“Yes, Sire.”
“Lay back. Prepare for me.”
She did as she was ordered, spreading her legs and raising her hands above her head, raising her breasts. He looked down on her, disdainful. “I don’t know why I should dirty myself with you. You are an ungrateful slave, and you should be punished.”
She said nothing, knowing that she would only incite his anger further. Why on earth had she allowed him to know of her pleasure? That was nothing but foolish. She heard a feminine titter, but didn’t know who it was from.
The King unbuttoned his codpiece, which was decorated into the shape of a skull. Sinead watched as he pulled forth his p***s. It was flaccid. As he stared at her, he fondled himself, pulling and tugging on his member. It swelled in his hand. Sinead would not meet his eyes, trying to
