Passionate Pleasures by Bertrice Small

my lord—” she began.
    “You will not speak unless I permit it,” he growled fiercely.
    Ohh, she liked this fantasy. He was quite the brute, her barbarian lord. She crouched down over his head, pulled the flesh apart and closed her eyes. The tip of his tongue flicked delicately over her clitoris, sending a rush of delight through her. The skillful tongue swirled about the fleshy pink cavern, stroking, probing, teasing at her clit, which began to swell with the pleasure he was engendering in it. Then suddenly his lips closed over what he had called her pleasure button, and he sucked hard on it. Kathryn could not help herself. She screamed softly.
    “Greedy bitch,” he growled at her. “Now you will be punished for your disobedience!” He slid from beneath her, and jumped to his feet. His hand reached out for her long hair, and he wrapped a hank of it about his fist, forcing her up.
    “Oh, forgive me, my lord Temur!” she begged him. The look in his eyes was positively and deliciously dangerous.
    “I did not give you permission to speak, Ember,” he told her. He half dragged her across the tent and put her between two tent poles. He pushed her hands through leather manacles attached to the poles, and commanded her to hold on to the poles tightly.
    “What are you going to do to me?” she asked him.
    “More disobedience, slave?” he roared angrily.
    And then she felt the faint whoosh of air that preceded the leather strap as it hit her buttocks. The blow stung as did the blows that followed. Stung and burned, but did not really hurt her. Interesting, Kathryn thought, but then it was her fantasy, and she was not into painful pleasures like some women. She felt a tingle between her legs. His strap was arousing her lusts. Fascinating, she considered. Then suddenly he loosed her, and she fell to the tent floor.
    “On your hands and knees, slave!” he told her, and she scrambled to obey him.
    He was going to take her from the rear like he had taken the blond slave. But wait! What was he doing? She felt a finger rubbing her asshole and gasped with surprise. “No!” she almost shouted, and attempted to turn about.
    He laughed. “So there is something you do not like,” he said holding her in place.
    His hand held her about the nape of her neck. “You will accept all I offer you, Ember, but your ass is tight, and needs several days of preparation before you can receive my cock there. We shall begin with a small dildo.” And she felt him inserting something into her body.
    “There,” he told her. “ ’Tis no bigger than a man’s thumb. ’Twill not hurt you.” Yanking her up again by her hair, he dragged her across the tent to the bed of furs, where he pushed her onto her back. “Legs spread!” he commanded, and slid easily between her thighs.
    Her eyes had fastened upon his cock. She had not been able to see much of it when he had taken the other slave girl but now she saw its full might. It was a massive thing, probably between nine and ten inches in length, and close to three inches around. Could such a penis fit in her vagina? She was obviously about to find that out as he rubbed the tip of it across her clitoris several times, and then touched the opening into her body, rubbing slowly, teasingly.
    “Strapping you has made your juices flow copiously, Ember,” he said.
    “You are too big,” she whispered. “You will kill me with that great cock.”
    “Nay,” he said softly, brushing a finger across her lips, “you will take it in, and we will give each other much pleasure. It will take a moment or two to get used to my size, for your former master had a slender, delicate cock.” Holding himself with a hand he rubbed against her, and she felt herself almost trying to suck him into her body. “You’re eager for it,” he said, “aren’t you? You want to be impaled on this big rod of mine, don’t you?”
    He pushed himself in just enough so that the head of his penis was inside her.
    Kathryn