled around her. She pushed away the furs and scurried to where the green dress lay. Having nothing else to cover herself with, she slipped into it, leaving the buttons open and clutching the front to keep it from falling. She poked her head through the tent flap to see what was going on outside.
Sedrak saw her immediately. He put up a hand toward the soldier with whom he’d been speaking and lumbered over to the tent. “Dorva!” he shouted.
A moment later Dorva came running up, smiling at Leola and bowing before Sedrak.
Sedrak leaned over her like he was going to kiss her. Then, as if second guessing himself, he stood up straight and smiled instead. “I trust you slept well,” he said, his penetrating gaze not leaving her eyes for an instant.
“I did, Master,” she replied.
His smile warmed at her reply. He turned to Dorva. “See to it that she is dressed and fed. Bring her to the front of the line when it forms. Today she rides with me.”
Dorva’s eyes widened at the order.
Leola’s did as well. She would ride with him? At the head of the line? What did that mean?
Sedrak walked away before Dorva could utter a hasty “Yes, my lord.”
She turned to Leola and her smile seemed forced. Almost sinister. She stepped into the tent opening and pushed Leola in so hard she nearly fell. Without a word she put
