He denied her that pleasure. Pulling his hand away he brought it down onto her ass with a sharp crack. “I control your pleasure. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered, nodding but barely able to control herself. She shuddered as his fingers found her sex again. Drew in a deep breath as, this time, he slipped two of them into her pussy, stretching the tight walls.
He rose up onto his knees. He drew his fingers out, then slid them back in, deeper this time. The rhythm was slow at first, sending pleasure pulsing through her, gradually growing faster.
Leola moaned as his fingers sank deeper into her sex with each thrust. Her eyes shot open wide when she felt a third wet finger touch her back hole. Her body stiffened.
That was met with a playful slap on her ass. “Open for me,” Sedrak growled.
She let out a breath and did her best to relax the muscles keeping him from probing her bottom. As soon as she did his finger slipped in. She shuddered at the tight sensation in her bottom. Her pussy squeezed, wet pooling from it onto his palm and running down the insides of her thighs.
She dared to steal a glimpse at him out of the corner of her eye. Lust swelled through her as she saw his engorged cock standing rigid between his legs. Her pussy clamped hungrily at his fingers. Her head started to spin.
The wave began to rise. A slow but steady lifting within until she felt weightless. Her mind ricocheted between how utterly and completely Sedrak was dominating her and the tight ache between her legs. She whimpered.
“What is it, pet?” Sedrak growled, his fingers slipping faster into her wet entrance.
“I crave it, Master. I crave release by your hand,” she moaned.
He leaned over her. So low she felt his breath on her neck. Still his hand continued pulsing between her legs. “Then come, Leola. Come for your master,” he commanded.
Her body obeyed immediately. Her thighs shook and her back arched. She lifted her head and a scream rose up into the night sky. As pleasure roared up her spine, her softest place clenched at Sedrak’s plundering fingers and all she could feel there was wet.
She shook and squirmed but stayed in place as Sedrak’s pulsing eased. Each insertion into her pussy brought a fresh tremble of bliss until she could barely stand it. She moaned again.
Sedrak slowed, then stopped, keeping his fingers inside her pussy and bottom.
At first, still recovering from her orgasm, Leola didn’t mind the feeling. Any touch of his was welcome. But as she came back into herself she felt a swell of embarrassment at the compromised position. She dared another glance over her shoulder.
Sedrak was staring straight at her. “Who do you belong to?” he asked. The tiniest flicker of a smile curled one corner of his mouth.
Leola bit her lip to stifle her own pleased smile. “You, Master,” she whispered.
Sedrak eased his fingers from her.
Suddenly the air felt colder. The fire was lower and the night was growing dark.
He reached over her and picked up the bearskin, wrapping her in it. Then he sank to the ground next to her, propping himself up one elbow and staring deep into her eyes.
Her heart melted a little at the way he watched her. But as the glow between them faded she couldn’t help but remember the predicament they were in. “What will we do?” she asked.
Sedrak leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “We will eat rabbit. And tomorrow we will go fishing and only think of pleasant things.”
“But I mean…”
“I know what you mean,” he said softly. “It is my concern. It is your concern to please me.” He smiled and brushed his lips over hers.
She drew in a deep breath, inhaling his musky scent, and pressed her cheek against his chest. Suddenly it occurred to her that she hadn’t told him what she’d been pining to say the last few days. She looked up into his eyes again. “I love you… Sedrak,” she whispered.
He brushed his thumb along her lips. “I love you, Leola,” he said.
Chapter 15
She woke wrapped in the comfort of his embrace. His breath tickled the back of her neck. As she pressed her back tighter against his chest she felt his organ stir. It flexed between her bottom cheeks. A lust gripped her.
She had tried, the night before, to return his affection. But Sedrak had said they both needed rest. Now, as she felt his manhood rising, she felt a hunger to please him. Slipping out of his arms she crawled lower down his body, staying under the bearskin. She pulled back his loincloth and drew in a quick breath at the sight of his member.
Just looking at it sent arousal pulsing through her. She reached out with a shaking hand and ran her fingers down one side. It rose higher, hardening under her gentle touch. She wrapped her hand around it as far as she could, feeling his essence pulsing beneath the flesh.
Sedrak stirred.
As he rolled onto his back, Leola went with him, swinging a leg over his thick core. Her sex rested against the throbbing mass of his cock, and deep inside her body she craved him.
His eyes opened, then widened. “Leola,” he said, gripping her arms.
Her mind seemed to have become detached from her body: she was not thinking, not controlling herself, as she moved her hips against his body, stirred with pleasure as his manhood jolted and thickened against her pussy and thighs.
Sedrak squeezed her arms and attempted to push her off of him, but she squeezed her thighs tightly against his core. “Leola,” he said. “What are… you… doing?”
He inhaled sharply as she moved her hand to his cock, between her legs. She lifted her hips, guiding his manhood to her pussy. The crown rubbed the center of her pleasure as she moved it toward her entrance, and she shuddered.
“Leola!” Sedrak barked, and he pulled at her
