I stay because Samuel's commands offer the security I crave but will not name. The binding rite binds me to him and his raiders with every act of yielding until the feast.
Every day he orders me into shared tasks that test my obedience before the others. In the evenings his private commands require acts of submission that strip my pride, each one leaving me more exposed and desperate for his direction. The commands grow bolder with each passing day.
If the rite fails I lose the only bond that protects me. I could refuse the next command. I never do.
Scorching medieval menage degradation erotica featuring dominant commands, shared yielding, and escalating submission. For readers who crave raiders who command and the woman who yields to them.
