Page 35 of Bought to Break
She said nothing, but the tongue that came out to moisten her lips as her eyes fluttered about was his undoing. He pulled the cover from her and ordered her up.
She complied immediately, and inwardly he groaned. It was as if she truly wanted to please him, and he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. She stood in front of him, gloriously naked and quivering slightly, her gaze on the floor in front of her.
‘Look at me.’
She raised her eyes slowly until they came to rest on his.
‘Kneel.’
Slowly, she dropped to the fur-covered floor.
‘Do you know what I want of you?’
Still looking up at him, she nodded hesitantly.
‘Speak aloud.’
‘I think so, but I – I’m sorry. I don’t know how.’
‘You’ve never taken a cock in your mouth?’
She shook her head.
‘Open,’ he ordered, ‘and gods help you if you bite me.’
He pushed the tip past her lips and waited as she grew used to the intrusion. ‘Use your tongue.’
He felt a tentative lick and groaned, resisting the urge to grab her head and thrust himself down her throat. He was large and she was untried. He wasn’t a complete monster, he discovered. He pushed in further.
‘Suck,’ he ordered. ‘Use your hands here.’
He showed her where to touch him at the base of his shaft, the pressure to use and how to move, and soon he was pushing into her mouth as she took him in her fist. He found he liked her inexperience, enjoyed her hesitation and resolve to please him. He even liked that she couldn’t swallow him fully. She instinctively began to quicken her pace and his fingers laced through her long red hair as he thrust into her hot, wet mouth. He came suddenly, harder than he ever had before, throwing back his head with a roar as his seed spurted down her throat. Surprised, she tried to tear herself away, but he held her fast until he was finished.
‘Swallow it,’ he growled, and she nodded with wide eyes.
He helped her to her feet, unsure what to say. He felt sated as he hadn’t in ages, perhaps not ever. He wanted to thank her for allowing him to be the first, tell her that he’d never felt such pleasure. Instead he told her gruffly to get back into the bed.
He didn’t meet her gaze as he turned away, but he knew she wanted reassurance. He shouldn’t give her any, shouldn’t encourage this, but he made the mistake of looking back at her and saw confusion and distress. For some reason the idea of leaving her in such a state was distasteful. In the past, he would have done that and worse – and revelled in it. Now, he cupped her face gently and traced his thumb over her mouth.
‘You did well,’ he said softly, tucking her under the covers.
He went back to his desk and worked far into the night. He gave the orders that the camp was to be packed up at dawn to make the short journey to where the rest of the Army was waiting. Then he called in his most reliable man, Henrick, and gave the care of the slave to him. He couldn’t be near her any more than was necessary. What had happened had proven as much. He dozed in his chair the rest of the night, not trusting himself any closer to her.
In the morninghe woke to the screams of the soldier who’d interrupted him the afternoon before. Orders were orders and he was to be obeyed. A good flogging once in a while kept the others in line. He splashed some cold water on his face and set his clothing to rights.
The woman began to stir. Kane picked up her dress from the floor and tossed it onto the bed where she lay, not looking at her.
‘Get dressed unless you want to travel naked,’ he said coldly, striding from the tent. Outside, he barked at Henrick to see to her and walked into the trees for a piss. Already wanting to be back in her presence, he swore. It was going to be a long three days before he was rid of her.
Chapter 18
Lana
Lana donned her dress just in the nick of time as an older man she didn’t recognise walked into the tent. He was one of the Brothers’ soldiers, that much she could see, but his presence made her eyes dart this way and that, looking for a suitable weapon in case he attacked. Her panic must have been evident because he put his hands up, didn’t come any closer and introduced himself as Henrick. He told her that he would see to her needs until they reached their destination and she need only ask him for whatever she willed. He pointed at the table, which seemed to be constantly stocked with fresh food, though she never saw anyone bring any, and told her they’d be leaving before the sun shone through the trees.
She ate some fruit hurriedly, saw to her ablutions as quickly as she could and was waiting for Henrick when he came to collect her a little while later. He escorted her outside just as the main tent was beginning to be dismantled. Everything else had been packed up with military precision, she noted. Everything had its place and everyone had a job to do. Everyone but her. She frowned as she was led to a horse. She hadn’t been truly useful in weeks. She’d been a slave for years and she’d always had work to do. Now there was nothing, and it was starting to bother her. But then, a lot of things were bothering her. That was perhaps the least of them.
She was helped onto a gelding’s back, then Henrick left her to mount his own stallion. She was to ride alone and had been given a docile ‘lady’s horse’ that couldn’t outrun one of theirs – as if she had anywhere to flee to. If she’d learned anything over the past few days, it was that she was woefully ill-prepared for the world outside her village. And utterly alone.
