Another smack across both of her buttocks clarified her thoughts. “I understand!” she cried quickly. “I understand… M-m-master?”
Sedrak growled, and squeezed her bottom. Saying the word ‘master’ made humiliation flare inside of her, the sensation as cool as her skin was scorched.
She was starting to understand what her place with this brute would be. She had no choice; she knew that, she understood that. There was nothing she could do but submit to him. Her sore bottom was still stinging, and as she thought of another spanking even further inflaming her skin, she felt a slight flutter of fear.
And something else, but—no!
“I will obey my master’s commands at once, Master,” she added, almost hysterically. Please, she thought. Please let that satisfy him.
Sedrak grunted, and she waited for another sharp swat. Instead, he pulled her hair until she was standing straight, then let go. Evidently she had satisfied him. Reaching toward her neck, he unclasped the leash but left the collar in place.
He stepped around her and looked her squarely in the eyes. “Your cunny is slick again. You have good taste in punishment.”
Her vision blurred at the humiliation that welled through her. “I do not…” she began, but she cut herself off. What would this beast care of her pleas, her claim that she did not know what was wrong with her? She had given herself to him, and now she was his to do with as he pleased.
“I mean,” she hurried to add, “yes, Master.” Inside she cursed her treacherous body. The tickling ache was throbbing now, and hot. She felt juices seeping from her insides down her leg.
Sedrak was silent for a moment, and she stared at the ground, unable to meet his scorching gaze. What would he do to her next? Why, inside her body, did she feel electrified by the presence of his muscled torso so close to hers, instead of purely fearful?
“You learn quickly,” he growled, startling her. “It pleases me.”
She looked at him in surprise. His gaze held her captive, but it was a look of brutal hunger, and her insides felt like a raging sea.
What was it about the way his gaze burned through her? The way it touched her deepest places was incapacitating. She gasped when he reached out and gripped her engorged nipple with a finger and a thumb.
No one had ever touched her there.
“Show me your sex,” he said.
“Wha… what?” she stammered.
He squeezed her nipple, then twisted.
She winced and yelped at the pain.
“Lie on the ground and spread your legs,” he growled.
She fell to her knees when he let go of her breast. When she dared to look up at him, her cheeks wildly red, she felt as if he pushed her backward with his eyes alone. Perhaps she collapsed. She fell onto her elbows and scooted backward on the fur-covered ground, but Sedrak glared at her. Again, as if he could compel her physically without even touching her, she stopped.
She had no choice, she reminded herself. She parted her thighs slightly and looked to the side.
Sedrak dropped to one knee, between her legs. She felt his large, rough hand on her inner thigh, and the sensation seemed to stretch from that place directly to her ‘sex.’ His other hand gripped the opposite knee. He splayed her legs, and her sex was bared to him completely.
She dared to look at the muscles of his forearm, nearly the size of her lower leg, hard with muscle, and weathered. While she stared at his immense strength, she felt his rough finger in the wet folds of her sex.
Her body shuddered, outside of her control. Between her legs, deep inside, she felt her muscles clench. Her mouth fell open in surprise.
Sedrak lifted his finger to his mouth, and sucked on the glistening juices he had retrieved. The hunger in his eyes burned even more readily, and she shivered, not knowing why; she was barely versed in the ways of men and women, and she knew the gaps in her knowledge were vast. It was forbidden to speak of these things, but she could imagine them from the snippets she heard between servants.
Something twitched between his legs, drawing her eyes there. Sedrak followed her gaze, looking hungrier for it. She quickly looked back at his face.
“You’ve serviced a man before?” he grunted.
Fresh humiliation coursed through her. She shook her head, not truly understanding what he meant, but knowing she had not done it.
“Of course. You’re a princess. Too good for lowly pleasures of the flesh.”
Leola had no idea what to say. Something had changed in Sedrak’s tone, a new darkness had come into his voice and his eyes. He dropped his other knee to the fur.
He reached down and yanked the belt holding his bearskin loincloth at his waist. It fell.
Leola gasped as her eyes darted to the bulging member it had concealed. She had some inkling of what manhood meant but had never in her life seen it. It must have been the length of her forearm and twice as thick. Capped with a throbbing helmet of muscle, a sheen of something clear glistened at the tip. The sight was at once vile and… thrilling. She couldn’t tear her eyes away.
Sedrak enclosed his hand around the meaty column. “This is a cock. A prick,” he said.
She nodded without comprehending, and finally managed to look away.
“Don’t shy away. You’ll soon become very acquainted with it. Now say it.”
She looked at his eyes with alarm. “Say it?” she repeated. All reason had flown from her mind. She could think only of the huge baton of flesh in Sedrak’s hands, and the ache that pooled between her legs.
Grabbing her ankles he lifted her legs and smacked her across the ass again. The sharp sting made her gasp. “You forget yourself,” he growled.
“I… I…” she stammered, trying to think, think of anything but the waves of heat that caressed her
