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moment, my cheeks flushing, then closed my mouth. “The gag bit—gags the horse, and the snaffle—doesn't?”
He laughed. “I didn't think so.”
“You're not a horseman either, are you?”
“No, not at all,” he said. “But one of my friends in the army was, and he used to pontificate endlessly on which bits were the best for which use.”
“Ah.”
“So who are you?”
“I'm just an orphan. Father killed in the woods one day, mother serving men in the city. I got lost.”
“And you have no one who you belong to?”
I shook my head, eyes wide. “No one.” He reached for my vest again. I leaned back. “I, um. Just because I'm not from the horse tribes doesn't mean I want to have sex with you.”
“Oh? Who said anything about sex? I'm just trying to clean you up, make amends for my clumsiness.”
Why does my cunt clench on every silken word he says? It's just because it's been far too long without relief.
“I, uh, I'm fine. Thank you.”
He caught my fluttering hands and pushed them to my sides. “I found you in the woods. You belong to me.”
Gods be damned, Fortuna, why do I keep ending up belonging to someone? I know it's just the way of the world, but ugh. Still, there are perks. My eyes slid up his muscular arms, his broad shoulders, and caressed his sharp jaw line. I bit my lip.
“There, you see?” he said. “I mean you no harm.”
My body revolted from my sense, and I remained where he put me, letting him unbutton the vest. It fell away, and with it the padding camp cloth. He pulled it away from my body, his brows quirked with curiosity. I watched his eyes travel up the cloth to the leather armor it was revealing underneath, and I saw the moment he realized what he was looking at. I blocked the first strike, the second and the third, but my arm muscles were too worn from the evening’s exertion, and I tumbled back, my kneeling stance hindering my movement. He followed me down, pinning my wrists to the ground. My thigh muscles screamed with the stretch, my feet tucked under my ass and pinned by my own weight.
His face came close to mine. It was closed now, deadly to me, the enemy in his sights.
“Who are you?”
I stared up at him. “My name is Marri.”
He shoved my wrists above my head so he could hold them in one hand and slap me with the other. I whimpered, the crotch of my suede pants nearly soaked through.
“What army?”
“General Amanda Tell.”
“Who is that?”
I pretended to cry. “If you don't know who she is, I'm even farther away than I thought.”
His brows came together. “What are you talking about?”
“I got lost on a scouting mission. I can't find my way back.”
He rolled his eyes, and too late I remembered he was a scout himself. He sat up and yanked me forward, pulling me down over his hard-muscled thighs. I whimpered.
“You expect me to believe lie after lie!”
I swallowed hard. Fortuna, I'm losing my edge. What the hell is wrong with me? His hand crashed down on my buttocks, but the leather blunted the sting. He realized it, too, and I found myself shoved face first into a blanket while he lifted my hips with his knee and jerked my pants down. I heard a button pop, and lamented silently.
His hand slammed into my naked flesh, and I hissed. Had it been that long since I was spanked? Or was I still sore from William’s beating? He spanked hard, each impact resonating deep in my flesh, and I began to whimper, my thighs rubbing together in an effort to keep from revealing just how wet my cunt was. He was too focused on turning my ass crimson to notice. I grunted as his palm laid down layer after layer of spanks.
Too suddenly, it stopped, and I whined. He took it as a protest. It was, but for the stopping, not the spanking, and he snapped at me.
“You're getting what you deserve. You don't lie to the man you belong to.”
I panted when a broad stripe impacted my ass. It had to be a belt or a strap of some sort. I grunted again, twisting as
He laughed. “I didn't think so.”
“You're not a horseman either, are you?”
“No, not at all,” he said. “But one of my friends in the army was, and he used to pontificate endlessly on which bits were the best for which use.”
“Ah.”
“So who are you?”
“I'm just an orphan. Father killed in the woods one day, mother serving men in the city. I got lost.”
“And you have no one who you belong to?”
I shook my head, eyes wide. “No one.” He reached for my vest again. I leaned back. “I, um. Just because I'm not from the horse tribes doesn't mean I want to have sex with you.”
“Oh? Who said anything about sex? I'm just trying to clean you up, make amends for my clumsiness.”
Why does my cunt clench on every silken word he says? It's just because it's been far too long without relief.
“I, uh, I'm fine. Thank you.”
He caught my fluttering hands and pushed them to my sides. “I found you in the woods. You belong to me.”
Gods be damned, Fortuna, why do I keep ending up belonging to someone? I know it's just the way of the world, but ugh. Still, there are perks. My eyes slid up his muscular arms, his broad shoulders, and caressed his sharp jaw line. I bit my lip.
“There, you see?” he said. “I mean you no harm.”
My body revolted from my sense, and I remained where he put me, letting him unbutton the vest. It fell away, and with it the padding camp cloth. He pulled it away from my body, his brows quirked with curiosity. I watched his eyes travel up the cloth to the leather armor it was revealing underneath, and I saw the moment he realized what he was looking at. I blocked the first strike, the second and the third, but my arm muscles were too worn from the evening’s exertion, and I tumbled back, my kneeling stance hindering my movement. He followed me down, pinning my wrists to the ground. My thigh muscles screamed with the stretch, my feet tucked under my ass and pinned by my own weight.
His face came close to mine. It was closed now, deadly to me, the enemy in his sights.
“Who are you?”
I stared up at him. “My name is Marri.”
He shoved my wrists above my head so he could hold them in one hand and slap me with the other. I whimpered, the crotch of my suede pants nearly soaked through.
“What army?”
“General Amanda Tell.”
“Who is that?”
I pretended to cry. “If you don't know who she is, I'm even farther away than I thought.”
His brows came together. “What are you talking about?”
“I got lost on a scouting mission. I can't find my way back.”
He rolled his eyes, and too late I remembered he was a scout himself. He sat up and yanked me forward, pulling me down over his hard-muscled thighs. I whimpered.
“You expect me to believe lie after lie!”
I swallowed hard. Fortuna, I'm losing my edge. What the hell is wrong with me? His hand crashed down on my buttocks, but the leather blunted the sting. He realized it, too, and I found myself shoved face first into a blanket while he lifted my hips with his knee and jerked my pants down. I heard a button pop, and lamented silently.
His hand slammed into my naked flesh, and I hissed. Had it been that long since I was spanked? Or was I still sore from William’s beating? He spanked hard, each impact resonating deep in my flesh, and I began to whimper, my thighs rubbing together in an effort to keep from revealing just how wet my cunt was. He was too focused on turning my ass crimson to notice. I grunted as his palm laid down layer after layer of spanks.
Too suddenly, it stopped, and I whined. He took it as a protest. It was, but for the stopping, not the spanking, and he snapped at me.
“You're getting what you deserve. You don't lie to the man you belong to.”
I panted when a broad stripe impacted my ass. It had to be a belt or a strap of some sort. I grunted again, twisting as
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