Rainlashed by Leda Swann Page A

lonely sailor, could ever make her feel as hungry and excited as this man could.
    The aftermath of pleasure was still shivering through her body. Indeed, she might even pay him another visit—next time leaving her seal skin safely with an aunt so that he could not capture her again. Then she would be free to stay or to go as she pleased. How deliciously the tables would be turned then. She would be in control and he would have to bend his mind towards pleasing her if he wanted her to stay.
    But for now there was no time to waste in such enticing fantasies. She had to please him in order to regain her precious freedom. She had best not forget her task.
    It was strange how long humans stayed on heat, Maya thought to herself as she followed the man up the staircase. Less than two moments ago she had experienced the most intense pleasure in her life, a pleasure that had utterly satisfied her and drained her, and left her feeling so satiated she thought that never again would she be able to feel desire.
    But her utter satisfaction had lasted only for the space of a dozen heartbeats. Even now her body was aching for more. Already she wanted him to fuck her again, as hard and as fast and as thoroughly as he had the first time.
    He threw open a door at the top of the staircase. “This will be your bedchamber. You will sleep here every night, unless I tell you otherwise. I will join you when it pleases me to do so.”
    She walked in over the threshold, her reawakening lust temporarily forgotten as she took in her surroundings with a curious eye.
    Seals by their very nature had no possessions to speak of. No seal could possess the fish in the sea that fed them, or the rocks on the beach where they slept in the warm sunshine. When you were hungry, you went hunting and ate whatever you caught—fish, or tasty squid or, if you were very lucky, delectable pink jellyfish with translucent tentacles, whose faint sting only added an extra fillip of fun to the meal. When you were tired, you rested on the rocks by the sea. What use was anything else to them?
    Humans, so it seemed, were very different. Not only did they build themselves houses of wood and stone, but they filled up their houses with all sorts of interesting and unusual items. She’d heard about them from stories, of course, but never before had she seen them with her own eyes.
    A platform covered in garments which served for sleeping on, stood in pride of place in the room. She sat on it gingerly, and tested out the springiness of it beneath her buttocks. It was much better than rocks for sitting on, she quickly decided. She would like to lie on her back on it, with the man on top of her, fucking her face to face. It was at once firm and strong, but at the same time as soft and giving as the foam on the ocean waves.
    So was the chair covered in cushions that stood in the curve of the window. Indeed, the chair was better, as it afforded a view of the sea. The waves were more distant that she would have liked—she could not see the beach, only the water.
    She stopped still and listened intently, but all she could hear were the steps of the master, and the sound of his breathing. “Hush,” she whispered to him, holding her own breath on the word.
    He stood still and hushed just for a moment, but it was long enough. His silence told her that she could still hear the muted roar of the ocean, even from so far away, if she listened with all her might. The sound brought a smile to her heart. He could not cut her off completely from the ocean waves that were her lifeblood. She could still hear their call from behind her prison walls.
    With a start she realized the master had started to speak to her. Belatedly, she began to listen to him.
    “—inside the walls of this chamber, you are free to roam around as naked as you were born. As soon as you step outside, however,” and he fixed her with a steely glare, “you must cover your body. That is your first rule and you must obey it