Page 48 of Warlord's Mate
The look on his face was one she’d seen too many times to count. He was furious, only this time that fury was directed at her. Maybe this game wasn’t a good idea after all.
“Do you test me? Is that why you constantly disobey?”
His voice boomed in the stillness. “I wasn’t—”
“—You were told to stay within the confines of camp!” He looked around at the trees. “This is clearly not camp.” Crossing the space between them, he pulled her close, her neck straining as she looked up at him. “Do I need to teach you lessons as well?”
Depends on the lessons.She didn’t reply, her gaze shooting across camp instead. Darqu’s rotting corpse filled her line of vision. Surely that wasn’t the type of lesson he meant. “No, I—”
He cut her off before she could say another word, his grip on her arm tightening. “You will obey me, human, or pay for your insolence.”
“Look, I—” She stopped talking when he turned her and marched her across camp. The other females watched them walk past, their eyes wide. Krista was the only one that didn’t look worried. If anything, she appeared amused.
The warlord took her to his hut, ordering her inside. She stopped a few steps from the door, puzzled when he didn’t follow her in. She was about to step to the leather door flap and look out when he walked in and let the flap fall shut behind him.
He gave her a harsh look before heading to the other side of the room. “Don’t get all worked up. I was just —”
“Quiet,” he said, rifling through the wooden box that sat along the wall. “You will speak when given permission to do so.” He pulled a piece of cloth in an unusual shade of turquoise from the box he was looking through and turned back to her. Maybe she should have thought this out more.
“I don’t think you realize how much trouble you are to me.” He stalked across the room toward her. “I have killed for you, ordered my men to treat you differently than the other females here, and yet you still walk about camp as if you are free to do as you please.”
“I was only trying—”
“—You will be silent.”
Marcy bit her tongue to keep from saying anything else and watched him advance on her.
“From this moment on, you will do nothing unless I have given you permission to do so, is that clear?”
She opened her mouth but one look at his face told her not to utter a word.
“Give me your hand.”
Curiosity brought her hand up. It had nothing to do with him telling her to do it.
Liar.
The material he held turned out to be a long strip of cloth. Marcy watched him tie it around her wrist, wondering what he was doing until he said, “Give me the other.”
The look in his eyes was one she hadn’t seen since the day under the waterfall. Her pulse leaped when he reached for her hand, tying it securely to the other then backing her across the room to one of the poles that held the roof up. A small metal peg was nailed into the beam. He pulled on her bound hands and hooked the cloth to it.
“Pull yourself free and I’ll let you go without punishment.”
Marcy stared at him for long moments before she looked up and wiggled her arms. The last time she’d been in this position, she’d been naked and standing in front of untold numbers of aliens in the arena. Like then, her toes barely touched the ground, and she didn’t have enough leverage to lift up any higher. She was stuck.
The warlord took a step toward her, stopping so close she could feel his breath against her face. “Have I not provided for you? Sheltered you? Clothed you?” A muscle in his cheek clenched. “I’ve killed for you and yet, you dare try to leave me.” He grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You belong to me,e’mahn neok. Did I not tell you punishment would be severe if you tried to leave again?”
An eager glint flashed in his eyes. Maybe she wasn’t the only one playing this game. Marcy opened her mouth to reply, but he lunged for her, grabbing and turning her head and biting into the side of her neck so quickly, a stunned scream crawled up her throat. The noise echoed in the room, her ears ringing at the sound. The pain she felt was replaced a moment later with a surge of heat that traveled the entire length of her body, ending up between her legs. She moaned as the burn was followed by small sparks of pleasure. What the hell was he doing to her?
The warlord pulled his teeth from her skin, then licked the spot he’d bitten her before lifting his head. His lips were stained red. He met her gaze before looking at the small trickle of blood that was flowing down her chest.
Marcy sucked in a breath when he reached for the criss-crossing band of cloth that covered her chest and pulled it aside, exposing her entire breast to him. She watched the drop of blood and glanced at him when it reached her areola. He licked the blood from his lips and lifted his eyes to hers. She felt the trickle of blood hit her nipple and sucked in a shaky breath when he bent his head, his tongue extending. The moment he licked her breast free of the blood, the heat that had been coursing though her veins intensified. The sight of him licking her nipple, his tongue circling the hardened bud, caused a shudder to race through her limbs. When his lips closed around it, the gentle pull as he sucked caused her non existent panties to fill with moisture.
She moaned, closed her eyes and leaned her head back, relishing the feel of him sucking her breast. He freed the other, his big hand cupping it and giving it small squeezes before he pinched the nipple.
She’d never been into bondage before but she’d read Fifty Shades of Grey. She didn’t know many who hadn’t and like all the others, wondered what it would feel like to be chained and pleasured. Well, if this was it, she should have signed up ages ago.
The warlord moved to her other breast, sucking and nibbling on her nipple before going back to the other. She lost track of time and briefly wondered if it was possible to orgasm just from someone sucking your tits. The pulsing throb between her legs said yeah … it was possible.