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and you clearly resent my leadership, so I will follow you.”
    She folded her arms across her chest, her eyes narrowed. “What kind of trick is this?”
    He shook his head. “No trick.”
    “Oh, and I suppose you'd let me beat you like you beat me?”
    “You may do as you wish to me. I doubt you'll find that effective, but I'm sure you can come up with punishments that are. I will obey you, so long as your orders don't interfere with the prince's. ”
    She looked at him warily. “You jest.”
    He shook his head. “I do not jest. I'm not afraid of taking orders from you.”
    “Take off your clothes,” she tested him.
    He stood up and disrobed while she watched, the mistrust melting slightly from her face.
    “Lie down. On your belly,” she said, indicating his bedroll with her chin.
    He obeyed. He heard the rustle of clothing and turned his head to the side to watch her remove her outer dress, then pull his sword belt off the heap of his clothes. She stalked over to him with unmistakable purpose. His ball sack tightened. The thought of her whipping him was arousing. She stood at his side and swung the belt, catching his arse in the downward arc. The bite of it was a welcome sensation. His cock hardened. She lifted her arm again and swung again. He saw the darker tips of her nipples through the thin linen shift, and the movement of her breasts as she swung the belt over and over again. Her face was flushed, and her focus on her task intense. Her aim was poor, sometimes striking his legs and sometimes his back, but he didn't mind. The sting of the leather added to the rising heat flowing through his veins, a molten lust that was rapidly transporting him to some other place, where only the two of them existed.
    She paused, her breasts bouncing, her fine silky hair slipping free of its braid. “I'm not hurting you at all, am I?” she panted. He couldn't speak. Something in his face must have given him away, because her eyes narrowed. She nudged her foot under his hips. “Roll over!”
    He rolled over, and his cock stood at full attention.
    She made a noise of indignation. “You find this arousing ? So, this is the trick of it!”
    He smiled guiltily. “I didn't tell you to whip me,” he reminded her. “Mayhap it's not the whipping but the state of your undress that has me aroused.”
    Her mouth twitched with a little smile. She swung her leg over him to straddle him standing, so he had a full view of her sex—that dark pink heart he so longed to caress. She was watching his face, and she must have liked what she saw, because her lips curved into a seductive smile. She'd seen the power she had over him. Slowly, sensually, she pulled the shift up, revealing more of her legs, then the provocative curves of her perfect arse, traveling up over her flat belly, and finally freeing those magnificent bobbing breasts as she pulled it off her head and tossed it to the ground.
    He wanted to grab her and yank her down on top of him, but he controlled himself. She was in charge now. She was his master. And the idea of that was just as arousing to him as the idea of dominating her. She reached her fingers down and stroked her sex, and his breath escaped him in a soft moan. With two fingers she spread the lips of her sex wide for his view. “Is this what you want?” she asked, her voice low and throaty.
    “Aye,” he gasped.
    The wicked smile curved on her lips again.
    “Beg for it.”
    He licked his dry lips. “Please, Dani. Please, let me lick it.”
    Her own face lost composure for a moment, then she grinned like a satisfied cat and slowly lowered herself over his face.
    “Aye, Slave Ferrum, you may,” she purred.
    He cupped her round bottom in his two hands and set to work eagerly—applying his tongue from her pleasure pearl to her arsehole and back again—sucking, licking, and penetrating. He watched her face, noting with satisfaction when pleasure started to overtake her and she closed her eyes, letting her head