The following excerpt is from my work in progress The Knight’s Prisoner, a medieval spanking story.
“Do you need anything?”
“Just you,” she whispered, her lips trembling.
His cock went hard. He picked her up under the armpits like a child, lifting her to wrap her legs around his waist. “We’ll be back in a little bit,” he said, turning to walk away.
“Ack, Ferrum!” Phillip called out, sounding exasperated.