War Prize

Vonna Harper

The warlike Malar have won. The Zebede are vanquished. The Zebede prince has
no choice but to hand his youngest daughter Saarah over to the Warrior-God Dagen.
Dagen, weary from years of fighting, takes possession of Saarahs lush young body.
He will not abuse his captive, no Warrior-God would do such a thing. But he knows
how to reach through her defenses and will teach her to revere and honor him. Saarah,
however, is no passive prisoner. Passionate and strong-willed, she has needs that wont
be denied.
As lust turns to passion and passion turns to intimacy, Dagen and Saarah begin the
tentative steps of a journey neither expected to travel, sharing parts of themselves
theyd never expected to reveal.



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WAR PRIZE
Vonna Harper


War Prize
Chapter One

The Malar have proven themselves as foes worthy of the greatest respect. Perhaps
we should have known how difficult defeating them would prove to be when they first
arrived. If wed had the wisdom of hindsight, I truly believe we would not have raised
our weapons against them. However, the past cannot be changed. We can only look
into tomorrow.
Grateful for the oversized wooden chair that had been provided him for the
surrender ceremony, Malar Warrior-God Dagen studied the Zebede prince who stood
before the assembled fighters from both nations. The prince, second-in-command,
appeared to be in his early sixties, making Dagen wonder whether he had the fire
necessary to rule once the ancient king died. One thing about being a Warrior-God,
Dagen would never be required to assume responsibility for an entire people.
Hardly, he reassured himself behind tight lips. Instead, his value lay in his
willingness to put his life on the line, a willingness that was about to be rewarded.
The Zebede bow before superior strength, the prince went on. We surrender to
it. And as proof of that surrender, we turn our most valuable citizens over to the Malar.
For the seasons they intend to remain on what was once our land alone, ownership of
those possessions belongs to the Malars.
The princes voice had rung strong throughout the ceremony that had begun with
the laying down of all Zebede weapons, but now the older man faltered, and even from
this distance, Dagen saw his eyes darken.
The Malar have three Warrior-Gods. I now invite each of them to step forward and
accept their reward.
Although hed known this moment would come, Dagen wished he could stay
where he was. Instead, he positioned his battered body on weary legs and joined his
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fellow fighters in the short walk to the platform where the prince stood. As befitted his
station, he took his position to the right of the others, closest to the prince.
As we were preparing for this part of the ceremony, the prince continued, the
other Zebede leaders and I gave considerable thought to what we would say, but in the
end we realized action would speak more firmly than words. Thus I will simply present
your rewards to you.
After briefly lowering his head, the prince clapped his hands. All talking stopped.
Cognizant of the attention now focused on him, Dagen threw back his shoulders and
rested a hand on the knife at his side. No matter his reaction, he wouldnt show any
emotion. Still, in deference to the seriousness of what was happening, he turned in the
direction everyone was looking.
Three young women were walking toward the platform. All wore loose, light
garments that flowed over their bodies from neck to ankles. Despite the abundance of
fabric, the pale yellow material did nearly nothing to hide the forms beneath. Their eyes
were downcast, their steps slow, feet dragging over the dirt. When hed first learned
what was going to happen, Dagen had assumed the women would be bound as
symbolic of their humbled status, but they wore no restraints.
By turning his attention to the ache at the small of his back, he managed a
disinterested air, but as the trio drew closer, he took careful note of the creatures. All
three were in their prime with high breasts and taut thighs. As was true of all Zebede,
they had dark, nearly black hair, but unlike the men who kept theirs close-cut, the
females straight, thick masses were so long they nearly reached their waists. They were
slender but not scrawny, long limbed although the tallest couldnt be more than three
inches over five feet. Flat, smooth bellies led him to conclude they hadnt given birth.
Could they be virgins? From what hed learned about the Zebede, they were a lusty
race. It was the norm for the young and unmarried to experiment with a variety of sex
partners before the mate claiming ceremony. He wasnt sure how he felt knowing he
wouldnt be his gifts first.
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This, the prince pointed at the woman whod led the way, is my youngest
daughter. Our governing body agreed that offering her would leave no doubt of our
commitment to ending the hostilities between our people.
The woman had clenched her fists as her father spoke. Although her arms remained
at her sides, Dagen sensed she was close to losing self-control. If the prince hadnt just
said what he had, he would have taken her as the old mans granddaughter.
Like her companions, she has benefited from an education and can both read and
write. I had hoped she would show an affinity for the arts as our most feminine females
do, but she has proven to be of an independent mind. The prince cleared his throat. I
tell you this because I do not want any of you to assume ownership of her believing she
blindly embraces her new role in life.
Equal parts impatience and discomfort had Dagen wishing he could order the
prince to complete the ceremony, but he didnt want anyone thinking he was anything
except patiently accepting his reward.
I am not certain how to handle this part, the prince said, looking uncomfortable.
I suppose I could simply assign a possession to each of you, but perhaps you have
your own preferences.
These are sex slaves? Dagen asked, his tone slightly condescending as befitted a
conqueror. They present themselves as free women. As such, they are in need of a
great deal of work before they can be of service.
You disapprove? the prince asked. We, ah, we indeed have sex slaves, but those
creatures have been handled by many men. Our intention was to gift you with
unspoiled flesh, the finest the Zebede has.
Relatively unspoiled, Dagen muttered. Have they at least been instructed to treat
us as we are, their lords and owners?
Clearing his throat, the prince looked over at the assembled Zebede officials. They
have. You need have no concern that they will object to, ah, whatever you want them to
do.
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Hmm. Perhapsperhaps not. It remains to be seen whether they know the
consequences if they offer any opposition.
Blinking rapidly, the prince worked at closing his mouth. Without looking at the
other Zebede, Dagen guessed they too had gotten the point. Despite todays polite
formality, this gathering was designed to leave no doubt of who the winners and losers
were. The Zebede had been defeated, and in that defeat, theyd turned control of a vital
waterway over to the Malar. As victors, the Malar could deny river access to the Zebede
if anything a Zebede did displeased them.
Im assuming by your silence, Dagen continued, that the answer is yes. Given
that, I want a public display by these creatures of their acceptance as sex slaves.
Hed said sex slave with an eye on the trio of women so he could judge their
reaction. He was both pleased and disconcerted to note a mix of disbelief and
resignation in their dark eyes. Shaking off any regret he might feel over the abrupt
change in the females lives, including the loss of their freedom, he planted himself in
front of the princes daughter. Feeling like a giant next to her petite body, he noted her
sweet, clean scent and gleaming hair.
What am I? he asked her in a tone designed to carry.
A-a Malar warrior. She kept her attention on the ground.
A Warrior-God, bravest of the brave and strongest of the strong. Unless Ive been
sleeping on the ground too long and my back is in misery. And your master. Say it, what am
I to you?
She was silent just long enough for him to grow impatient. My master, she finally
muttered.
And that makes you my what?
Yourpossession.
No! he corrected. Say it. What have you become?
She sucked in a long breath. Your sex slave.
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Her voice reminded him of something half forgotten, a light breeze whispering
through spring leaves perhaps. And with that joke of a garment leaving little to the
imagination, how could he not stare at those full breasts with their dark, erect nipples?
Damn her body for speaking so arrogantly to his!
Thats right, he belatedly said. And what does such a creature do when
presented with her masters body?
Once again her fingers knotted, turning her knuckles white. Hed had sex slaves
before, mindless souls passed among the warriors only to be left behind when the
warriors moved on. He didnt think of them as his personal possessions but then what
did he want with a piece of flesh he had total and unrelenting responsibility for when
his role as Warrior-God was never-ending? This gift, however, was going to be different
because the Malar would remain on Zebede-land until winter and both Malar and
Zebede would watch his every move.
Good thing hed been raised and trained to take control.
I asked you a question. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he forced her to look up at
him. What has your primary responsibility in life become?
Tears he guessed were born of discomfort filmed her eyes. I-I am certain you will
tell me, Master.
Indeed I will. Listen to me. From now on whenever you see me, you will drop to
your knees and await my command.
Instead of doing what hed in essence ordered her to do, her tears died to be
replaced by a blaze of fury.
What is thisdefiance? he thundered. Then, remembering where he was, he
released her hair but remained in her space. Indeed, he said to her father, she has
been allowed to run free. As a result, she hasnt learned to respect her superiors. Never
mind. He waved off the older mans attempt to speak. I appreciate a challenge. And
in preparation for that challengeNamid, do you have the slave collars?
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Giving Dagen a quick smile, senior warrior Namid dug into the pouch he carried
and pulled out three leather straps. More than two inches wide with a lock and a D ring
imbedded in them, theyd long been considered the essential and often only adornment
for a sex slave.
Dagen held up the collars for everyone to see. Ceremony and symbolism is a vital
part of what today is about, he announced. As such, I want everyone to see and
understand. Now, slave, kneel.
Instead, she became so tense he thought she might shatter. For the first time, he
wondered what she was thinking and how much fear warred with anger. She was a
little thing, maybe weighing half what he did, and yet he didnt anticipate her
immediately surrendering to him. Wondering about the reservoir of strength in that
slight body blunted some of his displeasure. He also pondered what her body against
his would feel like, her soft skin contrasting with his rough flesh. Was her woman-place
large enough to accommodate his cock, and how long would it take him to teach or
force her to accept it?
Kneel, he repeated in a tone designed for just her ears. Before I make you regret
it.
Something, maybe a nod, disturbed her sleek hair. Then, graceful beyond graceful,
she lowered herself to the ground with her hands resting on her thighs. She didnt look
up at him.
Mindful of the audience, he selected one of the collars and slipped the leather over
the back of her neck. He paused a moment before bringing the two ends together at the
base of her throat.
Listen to the sound, he told her. And when you hear the click, understand that it
wont come off for as long as I have use for you. I will control you with the ring worked
into it. Rope or chain, maybe more leather, the means wont matter. You are my pet, my
dog, my slave.
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Ah yes, her fingers were digging into her thighs, and her breathing had quickened.
Studying her reaction, he remembered the day hed captured the wild dog that had
eventually become the first bitch in his dog pack. Instead of wildly fighting the ropes
hed thrown over her, the bitch had watched him with wary eyes and exposed fangs.
This sex-slave-in-the-making might have fangs of her own.
Not bothering to further explain what he was doing, he pushed the metal together.
A quick snap and it claimed her. She immediately straightened, her body looking as if it
would break if he tried to bend it. Her nails were now caught on the worthless fabric,
snagging it. If anything, her nipples looked harder than before. A wave of power
crashed into him to erase all awareness of his aching body. His cock came to life, but
because it was hidden beneath his thick, knee-length garment, only he knew.
Or did he?
Leaving the question to try to answer later, he turned the collar around so the D
ring was in front. He considered looping a finger through it and dragging her to her
feet, but hed just informed her that her usual position was now on her knees.
Are you finished? Namid asked. Perhaps you want
Yes, I do, he interrupted. These people need to understand what it means to be
defeated.
Namid again rummaged in his pouch and pulled out more leather straps. These
were narrower and more pliable with an adjustable buckle. Dagen held up the one hed
chosen. The princes mouth thinned, but he wisely said nothing. Then Dagen dangled
the strap in front of his new slave.
I do not yet have a reason to trust you, he informed her. Granted, so far you
have obeyed, but you are a wild animal unaccustomed to being dominated. And a wild
animal often bolts. This is to ensure that wont happen.
Leaving her to consider what hed just said, he stepped behind her. He draped the
leather over his shoulder before taking hold of her wrists and drawing her arms back.
He didnt let up the pressure until her elbows nearly touched. His intention had been to
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bind her wrists together, but seeing her elbows kiss gave him another idea. Gripping
both wrists in a single hand, he held them in place while taking hold of the strap. Not
giving her time to react, he quickly looped the strap over her elbows and drew it tight,
stopping short of risking a disjointed shoulder. After securing the buckle, he stepped
back and walked around to her front.
She was staring up at him, glaring really, with her breasts thrusting toward him
and her arms hidden behind her. He hadnt just handcuffed her, hed imprisoned her
from shoulders to wrists.
Get used to that, he said, relying on his public voice again. Slavery is a matter of
restraint, restraint in whatever form your master desires. Just as the Malar are taking
control of the river, I, Warrior-God Dagen, have taken control of you.
Something that might be fear entered her eyes, but before he could be sure, the
expression slipped away to be replaced by anger. Yes, shed fight if she could.
And in the fighting, shed learn.
Learn to worship him.
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Chapter Two

A sensation shed never experienced before stole over the base of Saarahs throat
and flooded her bloodstream, but she forced herself to concentrate on the man standing
over her. Although shed often seen the Malar warriors from a distance, that hadnt
prepared her for being this close to one of the enemy. No matter how fervently shed
promised her father that shed accept her new role in life, could she?
The arrogant beast who called himself a Warrior-God was staring at her breasts.
Studying them as if he had every right to them.
He does, she reminded herself. The thought weakened her, and for a moment she
thought she was going to collapse. But she was royaltys youngest daughter. She
wouldnt shame her family, she wouldnt! Straightening her spine, she glared at her
new master with his thick, unruly red hair and harsh jaw until he lifted his gaze from
her breasts to her eyes. Remaining silent took most of her self-control. Why had he
come to the surrender ceremony wearing only a leather garment that covered him from
belly to thighs? His chest was too broad and sun-darkened, his arms the most muscular
shed ever seen.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noted that her masters two companions were
placing collars around her friends necks. The faint locking sounds made her shudder.
Between that and her useless arms, panic was only a breath away. Much as she wanted
to stare at her father and force him to acknowledge her, she didnt. Whatever his
regrets, hed have to deal with them on his own. She had enough to handle herself.
As the moments ticked past, she began to wonder if her master was deliberately
holding her in this strange suspension of locked gazes and silence. She couldnt read
anything in his deep-set gray eyes. Maybe he felt nothing. Was that what it took for a
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Malar to succeed as a warrior? He had to be devoid of all emotion? If so, hed never care
about her.
After too long he placed his big, warm, rough hands around her upper arms and
drew her to her feet. Much as she hated admitting how dependent she was on him for
balance, she had no doubt he knew. At least she no longer had to look into those
mysterious eyes of his, or rather she wouldnt have if she hadnt caught his gaze again
moving to her breasts.
Damn him for securing her in such a way that she was forced to arch her back!
Between hating him for staring as if she was naked and an equal emotion aimed at her
father whod chosen the worthless gowns she and the other two women wore, she
might have taken a knife to both of themif shed been able.
The peace ceremony is over? Dagen asked her father. My presence is no longer
needed?
No, my liege. You are free to leave.
Ive always been free.
That said, he produced a short length of rope she hadnt noticed and looped it
through the metal ring in her collar. His words reverberated in her mind and became a
dark knot in the pit of her stomach.
Head as high as she could keep it and not risk losing her balance, she trailed after
him as he led the way through the assembled Zebede and Malar. Her people were on
her left, the newcomers to her right, all appearing as a blur. Much as she needed to
connect with those shed spent her life with, she couldnt think how to concentrate
enough to make that happen. At the same time, she struggled not to focus on those
shed always considered the enemy.
Feeling as if she were walking away from everything shed ever known and
entering an alien world, she forced herself to learn all she could about the man known
as Dagen. Unfortunately, his thighs and calves carried the same powerful message as
his chest. His large, taut leg muscles spoke of someone who spent most of his life on his
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feet. Unlike her father and most older Zebede, he had no hint of a belly. His single
garment clung to hip bones undoubtedly covered by weathered flesh and no fat. There
was nothing soft about him.
Did he spend his every waking hour as a Warrior-God? It never occurred to him to
sit motionless while studying cloud formations or the flight of birds? From early
childhood perhaps, hed been compelled to put physical prowess before everything
else?
The questions without answers caused her head to pulse, and the more distance she
put between herself and her people, the more she longed to flee what she was walking
into. Dagen wasnt a gentle or considerate man. His battle-hardened body didnt so
much as whisper of compassion. He believed he owned her. As long as he did, hed use
her as he saw fit.
Place his stamp of ownership on her body.
Sweat pooled between her shoulder blades and ran down her back. Her head, arms
and legs itched, and dust seeped in around her sandals. The city was behind them, the
Malar stronghold, which consisted of tents and small, simple wooden buildings, just
ahead. From what she could tell, the encampment was deserted except for them, proof
that the Malar were confident the peace conference had truly ended all fighting.
A whisper of alarm pulled her out of her thoughts in time to avoid running into her
captor. Stopping abruptly, she realized hed turned toward her. Some of the dark
shadows had left his eyes. As for what had replaced that, she couldnt and wouldnt
say.
This is where Ive been staying. He jerked his head at a small structure consisting
of a sloping wall and three sides constructed from tree branches woven together and
secured to tree trunks that had been driven into the ground to form the structures base.
At first she couldnt think why hed left one side open, then concluded it must be in
deference to summers heat. Privacy was important to the Zebede, but obviously it
meant little to the Malar. What else was different about the two races?
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Thinking to take in her surroundings to help her better answer the question, she
started to turn to the left. A stab of pain in her shoulder blades stopped her. Too late she
realized shed gasped in discomfort.
On the tail of a deep-throated grunt, he stepped behind her and tugged at the bonds
around her elbows. Her arms fell free, giving rise to a wave of pain that prompted her
to grip her elbows. Leaning over and rocking, she cursed the man responsible.
Left them restrained longer than perhaps I should have, did I? he asked. You
know why I tied you, dont you? To leave no doubt who is the slave and who the
master.
Only until winter arrives, she said, her teeth clenched.
Unless I decide to take you with me.
You cant. My father
Wont stand up to me. Surely you know that.
Ignoring her horrified look, he folded his arms across his chest and studied her.
Pain prickled through her limbs. No matter how long it took for the blood flow to be
restored, however, hed heard her last cry.
It wont take me that long, he said, the corner of his mouth lifting.
That long for what?
To turn you into my oh so willing sex slave.
Thats your goal? To get me to crawl after you like some mindless animal?
Like some hot and fuck-hungry beast, yes.
Shed been raised by a mother who insisted her daughters never see themselves as
mere extensions of the men in their lives. Sex, her mother maintained, made for
entertaining recreation. Life, however, didnt revolve around it, and any female who fell
under her clits spell was a fool. Oh. And how are you going to accomplish that? she
asked, wishing her mother could hear her now.
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Do you really think Im going to reveal my methods? He started to shake his
head only to stop and roll the rope hed been leading her with between his fingers.
Whats your name?
My name?
I want to know who Im ordering about. If you dont tell me, Ill choose something
to call you, perhaps name you after one of my dogs.
Although much of the Malars battle success came from their expertise with their
war-tested horses, they had several aggressive dog packs. Shed seen the long-limbed,
heavy-headed creatures and could imagine what the Malar called the ill-designed
beasts.
Saarah, she told him.
Hmm. I dont know if I like it.
Just as I dont know what to make of your title, she shot back. Unless he gagged
her, she wasnt about to be anything except what she was, a woman who spoke her
mind and chose death over the end to self-respect. Warrior-God? Are you really that
full of yourself?
There it was again, the shadow that had lurked in his eyes earlier. Guessing shed
pushed him too far, she concentrated on rubbing her arms. They felt nearly normal, but
she might learn more about him by his reaction to what she was doing.
I am what I am, he replied. What Im called is none of your concern. He cocked
his head to the side. How many sex partners have you had?
Shocked by the change in their so-called conversation, she vowed not to glance
down at his crotch. His shorts were made of leather thick enough that what lay behind
the material remained hidden. But if she studied that vital place long enough, her
imagination would turn a simple mound into something else, something impossible to
ignore. Pretending a disinterest in his cock she didnt feel, she concentrated on his
shoulder-brushing, wind-tossed hair.
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I asked you a question. He lightly tugged on her leash. Perhaps your father
offered you up because he believes your vast sexual experience will easily see you
through your seasons as my bitch.
Although she reminded herself that a man with a pack of dogs would easily throw
out the word bitch, she longed to slap him. The Zebede see sex as a natural function,
she told him, careful to keep emotion from her tone. Much as a boy or girl learns to
swim, they learn everything thats necessary about fucking.
Then youve had many partners? Maybe more than you can count.
As if shed tell him that! What does it matter?
It does! He jerked on the rope again. Im not interested in well-used goods.
Despite her alarm, she slid closer to him to make breathing easier. And even as she
gripped her forearms, she imagined attacking him with all her strength. Damn the man
for being what he was, powerful.
I spread my legs only when I have strong and positive feelings for the man who
wants me to do so, she said. When I care what he thinks and feels.
And how thick and long his cock is?
The question nearly made her laugh. Men were such fools when it came to their
tools. They thought all a woman needed to see was length and breadth before begging
to have that length and breadth buried in her.
Hardly, she said. Then she held up three fingers. Here is thickness. As for how
deep a cock can travel in me, it doesnt matter.
Genuine surprise gave his features a humanity she hadnt seen before. No longer
was she simply staring at a fighting force. Hed become a man, an individual. But as
intriguing as the change was, she knew not to let it distract her. He took that moment to
haul her even closer via the hated rope. With no choice but to acknowledge his far
superior strength, she felt herself going back in time to when hed lashed her elbows
together.
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She was his.
Much as she hated the very idea.
If you dont want a cock buried deep inside, it is because Zebede men dont know
what theyre doing, he told her. Either that or your body is flawed.
On the brink of retorting that her body served her well in all the ways that counted,
she remained silent. Somehow shed gone from massaging her arms to tightly gripping
the nearly transparent gown shed been forced to wear. Challenging him to satisfy her
in ways that approached the pleasure she experienced from stimulating herself might
put him on the defensive, but did she want that?
No. The last thing she wanted was a relationship with him, especially one revolving
around sex. Unfortunately, thats what defined their relationship.
No response? he asked. That said, he released the leash and closed his fingers
around her upper arms. Despite her attempt to resist, he hauled her so close that his
features blurred. His breath on her hair and forehead made her shiver. One thing I
insist on knowing, Saarah. When I take what by law and treaty is mine, will you fight?
In other words, will you see sex as rape? From the moment her father had informed
her of her role in the peacemaking, shed been trying to answer that very question.
Shed come to the only conclusion she could. She just hadnt believed her master would
care.
No, she whispered.
Why not?
I know whats expected of me. And your expectations.
Then you
Do what you want. I wont try to stop you.
But its not what you want.
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That doesnt matter. She spoke as much for herself as him. Im a Zebede. I need
my people to be proud of me. Whatever it takes for peace to exist between our people, I
will do everything I can to ensure it.
He muttered something that might not have been words. Still holding her against
the body that was even more solid than shed thought, he slowly ran his hands down
her arms. Reaching her wrists, he again placed her hands behind her, holding them
there with a single hand.
That left his other hand free to gather up the nothing fabric. Bit by bit, he brought
the hem higher. When it reached the join between legs and buttocks, she struggled to
keep her eyes open. If she closed them, she might lose the determination to remain the
independent woman shed been this morning.
But she couldnt stop him, and that was the hell of itthe hell and anticipation. Her
body was already awakening, and her mind was on the same journey, leaping ahead in
countless ways. That, coupled with her awakened nerves, left her unable to harden
herself against his assault.
His fingers grazed the underside of a buttock. He lifted it then let it settle back in
place. Something you need to think about, he muttered. Ive been without a woman
for a long time. My needs
Then do what you need to, she retorted around a hot knot in her throat. Get it
over with.
It? Is that how you think of sex?
You dont care, I know you dont. You, like all men, dont think beyond your
cock.
Again muttering something she couldnt understand, he leaned over her. Although
she hated herself for giving way before him, she couldnt stop herself from arching
away from his greater size. They remained so close, she couldnt begin to dismiss his
presence. Between his heat and the powerful fingers around her wrists, she was already
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forgetting what it meant to be a separate human being. To her shock, her nipples were
hardening.
But just because securing the waterway here has separated Malar men from their
women, he said, doesnt mean I dont know how to get ones attention. Ive heard
women scream in delight.
Other women, not me.
Is that why you were chosen to become my slave? Because you will lie there like
the dead while I fuck you? Youll feel nothing?
Ask the men whove come before you, she retorted and then silently cursed
herself for not swallowing the words.
Youre a bitch, a whore? Taking on any man who fills your palm with coins?
Of course not! Too late she realized he had to be taunting her.
Hmm. Perhaps just those with enough coins to make it worth your while.
Think what you will.
Oh I will, my little slave. Just as Ill take what I want. Your only say in whats
about to happen is whether itll take place on the ground with the sun beating down, or
on my bed.
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Chapter Three

His so-called bed consisted of a blanket thrown over what she assumed was a pile
of leaves and other ground debris. Much as she recoiled from the notion of submitting
there, she was even more opposed to placing her back on the ground.
Oh yes, her back. Men were such unimaginative beasts. All they thought about was
their selfish needs. It never occurred to them that their female partner might want
something else.
Youre not answering me, he said as he helped her straighten. To her discomfort,
he continued to restrain her hands. Whats your preference?
I told you, just get it over with. But not with rocks grinding into my spine.
Shaking his head, he released her and stepped back. Knowing he was studying her
was disconcerting, but she gave back as good as she was getting by staring at him in
return. The longer she was in his presence, the more his body made its impact on hers.
Thinking to give him less of her to gape at, she started to reach for her gowns hem in
preparation for covering her legs again.
Dont, he warned. You arent going to be wearing it much longer. In fact He
folded his arms over his chest. Take it off.
Accustomed as she was to a mans sometimes awkward fumbling, shed assumed
hed handle that chore. Fine. Whatever he wanted. Glaring at him, she gathered up the
abundance of fabric and hauled it over her head in a quick, no-nonsense move. She
started to drop the garment to the ground only to reconsider because this was the only
thing she had to wear. Nostrils flared and teeth clenched, she carefully folded it and
placed it just inside the shelter.
That done, she faced him square-on as if her nudity was of no concern. When he
silently returned her stare, she took hold of the rope dangling from the collar hed
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placed around her neck. What about this? Maybe you wont see me as naked as long as
Im wearing it.
Oh youre naked enough, all right.
Wincing, she had no choice but to admit shed asked for the comment. Shed been
so darned focused on proving that she could stand up to him that shed neglected to
think through the ramifications of removing her clothes. She suddenly felt, not exposed
so much as revealed. Granted, she couldnt do anything to change her bodys contours.
Her breasts were what they were, her waist small and hips designed for childbearing.
Her pubic hair was fair and sparse in contrast to the dark mane on her head and left
little to the imagination. And even with her legs now together, she suspected hed
caught more than a glimpse of her sex lips. In sharp contrast, the lump beneath his
shorts left nearly everything to the imagination.
In there. He pointed at his shelter. On the bed.
Caught between relief because he was obviously in a hurry, and knowing thered be
no putting off the moment, she did as hed ordered. Kneeling while keeping the stupid
rope out of the way was awkward, and what did she care if he noticed?
Instead of immediately crawling in after her, he took his time removing the belt
holding his knife. She half expected him to keep the weapon with him, but he left it in
its sheath and placed it on the ground. Next came his sturdy boots, followed by his
shorts. Under that he wore a simple piece of something that included a pouch for his
cock and straps that went around his waist and thighs to keep the pouch in place.
Zebede men sheltered their organs beneath bulky strips of cloth that sealed their
precious parts against an inner thigh. She couldnt decide which contraption made the
most sense.
Her mouth dried as he began working the strap down over his hips, and when his
cock popped free, she was hard-pressed not to gasp. As for not staringwhat did it
matter? Whether this was the largest cock shed ever seen was unimportant. It belonged
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to a man who, along with his fellow warriors, had bested her people at nearly every
battle, a man with every right to ram it into her.
Prepare yourself, he ordered.
No!
Now.
Shed been on her hands and knees, but as he started toward her, she shifted
position so she was sitting on her ass with her hands behind her for support and her
legs outstretched. A quick push against her breasts on his part and shed be in position
for
Learning whether the Malar and Zebede can work together to advance the
waterway is going to be interesting.
That said, he lowered himself to his knees. He took more time than necessary to
complete the act, and his lips thinned with his every move. The last battle between their
respective people had been some four days ago. She hadnt noticed any bruises on him,
but then certain aches and pains didnt show.
You dont have to do this right now, she nearly told him, but putting off the inevitable
wouldnt change anything. Besides, what did she care whether sex and discomfort went
together for him today?
Ive long wondered how much, if anything, our people have in common, he
continued. Maybe, from dealing with you, Ill learn the answers.
The only thing you and I have in common is proximity.
Perhaps.
Distracted by what might be a melancholy note, she stopped dreading his next
move. He couldnt possibly care about their relationship, could he? Like her, hed
accepted his role in what had taken place between their people. Hed have sex with his
slave, nothing more. And when hed found release, hed fall asleep and undoubtedly
snore.
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A faint sigh from him pulled her out of her thoughts. He was no longer at a safe
distance from her. Quite the opposite, he was about to settle his hands around her
ankles.
Fascinated by his large and dark knuckles, she offered no resistance as his fingers
closed around her. That done, he drew her legs apart and settled himself in the space
hed created. His cock pointed at her. Swallowing did nothing to restore moisture to her
throat. Much as she wanted to slide away from him, jump to her feet and grab his knife,
she didnt.
Get it over with.
What do you want me to do? Although the question made her feel foolish, at least
he now had to acknowledge her willingness to fulfill her role. Thered be no maidenly
resistance and certainly no ridiculous fighting on her part. Quite the opposite, shed do
her people proud.
And once hed spilled himself in her, shed find a way to clean her channel and rid
herself of his residue.
You dont have to do anything beyond opening yourself to me, he told her. All
need for movement lies with me.
In the past, shed relished meeting a man shove for shove and gasp for gasp.
Granted, shed never come from straight sex, but giving the man what he wanted was
enjoyable for her, and once he was done, it became her turn, often with the mans help.
As Dagens possession, she could hardly ask.
How complicated things had become.
Again studying her in that way of his that had her wondering whether he could see
her thoughts, he ran both hands up her legs. Starting with her ankles, he slowly covered
what felt like every inch of her. His palms glided over her shin bones while she
breathed through flared nostrils, and sparks in her pussy fed off each other. When he
reached her knees, he took what felt like forever touching his finger pads to every inch
of bone. Concerned he might press against a nerve, she tensed.
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Relax, he said. I know what Im doing.
But I dontknow what youre doing, that is.
A womans bones are so much smaller than a mans, yet theres strength there.
And health. Youre healthy, arent you?
Y-es.
Rocking forward, he increased the pressure on her knees. Now there was no way
she could free her legs. Do you have children?
No. Not yet.
Why not?
I want them but with the right man.
Hmm. To her relief, his fingers slid off her knees. Then they began traveling
again, closing in on her thighs now. From what I understand, the Zebede embrace
sex, he said. There are few constraints against exploring various partners, even
among couples who have pledged themselves to each other. Accidents must happen.
Her hands started sliding out from under her, compelling her to lock her elbows to
keep from falling back. Are you
Asking why you havent gotten pregnant, yes. Youre a handsome woman.
Handsome was what her people called a woman who could work the land from
daylight to night. Although she considered herself strong, her short stature and slender
build left her ill-equipped for a life of physical labor.
Why havent you gotten pregnant? he demanded.
What do you care?
I dont want our time together to end with us knowing we can never truly walk
away from each other. Again his fingers pressed into her flesh to feed unwanted
flames. I too want children, but not with you.
Of course not, she threw at him. I know my body well. Ive always been able to
tell when its my fertile time.
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Hmm. And when that happens
I dont have sex.
The man coming inside you, you mean. What about other forms of, ah,
enjoyment?
Damn him for insisting on this conversation! It depends on the mood Im in. If Im
so inclined, Ill let my partner touch his tongue and lips to my pussy. Other times I
might prefer his hands. Or, if Im feeling generous, Ill make everything about him, with
me giving him pleasure.
Frowning a little, he shook his head. And what if, like now, the man is in charge?
So thats why hed looked disgruntled. Her talk about what she wanted from sex
ran contrary to his belief in himself as the great and powerful warrior. A man is never
truly in charge, she said, deliberately taunting him. Ask any woman. Shell tell you
how easy it is to get a man to do what she wants. Determined to pound home her
point, she stared openly at his cock. Thats your weakness. An insistent cock robs a
man of his mind.
You think so? What about this? He slid his hand off her inner thigh then cupped
her sex. When a womans pussy demands to be filled, she forgets the word no.
The meat of his palm pressing against her clit nearly ended her ability to speak. Her
lips tingled, and she could no longer feel her arms.
What is it, Saarah? No answer for me?
Of course, she ground out. Or there would be if I considered you important
enough. Just because the treaty called for you and me to
You talk too much. Eyes flashing, he planted the hand not between her legs
against her chest. A sharp shove and she fell against the crude bed. More than time for
you to be quiet.
Before she could let him know she had no intention of listening to his nonsense, he
grabbed her legs and pulled her toward him so his knees now pressed against her inner
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thighs. She didnt need to shift her gaze from the ceiling to what she could see of herself
to know hed spread her even more than shed been just moments ago. The strain in her
thigh muscles left no doubt.
Arms over your head, he commanded. Stretch them.
What was the line between obedience and independence? How much could he take
from her and how much of her self-will would remain? And even more important, how
could she answer her questions with his palm hard against her pussy and that part of
her releasing hot tears?
Belatedly wrapping her mind around what hed just said, she repositioned her arms
so the insides of her elbows brushed her ears. Her fingers reached for nothing.
Better, much better.
Staring at the ceiling was a hundred times easier than holding her own with his
eyes, but even as she continued her study of the closely packed branches, her breasts
felt huge, the nipples hard and aching, which was what happened whenever she was
aroused.
Of course she was. What woman could ignore a mans hot hand over delicate and
responsive tissues?
She needed air, more air than her lungs had ever held. But if he heard her suck in a
ragged breath, hed undoubtedly take advantage, so she struggled to pull in just a little.
Just the same, her chest expanded, most likely drawing his attention to her breasts if it
wasnt already there. At the same time, her belly muscles contracted until she half
believed her hip bones would slice the flesh over them. She couldnt keep her fingers
from becoming fists.
Victory is worth the effort, he said, his voice rough. Especially when something
like this happens.
She might have asked what he was talking about if he didnt supply the answer by
increasing the pressure against her pussy. It took every bit of wherewithal she
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possessed not to push back. Hed trapped her sex, held it prisoner beneath his powerful
hand!
Not so sure of yourself anymore, are you? he demanded. He shifted direction so
his thumb now lay at her entrance. Something, his forefinger maybe, parted her sex lips.
Feeling weaker and weaker, are you?
Youknow nothingabout me.
Ha. Its all right here. The words finished, he slipped his thumb into her. Next to
a cock, a thumb should barely make an impact. But it did. And no matter how hard she
tried, she couldnt stop herself from grinding her ass against the bed. Energy and heat
flowed around the invading thumb, compelling her to relax her fingers so she could
grab a fistful of hair. Hoping to distract herself from what he was doing, she tugged.
Youre dripping, he informed her unnecessarily. What are you trying to do,
drown me? He underscored his point by swirling his thumb inside her, repeatedly
touching every wall. What will you tell your father, that your resistance was nothing
against me?
How dare he be so arrogant! If only this were an equal battle!
Just as thoughts of closing her hand around his knife and plunging it into that self-
important chest of his consumed her, the air shed worked so hard to pull into her lungs
whooshed out. Lightheaded, she went in search of what to do next, but all she found
was the place hed taken control of. Not thinking, she tightened her inner muscles
around his finger.
Damn you!
Encouraged and distracted by his curse, she turned her head to the side. His eyes
hadnt rolled back in his head, but neither was he focusing on anything. Either that, she
amended, or he could no longer think with anything except his cock. She clenched
down again.
Fuck it! Stop.
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You dont like? she asked, still pulling on her hair.
Makes me wantdo you have any damn idea how long its been since Ive
You already told me, she threw back at him. Tension carved harsh lines along the
sides of his neck. If you dont want me doing this, she gripped his thumb with every
bit of strength in the opening to her womb, then get out of me.
Silence, slave!
She might have shrunk before his outburst if his mouth hadnt sagged open. No
longer trying to hold him inside her, she struggled to relax so shed be ready for
whatever he had in mind. But finding calm in the middle of the storm that was Warrior-
God Dagen was impossible.
Ill teach you, he said, and flattened his free hand over her belly. Teach you to
resist.
That hadnt been resistance. Instead shed mindlessly tried to suck his thumb even
deeper into her.
Rolling her head to the other side did nothing to improve her view of this man who
called himself her master. A moan pressed against her clenched teeth, but shed be a
fool to put any more power in his handsone of which had claimed easy ownership of
the part of her anatomy she had the least control over.
Was this what their time together was going to be like? Hed insist on commanding
her in every way possible?
Somewhere between scared and excited, she licked dry lips and released her hair.
Because he hadnt given her permission to move them, she kept her arms over her head.
Staring at something behind her, he lifted his hand off her belly and closed it
around a breast. His fingers ground against heavy, swollen flesh, and her nipple pulsed.
Ah, she moaned. Ah.
Im hurting you?
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Yes, she wanted to throw at him. Yes, damn it! Instead, her back arched as if offering
even more of herself into his ownership.
No, not hurting, he muttered. She caught what might have been a whisper of
amusement. Whatever youre feeling, it isnt pain.
How do you know?
Because this, he wiggled the finger inside her, is telling me the truth. Youre a
river here, slave. Dont try to deny it.
Most of the time the river where she and the rest of the Zebede lived flowed lazily
within its banks, but sometimes storm after storm turned the languid pace into
something frightening. She was becoming a twin of that power, both afraid of and
fascinated by possibilities.
Nothing to say? he asked.
Instead of giving her time to respond, he pressed his fingers against her full and
sensitive breast. The sensation sent her in another desperate search for air. Filling her
lungs helped clear her head. Between that and fantasizing about cutting off his hand
and throwing it as far as she could, she managed to keep still. Just the same, her cheeks
burned.
Maybe he was testing her limits when he bent low over her and sucked her free
breast into his mouth, but perhaps he was seeing how far he could push himself.
Whichever it was, she pressed her lips together. No way would she let him hear her
moan.
Two men had mouth-teased her breasts. The first time shed been too shocked for
any other reaction. Then, a long time later, shed encouraged another Zebede to suckle
her. By the time hed turned his attention elsewhere, her breast had felt as if hed
rubbed it with fine sand. Just the same, she sometimes wondered what difference
experienced and understanding male lips on her sex might accomplish.
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Dagen was experienced. She only had to track the light touch of his teeth along her
nipple to come to realize that. What kept her from relaxing was the question of how
much he knew of a womans needs and limits.
His grip lessened, and although he gave no hint he intended to release her, she
wasnt sure it mattered. He closed his lips around her fullness, held her fast and strong
in his damp heat. The sucking sensation tiptoed to the point of discomfort only to back
off. When that happened, she tingled from the base of her throat to her navel. Rocking a
little gave her something to do, a place to put her energy. Between his hand on one
breast and his mouth around the other and a finger resting and ready in her, she
became bits and pieces like shattered and melting ice. She couldnt feel her lower legs or
arms. So much was centered around her pussy, heat bordering on fire.
Heeding the animal cry inside her, she struggled to lift her buttocks. For a moment
she succeeded in offering her sex to him. Then weight and weakness assaulted her and
she fell back, panting.
What is it? he asked. Have I exhausted you?
If it wasnt for his question, she might not have noticed that hed released her
breast. Already the summer air was drying the moisture hed deposited on her. Then he
released her other breast, lightly slapping it as he did. His features remained blurred.
Before she could decide whether to answer him, he slipped out of her and dragged
her even closer, lifting her buttocks up and onto his thighs as he did. Not thinking about
what she was doing, she bent her knees. Suddenly she realized she could no longer
draw a deep breath.
Distracted by the pressure around her neck, she dismissed her master and brought
a hand to her throat. The leash hed hooked to her collar was caught under her, and the
collar now bit into her windpipe. She yanked on the leash until the tension let up and
then filled her lungs.
Sorry, he muttered. I should have noticed.
Yes, you should have.
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She waited for him to remind her that she was hardly in a position to criticize him
in any way. Instead, he shrugged, confusing her. More blinking cleared her vision in
time for her to see his smile die.
Do you think Im funny? she asked.
Funny? Hardly.
Then what?
If Im thinking anything, its that you talk too much.
With that he ran his fingers over her inner thighs. Mewling like a newborn tiger,
she dragged her nails from his elbows to his wrists. Instead of shaking her off as she
thought he might, he continued his sensual assault. Heartbeat by heartbeat, she lost all
interest in trying to stop him. Her body wanted one thinghim.
And when he ran a knuckle over her sex opening, she had all she could do not to
beg.
Youre so wet, he announced unnecessarily. So ready.
Driven by instinct, she went in search of his cock. Finding it, she cupped a shaking
hand around what proclaimed him a man. So are you, she managed. Hard.
Let go.
He was her master, and she needed to obey him. Instead, she ran her fingers down
his length, memorizing everything she touched before releasing him. That done, she
cupped her breasts with both hands. Waited.
His knuckle teased her clit, jolting her. A heartbeat later the touch ended. Then
before her system registered the change, something else pressed against her labia.
Gathering herself as best she could, she concentrated on what she couldnt see. The
somethinghis cock, of course.
Not just his cock but his fingers as well, separating and spreading her, clearing the
way for entrance.
Tell me, he commanded. Is it your fertile time?
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Say yes. Save yourself from No.
Good.
Catching her with a single thrust, he plowed deep and hard. The sensitive tissues at
her opening barely registered the delicious pressure before her channel filled. Her mind
overloaded then cleared. Penetration had happened so fast. Hed given her no chance to
enjoy a slow surrendering of self to him.
Eyes burning in disappointment, she nevertheless went in search of that elusive
moment when her body lost control and everything felt incredible. But he came at her
so hard and fast, grunting with each thrust, his fingers grinding into her hips as he held
her in place. Her body shook and shivered under his assault, and beneath her palms,
her breasts shimmied.
His fierce energy rejuvenated her. Wondering if she could ride that energy with
him, she pressed her knees against him. If anything, her attempt to connect with him
pushed him farther into that place where a man is aware of nothing except his body.
Caught between fury and envy, she focused on him. Hed become a wild animal, his
breath hissing and muscles straining. Perhaps she should be afraid hed push himself
beyond human endurance, but shed lain with enough men that she understood he
needed and wanted one thing from life.
More times than she could count, he powered into her. Then he either pulled so far
back that they nearly lost connection, or withdrew only a little before hitting her again.
Her body couldnt keep up with his pace. In awe of him, she hugged her breasts and
struggled to remain in place. His cock came at her, came and came and came, ripping
into her in countless ways. She didnt want to be anywhere else or doing anything
except this one thing. Shed been created for sex. They both had.
Close, near the edge, her tissues screaming and a powerful force crawling over her
sex. Desperate for her just-out-of-reach explosion, she ground her palms against her
breasts.
Aaah!
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Alerted to the sound that could mean only one thing, she silently cursed him. Every
muscle in his face and neck stood out, his eyes threatened to burst from their sockets,
and his cheeks flushed.
Aaah!
Inside her his cock shuddered. One disjointed jerk followed another as liquid heat
flooded her, drowning her in disappointment.
Damn you, damn you! she silently chanted. But even as she railed because hed found
the release she was denied, a part of her was glad for him. At this moment it didnt
matter that he was the enemy. At the core he was a man whod risked his life for
something he believed in, and as such, he deserved his reward.
Deserved her?
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Chapter Four

Profound weariness closed around Dagen. Hed already separated himself from his
sex slave and now lay on his side, fingering the lead fastened to her collar. If he
remained like this, hed soon fall asleep, something he almost never allowed himself to
do during the day.
The war between the Malar and Zebede was over, and an uneasy peace had been
established. As a result, he no longer needed to see himself solely as a Warrior-God,
giving rise to the question of what he had become.
A man satiated, he reminded himself. He couldnt remember the last time hed had
sex, long enough ago that man-pressure had built up until hed had no control over the
explosion. History had taught him that hed soon want to fuck again, but his back was
sore, and that might change things.
He was getting old.
Too tired to argue the point, he turned his attention from the rope to the dark
leather around a slender throat. His possession was on her back and staring at the
ceiling, probably so she didnt have to look at him. One graceful hand was splayed over
her pale belly. The other trailed over her mons. Her legs were slightly spread, giving
him a glimpse of the place where hed lost himself.
His eyes closed, and his breathing lengthened. The fingers on the rope relaxed. No
longer ordering himself to stay awake, he turned what remained of his mind to trying
to remember what theyd said to each other. A sex slave well-versed in her role
wouldnt have spoken except in response to questions or orders, but Saarah was far
from what the treaty commanded her to become.
She needed teaching, training. To learn to obey.
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As sleep reached out to claim him, he became aware of something digging into the
arm under him. Thinking to get off whatever it was, he started to scoot away. However,
although his legs obeyed his command, his back didnt. A hot spasm forced him into a
ball. Despite his determination to keep his pain to himself, a low grunt escaped.
What is it? she asked in a whisper.
Nothing. No concern of yours.
He shouldnt try to read anything into her silence, shouldnt give a damn what she
might be thinking. But what he wanted and what he was experiencing were two
separate things. Maybe it was the solitude, although perhaps the end to fighting and the
chance for a new direction for his life had brought everything into sharper focus.
Certainly his contemplative mood had nothing to do with the human possession that
had been granted to him.
After waiting out the cramp at the base of his spine, he slowly and carefully
positioned his elbow under him and lifted himself onto it. From what he could tell, the
hand on her belly hadnt moved. The other was even more fully between her legs than
moments ago.
What are you doing? he demanded.
For a while he didnt think she was going to answer. Then, You had your release,
your pleasure. Now its my turn.
Hed never concerned himself with the needs of the females who had serviced him.
How? If youre waiting for me to want you again
I dont need you.
Then what
What do you care?
Angry because shed twice interrupted him, he grabbed her offending arm and
hauled it away from what by right had become his. You will have no secrets from me,
understand.
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I understand, Master. The collar around my neck and the loss of what little
covering I had makes that absolutely clear.
He should have chosen another Zebede, one who knew to keep her mouth shut and
quaked in fear of him. At the same time, hed always admired a courageous foe, and
although she wasnt armed and facing him in battle, he couldnt help but acknowledge
her spirit.
Im not convinced of that, he belatedly responded. The way you say Master isnt
the tone a true slave would use. What do you mean, you dont need my cock?
He thought she might deny shed said that. Instead, lightly kneading her stomach
with the hand he wasnt holding, she fastened a bold gaze on him. You truly dont
understand a womans needs? You think all she should concern herself with is the
mans?
Determined not to give her a response she might twist around, he settled for a
shrug.
What I need isnt important to you? she asked.
I didnt say that.
Not in words, but didnt it occur to you that coming as quickly as you did would
leave me wanting more?
I thought you wanted nothing to do with me.
Her sigh was equal amounts of exasperation and resignation. I dont know how to
say what you want to hear.
Releasing her arm, he stretched out but kept his head turned so he could study her.
The woman was complex when he didnt want that, full of layers and, much as he
didnt want to admit it, intellect. If hed gagged her, he wouldnt have to listen and
think and try to respond, but if he had, he wouldnt know about her complexity when
knowledge might be vital to his peoples future on Zebede-land.
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Dont concern yourself with trying to respond the way you believe I want you to.
If I was your betrothed or maybe your husband, what would you tell him?
About what?
Dont! You know what Im talking about.
Shed been studying him, but now she turned her attention back to the ceiling. I
didnt want your cock inside me, at least my mind didnt. However, my body doesnt
care that our people have been enemies. My body is a simple thing, wanting only
pleasure.
Which I didnt give you.
She didnt answer, leaving him with no choice but to ponder where his words had
come from. The more he thought about what had taken place, the more he had to admit
that the sex theyd had had been all about him. Shed only been a convenient vessel, as
had countless women before her.
You arent denying what I just said, he went on. That surprises me.
Still not looking at him, she fingered the collar hed placed around her. Im trying
to understand what Ive become. Needing to learn what pleases my new master and
what might anger him and cause him to punish me.
Punish, no. Think of right now as a time of peace between equals. For these
moments, were both free to be honest.
Free? She wrapped her fingers around her collar. Honest? Hardly.
What are you afraid of? he snapped. Me or yourself?
Why would I
Dont answer my question with one of your own.
Sighing, she turned onto her side and faced him. Even with her hair sliding over her
features and hiding them, she fascinated him. I want my body to be mine. I hate
thinking I have to share it with you, but I do because my father took away my
freedom.
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Not just your father, he pointed out. Her ripe breasts barely sagged, giving rise to
thoughts of placing his mouth around them. He did what was expected of him.
I know.
Determined to bring her back to this strange conversation, he touched a forefinger
to a dark nipple. After a moment, he pressed against the small, strong bit of flesh. Her
gaze shifted from his face to what he was doing, then back again. Certain he had her
full attention, he trapped the hardening nub between thumb and finger.
You say your body is a simple thing, he said, that wants only pleasure. Is what
Im doing pleasure or pain?
Her nostrils flared. Both.
This, he rolled her nipple between his fingers, drawing it toward him a little at
the same time, is painful?
She tried to pull away only to stop with her lips slightly parted and her legs pressed
together. Not sure of his intention, he sat up while keeping hold of her. His back
muttered a protest, and his cock lay spent, which perhaps was just as well because he
wanted to concentrate on her.
Once hed positioned himself so his legs were folded under him and he was so close
to her that his feet pressed against her side, he reached across her not-so-relaxed body
and took control of her other nipple. Her eyes went wide, and her fingers curled so her
knuckles stood out. Summers heat was making them sweat, and a firm grip was
necessary to keep her nubs from slipping out of his grasp. Once he was sure of his hold,
he pulled upward. Her breasts lengthened.
Pleasure or pain?
Does it matter?
To me, perhaps not. To you, of course.
She obviously didnt know what to do with her hands. One moment they perched,
knotted, on her hip bones. The next she brought her fists to her throat with her elbows
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high so she didnt risk coming in contact with him. Her nostrils remained flared, her
mouth open.
Although a part of him wanted to see how much more pressure he could exert on
her sensitive and responsive breasts, he didnt want to risk injuring her. Relaxing his
hold, he allowed her breasts to nearly return to normal.
Talk to me, he pushed. What are you feeling?
Thatthat I dont want this!
Then make me stop.
Her masters command nearly made Saarah laugh. How arrogant he was, how sure
of his control over her. On the tail of that admission, she struggled to pull her attention
off her confused responses to his punishment of her. But whether she dug her nails into
her throat or pressed her hands against the sides of her head in an attempt to distract
herself, her focus remained locked on the Warrior-Gods fingers.
He had her! Even if she managed to free her breasts, hed only capture and control
her in some other fashion. Sooner or later, no matter what she did, his hands would do
what he wanted them to.
Sit up.
She blinked him into focus. His hands now lay splayed over her breasts, holding
her down.
How? she asked while vowing not to try to escape. You wont let me.
You could if your reason was strong enough. I, your master, wants his slave to do
one simple thing. If you dont, youll spend the night staked outside, naked.
Instead of the horror and outrage he must be anticipating from her, her minds eye
filled with a vision of her lying spread-limbed while Malar warriors stood over her.
Some might crouch and fondle her breasts. Others would position themselves between
her legs and press their toes against her too-available sex. The most inventive might
kneel in the space created by stakes and ropes so they could run their fingers over her
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labia and clit. Encouraged by gasps and cries she had no control over, theyd push into
her. One finger would become two followed by three. And theyd fuck her like that,
although perhaps theyd only tease and torture with slight, infrequent pressure along
her pussy walls.
Shocked by her thoughts, she struggled to sit up. Dagen released her, allowing her
to complete the act. But she was trying to decide what to do with her legs when he
caught her around the waist and dragged her hard against his thigh so they sat side by
side but faced in opposite directions. Shed barely reconciled herself to what he was
doing when his too-strong hand pressed against her larynx. The collar biting into her
forced her to lean back. She stopped herself from falling by bracing her arms behind
her. Wary, she watched him while trying not to.
Equals and yet not, he said unnecessarily. Strength for strength, only mine
outstrips yours.
What are you saying?
Pointing out the obvious because it pleases me to do so. He planted a hand over
her mons. Theres nothing soft about me. You need to understand that.
Her sex channel, uninterested in her unspoken warning, warmed. Too-telling juices
gathered. She had to find a way to hide her reaction from him, but how?
Maybe it didnt matter.
Do you know what it means to be a Warrior-God?
How can I? Agitation sharpened her voice. Im a woman.
Indeed you are, my slave. Indeed. And knowing that pleases me.
His fingers hadnt moved since claiming her mons, allowing her to delude herself
into believing he didnt intend to do any more than that, but a single twitch of a single
finger ended the insane thought. She didnt breathe as he began a slow, hot journey
from there to her sex. Bit by bit he claimed more and more of her, closed in on her
hungry opening. Her head roared, and her throat felt as if it were on fire. The arms
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behind her trembled but not simply from the effort of supporting her upper body. Her
legs threatened to cramp, and no matter how fiercely she fought the need, she couldnt
keep them still. A groan clogging her throat, she started to bend her knees.
Did I give you permission? he demanded. His features impassive, he lightly
slapped her pussy with the palm of his hand. A jolt she felt all the way to her womb
shook and further ignited her. A groan escaped. He slapped her again, making her
squirm. Straighten your legs and keep them spread.
Even as she silently cursed him, she embraced what shed just learned about her
master. He hadnt abused her. Quite the opposite, the punishment hed inflicted had
awakened a need for more treatment just like that. She was his slave, unable to oppose
anything he did.
Unwilling to try.
Waiting for his next move.
Does that make you feel powerful? she asked when she trusted herself to speak,
looking pointedly at his hand. At the same time, she obediently straightened her knees.
The space between her legs widened. Assaulting a defenseless woman?
Is that how you see yourself, defenseless?
He lifted his hand as if to strike her again, then as her muscles tensed in
anticipation, he pressed his palm against her pussy. A finger, the middle one probably,
headed toward her ass. Heat from his hand engulfed her, first flooding her outer tissues
but swiftly spreading through her channel.
Her head fell back. Despite the strain in her neck, she lacked the strength to
straighten it. Her arms shook. A fine tremble ran from her thighs to her calves, her feet
even.
Tell me to stop. Press your legs together. Throw yourself at me and tear at my
throat, bite me. Otherwise, I intend to explore you.
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All he cared about was her sexual responsiveness? If his hand wasnt where it was
and her body didnt hum in anticipation of what she refused to put a name to, shed
hate him.
Do it, she managed. Whatever you intend, just get it over with.
With you loathing everything I do?
No.
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Chapter Five

When he didnt repeat himself, she summoned the strength to lift her head. After a
quick glance in his direction, she vowed not to look at him again because he was too
dark and big, too hard. Yet even as that hardness chilled her veins, she embraced the
sensation. Traditional sex had always left her wanting something different. Shed never
been able to put a word to what that something was and had shied away from revealing
her frustration to anyone.
Today, alone with a powerful enemy, she wondered if he might hold the answers
shed long searched for. Even if he didnt know what she was after, could he supply it?
Determined to seize something, anything of him, she lifted her buttocks off the bed.
The strain in her thighs soon forced her to settle back again, but in that time hed
separated her sex lips and slipped in. His finger barely penetrated, teased and promised
only a little.
Sighing, she again pushed herself up. This time she managed to hold her position a
little longer. Afterward, her legs continued to tremble.
I dont understand you, he muttered. You shouldnt want this or anything to do
with me. Deepening the invasion, he curled his finger so his nail kissed the top of her
channel. Why do you?
Ah! Does it matter?
Yes, but maybe not right now. So my cock in you means nothing to you, does it?
And yet youre welcoming my finger.
She was on the verge of insisting he was wrong when a fresh wave of heat raced
through her veins. Gasping, she closed her eyes. Before hed interrupted her attempt to
satisfy the hunger awakened by his sexual use of her, shed known it wouldnt take
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long for her to reach a climax. All shed needed was a few moments devoted to self-
pleasure, her experienced fingers pressing against the so-receptive nub.
But hed robbed her of that, damn him, pulled her away from completing the heady
journey, with his questions and possessiveness.
Only he hadnt won, not by half because he was the one with a used-up cock while
hed left her with everything on fire. All it would take was something, his fingers or
hers, teasing her clit and tension would flow out of her.
Her clit. Either he was ignorant of a womans most sensitive place or he was
deliberately robbing her of what hed experienced by concentrating on her sex channel.
Mentally shaking her head at his ignorance or cruelty, she rocked forward. Now that
she no longer needed her arms for support, she wasted no time reaching for the hard
and waiting nub.
Eyes resolutely shut, she struggled to ignore the rough hand in the way. She
managed to work her hand under his and had just touched her clit when he yanked her
hand away.
What are you doing? he demanded.
What you cant. She tried to twist free.
And that is?
The need to come up with a response distracted her from the clawing hunger. Then
it returned, hard and even hotter. Not giving a damn what he thought, she deeply bent
her knees. Her free hand slipped between her legs. Belatedly she realized his hand was
no longer on her. Wallowing in the sense of freedom, she deftly separated wet, loose
and sensitive flesh. Her clit, hard and ready, waited.
At the touch, a shiver ran through her. Self-absorbed, she increased the pressure,
rolling her pelvis upward as she did. She didnt know whether her eyes were open or
closed, didnt care. Neither could she put her mind to the man next to her. Shed waited
long enough, weathered as much of the storm as she could. Pressing even more firmly
on the spot responsible for her greatest pleasure, she rocked from side to side. Her
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world went no further than climbing the hot and wonderful mountain leading to
release.
Barely able to swallow, she curled to the side. Her increased access to her pussy
allowed her to bring her entire hand into play. For a while she was content to rest her
fingers along her slit, but soon demand had her on the move again. Pressing and letting
up only to press again, she reveled in the thick juices flowing from her. She loved the
smell of her arousal, the feel of swollen flesh, the quick spasms. By tightening and then
relaxing her cunt muscles, she kept herself on the edge. Balancing herself between
control and loss was exhausting, yet she relished the effort.
What are you feeling?
Angered by the interruption, she turned her head away. A sense of urgency
quickened her movements as she stroked and teased. Dagen had pushed his fingers into
her, but he didnt know where her most sensitive nerves were or the perfect amount of
pressure, the absolutely right tempo. She did.
There, on the brink again. Feeling as if her head might separate itself from her body,
she quickened her pace. The pads of her fingers ground into her labia, trapping her
climax and prolonging anticipation at the same time. Every muscle threatened to
cramp. Muscles and nerves were on the brink of dissolving. Shed melt, boil maybe.
What are you feeling?
Not caring what she did or didnt say, she slipped her middle finger into her hot
slit. The others continued to press and promise. Wonderful. Everything good.
Better than when it was my cock?
Different. Under my control.
And that makes it better?
Eyes squeezed tight, she extended her middle finger. Once it was buried to its base,
she wiggled it. At the same time, she stopped grinding her finger pads against her sex
lips until the circulation was restored. Blood pulsed through her there.
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Not better, she whispered hoarsely. Perfect.
Throwing herself fully into her climax, she likened the sensation to reaching the top
of a waterfall and then diving into hot, churning water. She started to shatter, gave
thought to trying to pull herself back up so she could extend her pleasure only to
surrender.
Falling. Tumbling over and over. Going faster and faster. Screaming in joy and
release. Her fingers lightly beating her pussy. Juices all but exploding from her. Loving
her body and knowing nothing else.
Feeling as if there was nothing to her except her cunt didnt last long. Still, as
Saarah swam back into the real world, a part of her remained in limbo. She was more
than relaxed. She didnt care about anything except savoring the aftereffects of her
climax. Granted, the days heat made her skin prickle, and she was thirsty, but it would
be awhile before either condition mattered enough for her to try to do something about
them.
She lay with one arm across her breasts and the other covering her bush. A bit of
moisture had dried at a corner of her mouth. What, she wondered in a disjointed way,
did the man whod claimed her think of her now? Maybe hed insist on taking her back
to her family.
Interesting.
Dagens deep voice scraped at her nerves. What is?
Watching you climax. Ive never done that before.
Unable to think of anything to say, she ran her forefinger along her slit. Her labia
were so sensitive that the slightest touch made her wince. Still she brushed her clit, or
rather what was left of it. The once-swollen tissue jerked in response.
Are all Zebede women like that?
Like what? By working at it, she managed to open her eyes. Dagen still sat cross-
legged next to her. His cock, although not fully erect, was returning to life.
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Able to do that to their bodies.
I dont know. His hands rested on either side of his cock to remind her of guards.
Ive neverits not something I talk to others about.
Why not?
She had to be careful what she said. Otherwise hed learn more about her than she
wanted him to, but she was still floating in nothingness, which made judging her
responses difficult. What does it matter? she came up with.
Youre doing it again. Looking amused, he pulled her still-damp hand away from
her pussy and draped it over his thigh. Responding to my questions with one of your
own. Id think what just happened to you is something youd want to share with others,
maybe not a man but someone.
It occurred to her that he was using vague terms to describe her climax, making her
wonder if watching her had shocked him. Why had she given leave of her self-control
that way? Surely she knew better than to expose herself around him as she had.
You fascinate me, he muttered. I didnt know that was going to happen.
What do you want me to say?
Nothing. He slid his fingers between hers, making her shiver as sensitive flesh
absorbed his roughness. But there is something I want to know.
What?
First, what are you feeling right now? And will you answer honestly or continue to
evade?
He was getting to know her, finding inroads and turning them to his advantage. I
dont know.
His expression sobering, he continued stroking the insides of her fingers. She
shivered again. After a man has sex, he wants to rest, to sleep. He nodded at his cock.
Thats when theres almost no life left in this. Is it the same for women? After she
climaxes, shes done?
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Maybe it was his question. Maybe studying his cock was responsible. And perhaps
something else had spoken to her pussy. Whatever it was, her sex again stirred. No.
No?
Shaking off what she could of her self-awareness, she studied the man she couldnt
begin to understand. The men shed had sex with had been so fixated on their own
pleasure that theyd paid scant attention to hers, particularly afterward, which had
made it relatively easy to complete what theyd started. In contrast, Dagens expression
clearly said he wanted the truth from her. She could evade or respond with a question
of her own, which would undoubtedly anger him. But for reasons she might never
comprehend, she wanted to be honest.
I thinkmen and women must be very different when it comes to sex, she began.
Men need time to recover, maybe because it takes their bodies a while to create more
cum. They lose all of it in a single act, while women
While women what?
Her mouth opened but then closed. Certainly hed had more experience than she
did, so shouldnt he be explaining certain things to her?
Are you going to finish? He tightened his fingers against hers.
I dont know how to. Every time I have sex, it is different. I feel something I
havent before.
What was it like when you and I fucked?
Quick. Over too fast, at least for me.
When his expression narrowed, she tensed, thinking shed angered him. It was
exactly what I wanted, he said.
His larger fingers forced hers far apart, prompting her to pull free. She was still
wondering why hed let her when he reached out and unfastened the leash hed tied to
her collar.
Go on, he said. What more did you want?
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How long had they been together? In some respects it felt as if theyd just become
aware of each others existence. At the same time, shed revealed things to him no one
else knew, and shed let him watch her push herself over the edge.
For it to take longer.
It? A mans cock in you, you mean?
Yes. She couldnt quite meet his gaze.
But mine didnt satisfy you. You had to
I know. But maybe if Id been ready, my pussy wet and receptive Frustrated
because she didnt know how or if she should continue, she ran her hands through her
hair. She felt restless, not simply wanting to see if she could coax another climax out of
herself, but needing to reach for something she barely comprehended. I dont know
why I said what I just did. Fucking is never enough for me.
His brows furrowing, he reached out again, resting his hand on her thigh this time.
At least youre able to accomplish what you need on your own.
What was thatempathy, sympathy maybe? Unnerved, she studied his darker
flesh against hers. When shed learned of her fate as a temporary sex slave, shed tried
to prepare herself for a nightmare, and although it could turn into one, she felt
compelled to make the most of the openness between them.
Yes, she admitted. I was. But it isnt the only thing I want. To always have to
rely on myself for I cant help wondering why I cant get what a man does from
fucking.
Hmm. What do you think a man does when theres no woman to fuck?
By way of answer, she looked pointedly at his hands.
Exactly. A grin flashed. Which is why your pleasuring yourself didnt shock
me.
But you said youd never seen
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I havent taken advantage of any possible opportunities, but maybe I should.
Watching you was more than illuminating. It was arousing.
Their conversation kept swirling around them, changing a bit but always basically
the same. Talking about sex kept her from having to look ahead and made it easier to
ignore her still-sensitive and possibly still-receptive pussy.
Does hearing me say that embarrass you? he asked.
For a moment she couldnt think what he was talking about. Then she remembered
his confession about self-pleasure. No more than this must embarrass you. She
indicated his now full erection.
He shrugged then cocked his head. Faint sounds reminded her that there was more
to this world than his shelter. The warriors are returning, he said unnecessarily.
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Chapter Six

If forced, Dagen wasnt sure he resented the intrusion or was grateful for it, maybe
some of each. Although he was expected to greet his warriors and select several to
begin the journey back to Malar-land to inform the rest of their people of the peace
treaty, he put off standing. Truth was, he wasnt sure he could get to his feet without
help.
The sounds grew in volume, male voices, wagon wheels, horse hooves, all part of
his world and life. Hed never wanted anything other than this existence. Hed been
trained for it and little else. He was a Warrior-God, born and raised for battle.
Only the Malar didnt need any battles fought today so what was he going to do
with his tomorrows?
Oh, he knew the answer or rather a partial one. Hed begin training those who came
after him, letting them learn from his wisdom and experience.
But when he wasnt teaching
What do you want me to do? his sex slave asked.
He blinked her into focus. She was pointing at her discarded gown, her other arm
over her breasts.
No. He started to shake his head only to stop because a back spasm threatened.
They know what you are and what took place between us.
Her lips thinned, but although she was obviously upset, she didnt argue. Then, to
his relief, she crawled on hands and knees to the shelters farthest corner and turned her
back to him. He took advantage of her position by maneuvering onto his knees, but as
he started to stand, his back gave way. Biting down a cry, he crawled toward the
wooden box that served to store most of his belongings. Teeth still grinding, he forced
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himself upright. He should have rested his back today instead of fucking! If he hadnt
been burdened with a sex slave
But he had, he acknowledged with a look in her direction. She looked so young, a
girl, while today he felt old.
Dont leave, he ordered as he reached for his garment. I dont know how long
Ill be occupied, but I want you here when I return. And you arent to speak to anyone.
Yes, Master.
Hed begun their relationship all wrong. Why had he let her speak, let alone
pleasure herself, when he should have exerted his control over her?
Walking slowly and carefully, he left the shelter and headed toward his men. His
back prickled, but whether it was because she was watching or because his spine was
loosening a bit, he didnt know. It didnt matter. He had to get through the meeting
without letting anyone know their Warrior-God wasnt invincible.
* * * * *
Accomplishing what he needed to had taken longer than hed hoped because, like
him, his men were unsure of their roles now they no longer needed to prepare for battle
or keep an eye on the enemy. Some, particularly the youngest, were eager to avail
themselves of Zebedes females, and hed had to make it clear that although possible
relationships could be explored, force wouldnt be tolerated. A rape charge could
destroy the still-fragile peace between the two peoples. Beyond that, he and the other
senior warriors had laid out the groundwork for erecting more permanent structures.
At least the physical labor would keep the men busy.
Thered been no sign of the two other Warrior-Gods whod been granted sex slaves.
If he could rise from the bed he shared with his possession and do what was expected
of him, so could they. However, reminding them of their duties would have to wait
until he saw them. In the meantime, Saarah waited for him.
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Slowly walking toward his shelter, he pondered what else he might find to do to
put off rejoining her. Hed erred in the way hed allowed their first coupling to play out.
He, a warrior, knew better than to give the enemy any freedom. Granted, she wasnt as
much of a foe as the Zebede men had been, but neither was she an equal.
Because of the shadowy shelter interior, hed nearly reached it before he spotted
her. She was no longer crouched in the corner where hed last seen her but was sitting
back a little from the entrance where she had a decent view of what was going on.
Neither was she naked.
Holding his back straight, he ducked just enough to enter. You disobeyed me, he
said in a tone he usually reserved for intimidating the enemy. I expressly forbade you
to get dressed.
You were gone so long.
I forbade you.
She hadnt stood, which meant she had to tilt her head to meet his gaze. Standing
over her fed the sense of power he needed. Just the same, it was getting harder to
remember that he wanted to put her in her place.
I know you did, she said, her hands folded on her lap and reminding him of
where else shed placed them and what shed done with them. But I was thirsty. I
spotted the barrel where the Malar store their water. I couldnt bring myself to go to it
exposed.
Instead of pointing out that her gown wasnt much better than being nude, he
shrugged. From what he could tell, shed done more than just get a drink because he
could no longer smell her women scent. Hed lost his erection soon after leaving her,
but looking at her had it stirring.
Blessed but she was beautiful! Her beauty might one day fade from the years or
hard work, but right now she struck him as flawless. Just looking at her thick mane of
hair made his fingers itch to caress its richness. The collar did nothing to hide her long,
graceful neck. Her shoulders were wide for a woman, but instead of making her less
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feminine, they stood as the perfect contrast to her gently rounded hips and long, strong
legs. Maybe most of all, her shoulders and arms drew his attention to those full, firm
breastsbreasts meant for a man to massage and tease, worship even.
He wanted her. Now. Under him. Sobbing in pleasure and surrender.
Him satisfying her.
Forcing cry after cry from her.
Hearing her whimper his name and thanking him for taking her where no man had.
Turning his back on the unsettling creature whod crawled under his skin, he
studied what he could see of the encampment. The two men who cooked for the Malar
were around the large metal pot used for soups and stews. A fire burned under the pot,
and they took turns dropping food into the pot. The rest of the time they stood as far
from the fire as they could. Although he could tell her that dinner would be ready
before long, he didnt bother. Surely shed been watching the cooks at work. Besides, he
didnt want to talk to her about anything.
Youre upset about something, she said. Is it me?
Putting effort into it, he shrugged.
It is me, she continued. You believe I had no right to disobey you.
You arent the only thing on my mind.
Theres trouble with the treaty? Has there been
No, not that thats your concern, slave.
A mix of emotions he told himself he didnt understand or care about transformed
her features. Then what is it? she whispered.
Believing he was about to remind her of her place, he fully faced her. As he did, a
jolt ran through his back, but he commanded his legs to take him to her. He stopped
when only the width of a hand separated them.
Youre in pain, she said as she stood.
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No Im not, he nearly said, but he couldnt bring himself to lie, especially since shed
noticed something his companions hadnt. Its nothing to concern yourself with.
What caused it? she pressed. If our fucking
Hardly!
Then what?
What was it hed told himself a little while ago, that he should have forbade her
from talking? Unfortunately, it was too late for that.
If you were a warrior, youd understand, he said.
You were injured?
Her look of concern tore a hole in his determination to keep certain things from her.
How did it happen? she pressed running her fingers over his forearm. Was it
during a fight with a Zebede warrior?
Her question nearly made him laugh. Hed fought so many battles that it was
nearly impossible to say which, if any one, had done the damage. It doesnt matter,
slave.
Dont call me that! she cried, her fingers digging into him.
He pulled her off him, but instead of releasing her wrist, he continued to hold it.
Although she struggled, he had no trouble pulling her against him. Controlling her this
way filled him with power and allowed him to all but dismiss his aching body.
I can call you whatever I want, he pointed out. Surely you understand that.
Moment by moment, agitation slipped from her. In its place bloomed resignation
and confusion. She was no longer confronting him, if indeed she ever had. Rather, he
sensed she was trying to come to grips with the change in her life. It occurred to him
that that was how he felt about his vulnerable body.
I have no reason to be cruel to you, he said, surprising himself with his honesty.
Although he relaxed his hold on her wrist, he kept her against him so their heat bled
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together. If I am, it will only jeopardize the peace between our people. Still, the Zebede
need to see me in control.
Just as mine need to see you treat me with respect and gentleness.
To his amusement, they nodded at the same time. Ours is a complex relationship,
he admitted. One it will take a long time to define.
Maybe as long as your people are here?
Perhaps.
Studying his hold on her wrist, she nodded again. But first theres the matter of
your back.
It needs rest, thats all.
Oh? Then tell your cock.
Before he could think what he might say, she slid closer so they stood face-to-face
with her belly hard against his organ. Letting go of her, he waited to see what she might
do next. After a moment, she rubbed her hands down her hips, looking unsure.
What is it? he prodded. Maybe not as bold as youd like me to believe? You can
speak of a cock but not know what to do with it?
She pursed her lips. Its not that, entirely.
Then what?
I dont know whats expected of me, what will please or displease you.
Much as an unexpected breeze made a hot day tolerable, everything hed been
thinking about today no longer mattered. He felt younger than he had in a long time
simply because a woman, this woman, was putting him first.
Then do what you are certain will please me, he said and thrust his pelvis at her.
Youre sure? Your back
Will be all right. Hopefully.
Looking doubtful, she slid her hand between them. Instead of grabbing him, she
ran her knuckles over the aching organ. His breath snagged.
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What? she asked. Did that bring you discomfort?
Hardly. Theres nothing wrong with that part of me.
But other places?
For someone whod just proclaimed she didnt know what to say or do, she was
stepping boldly into dangerous territory, or rather into a subject hed never discussed
with anyone.
I know a few things about loosening tight muscles, she whispered, making him
wonder if she could read his mind. My parents are stiff at times, particularly early in
the morning. When theyre in pain, I kneel beside them and kneed and lightly rub
where they tell me to. Before long, theyre able to move without discomfort. If you
want, Ill do that for you.
The thought of her light, warm hands on his spine made him sigh. Hed been
wounded a handful of times but had always been able to tend to his wounds himself.
The idea of turning that responsibility over to someone else should have been foreign,
but hed already had a taste of what she was capable of.
Feeling as if he was standing at the beginning of a path hed never taken, he cursed
himself for not knowing what to do. From childhood, he existed to serve the needs of
the Malar people. Putting himself before others had never occurred to him. He risked
and sometimes sacrificed. Those things were expected of him and as such had paved
the way to his becoming a Warrior-God.
But today wasnt about his people. For the first time in his life, could he think of
himself?
And the small, beautiful creature standing before him?
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Chapter Seven

Dagen lay on his stomach with his forearms supporting his head. He still wore
what shed come to think of as his uniform. His head was turned toward her, making
her suspect he intended to make sure she didnt try to injure him. Shed tended to her
parents enough times that her fingers knew what to do, so why wasnt she already
running them over the muscles roping his spine?
Because he was a man, the enemy, her master.
The smell of meat and vegetables drifted around her, but although her stomach
growled, she couldnt put her mind to eating, not with the Malar Warrior-God next to
her. Even stretched out like this with his cock hidden, every part of her body was aware
of him. She didnt want to feel so overwhelmed, wanted back the resentment that had
seen her through his placing the collar around her neck. She certainly didnt want to
care about his back.
Or did she?
Giving up on trying to find her way through her confusion, she shook her fingers
until they tingled. Then, holding her breath, she laid her hand flat over his shoulder
blades.
As a child, shed thought her father the strongest man on earth, but his muscles had
never been as hard as what waited just out of her reach. Holding her breath, she closed
her eyes, but not being able to see him did nothing to calm her nerves. If only she had a
few more moments in which to gather her courage, but if she didnt start massaging
him, hed guess what was going on with her, if he didnt already.
Reminding herself that she was a Zebede, a princes daughter, she pressed down. It
was like trying to penetrate warm and living rock. Changing tactics, she began gliding
her fingers from the sides of his neck out to the end of his shoulders. As she did, she
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rolled her finger pads over his flesh. She didnt hurry her movements but concentrated
on reaching nerves and muscles. Maybe she was wrong, but it seemed as if he was
breathing more rapidly than earlier, and wasnt he pulling air deeper into his lungs?
It was the same for her. No matter whether she rubbed his tendons or buried her
fingers in the hollow above his collarbone, she had to keep reminding herself to slow
her breathing. After rocking back on her heels, she trailed her fingers from his neck to
his shoulder blades. Leaning over him made it impossible for her to look at his face, but
it was easier to concentrate on what she was doing this way. Because of who he was,
shouldnt his skin be as rough everywhere as his hands were? Obviously not, as
witnessed by the sleek flesh covering his sides, which she kept studying even as she
lightly worked his shoulder blades. Even when she moved from there to his spine, she
wondered what shed encounter if she had the courage to touch his armpits.
Distracted by a sudden desire to laugh at the insane notion of tickling him, she was
slow to remind herself that right now was about hopefully easing whatever was wrong
with his back. Shed placed herself at a right angle to his body, which made reaching
across him difficult, so she slid around until her hip pressed against his and she was
facing his head. Knowing he could no longer stare at her should have made her feel
more confident, shouldnt it, but maybe not as long as her body responded to his.
Placing her thumbs on his spine, she spread her fingers over his ribs. Then she
leaned forward and applied a little more pressure. She pressed and relaxed, repeating
the movement over and over while warmth ran up her arms and across the back of her
neck. Her nipples hardened and became so sensitive she cursed herself for not having
removed her garment, because no matter how far forward she leaned, the material
continued to abrade her breasts.
Shed been slowly working her hands up his back, and when she reached his
shoulders, she continued kneading. Mindful of the nerves running at the base of his
neck, she kept the pressure light. Doing so meant she had to reach over his body with
her hip tight against his. Her breathing snagged then started again, and her cheeks felt
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flushed. Although, maybe, she could get herself under control by backing away from
him, she concentrated on sensation.
Thoroughly massaging his neck and shoulders took a long time, but her fingers
knew what to do, which meant she didnt have to concentrate on her task. Instead, her
mind absorbed her bodys responses. Her arms tingled all the way up to her shoulders.
Even more exciting, heated energy slid down her back before flaring over her buttocks.
The same heat fed her sex until she was compelled to press her legs together. Doing so
flooded her thighs and belly with lightning.
A masculine sigh distracted her enough that she was able to put her mind to
beginning the journey back down his spine, and concentrated on what he must be
experiencing. But after a few moments, her own body took over again, demanded full
attention.
Inch by sensual inch, her fingers roamed the masculine body laid out before her. It
didnt matter whether her fingertips ran over muscle or bone, her breasts and pussy
absorbed the contact. In her mind, Dagen was no longer a Warrior-God but simply a
man, powerful and vulnerable rolled into one. His essence had flowed into hers to
challenge her sanity, pucker her nipples, tighten her belly, and cause her pussy to flood.
Risking a great deal, she dove into the dangerous fantasy of his hands on her. Now
she was the one stretched out on a formless bed, only she lay on her back with her
breasts and sex exposed. Her hands were over her head and her fingers laced in her hair
where they couldnt stop him from whatever he chose to do to her.
He knelt just as she had done, and a hand blanketed a breast while the other rested
between her legs. He made no attempt to massage her but seemed content to simply
claim her. In the fantasy shed spun around herself, neither of them spoke, at least not
with words. There was no need because their ragged breathing and her helplessly
twisting body said everything. She needed, not freedom, but for him to move beyond
simply touching her. Yet even as the hand over her breast caused sweat to form there,
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she reveled in the masculine pressure. The same pressure trapped her labia and clit and
life hummed through them.
Her temples pounded, and although she struggled to close her eyes, they remained
open to remind her that he wasnt touching her after all. And, she reluctantly reminded
herself because to do otherwise was foolish and dangerous, he might never. She was his
slave and possession. Today she existed only to serve and service and pleasure him.
The collar seemed to tighten around her neck, and as the pressure increased, she
dove back into what shed been creating for herself in an attempt to dismiss the
pressure. In her well-painted dream, he no longer simply proved ownership of her but
had given himself a task she only partly understood. How could it be otherwise with
her legs spread and bent and him settled into the space hed created?
What are you doing?
With a mental shake, she broke free of the dream and focused on Dagen or rather
what she was doing to him. Somehow her hands had found their way between his
garment and his waist. Not only that, shed reached the swell of his buttocks.
Im sorry, she muttered and pulled free. I didnt mean
You didnt?
I wasnt thinking.
You werent?
Before she could decide what, if anything, to say, he slowly rolled over. His erection
strained against his shorts to put her in mind of a wild thing seeking freedom. He
snagged her wrists and placed her hands on his belly. Do it, he commanded.
Remove my shorts.
Was it just his words that had her shivering, or had glancing at the no-nonsense
mound been responsible? I thought you wanted me to
My back is no longer your concern. Remember who you are and do what I
command.
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His order nearly made her laugh, because at the moment she wasnt sure of her
name let alone anything beyond hot need. At least enough remained of her mind that
she managed to slide her fingers from his belly to the tie. Hed securely knotted the
rope, and she bent a nail dealing with it. Once shed freed it, she stared at what shed
accomplished and tried to swallow.
After a moment, she remembered what he wanted her to do next but couldnt make
herself move until he lightly slapped her thigh. Determined not to look at him, she took
hold of the waistband and drew it down, but only a little because the material was
trapped under him. He arched his back, lifting his ass off the bed to help her, then
settled down again. Maybe she was mistaken but wasnt that a moan?
With another tug, his cock sprang free, and her throat dried. Her hands were
sweating, and her fingers dug into the waistband. When they started aching, she was
forced to concentrate on relaxing her grip.
Finish the job you started, he commanded.
Staring at nothing, she drew his shorts down over his thighs and then headed
toward his knees. He bent them, then lifted one leg at a time so she could finish the job.
Shed done as hed commanded, and now he was naked with his shorts discarded, but
what was going to happen next? Theyd already fucked, or rather hed taken what was
his, so shouldnt she feel less unsure? Maybe, but why this urge to jump to her feet and
flee? And why this greater urge to cup his cock between her hands?
Look at me, he said in a newly deepened tone. What do you see?
He hadnt been specific about what part of his anatomy he wanted her to study, but
he didnt need to. When she first glanced down, she saw only a blur. Then, because
prolonging the inevitable wouldnt change anything, she shook her head, blinking as
she did. Dark and swollen and potent, his cock waited for her. She was afraid of it and
yet she wasntoverwhelmed maybe? And perhaps her hunger was what had her so
off balance she could barely think.
Touch me.
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The command jolted her. Frozen, she stared at her hands but couldnt think how to
move them. She wanted, how she did! But what if he fell on her like some rutting beast
much as hed done earlier?
Do it. Now.
His tone had turned gentle, and that gave her the courage to reach out. Her thumb
kissed his tip. She shivered and retreated, then touched flesh to flesh again. Rawly alive,
she struggled to place herself in his position. If she was a man, an aroused man, what
would she want the woman to do? To engulf his cock, of course, but all at once or a
little at a time while anticipation ate at sanity?
Opting for maybe bringing him down to her level, she took his tip between thumb
and forefinger and drew his weight toward her. His hand fisted, and no one had ever
looked at her as intently as he was. Releasing him, she bathed her thumb and finger
with her saliva. This time when she touched him, her fingers easily glided over his
length. She should concentrate on him. Wasnt she telling herself to? But her pussy
didnt care about anything but its own needs and demands, forcing her to again press
her legs together.
Judging by his half-closed eyes, she felt certain he didnt care about anything except
himself. Cupping his cock so his tip nestled in her palm, she slid her free hand between
her legs. Reaching her clit with her thighs together wasnt easy, but she refused to give
up. Still, she needed more pressure, more something. Maybe if she shifted position and
moved her knees apart as she did
What are you doing? he asked.
What do you want me to?
When he didnt respond, she met his gaze, or rather she tried to, but his attention
was on what he could see of her sex. His hands, which had been folded over his belly,
separated, and the one closest to her slid over her thigh, pulling up on her gown as it
traveled. Although she was no longer trying to stimulate her clit, her hand remained
against her pussy.
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I asked what you were doing because youd stopped tending to me. He indicated
the cock poking up from the fingers surrounding it. Now I know why. He nodded at
her crotch. Youre more interested in yourself than me.
Im sorry.
Drawing her hand off herself, she started to reach for his cock only to stop when he
ran his nails over her thigh. She jumped and whimpered. Wet fire flooded her pussy.
Dont, she begged when he raked her again. Please dont.
You dont want this? He trailed his nails from her knee to the join between belly
and thigh. It took everything she had not to pummel him, not to beg him to continue.
No.
Oh? Spread your legs.
I thoughtthis was supposed to be about you, your back.
It was, only now I want to learn certain things about you.
Didnt he already know more than any Zebede man shed lain with? Still, the notion
of revealing even more of her sexuality to him thrilled her. Feeling as if shed discarded
and then stomped on caution, she scooted her legs apart, releasing him as she did. He
made no attempt to sit up but rolled toward her.
A womans sex is a multi-layered thing, he said. Theres so much to it, hidden
places.
Oh.
Each one Ive seen has been different. Is that the way it is, every one unique?
I dont know.
Then women dont talk among themselves about such things? They dont compare
cunts?
No, of course not.
Its different for men because our organs are there for everyone to see.
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The conversation, although illuminating, had nothing to do with the gap between
her legs. She wondered if he was deliberately drawing out the anticipation, maybe
playing with her sanity so when he cupped his cock with a warriors dark hand, she
again placed her own hand over her sex. To her surprise, he smiled.
Is this what you want to do? he asked. Each of us pleasuring ourselves while we
watch what the other is doing?
No! I mean I Her pussy muscles clenched, forcing her to concentrate on
relaxing them. Doing so made her head pound and left her clit even hungrier.
Taking hold of her wrist, he pulled her hand off herself. Then he rolled onto his
back again and bent his legs a little. Climb onto me.
For a moment she couldnt make sense of his command, but studying the rod
jutting up from his hard body told her what she must do. Dagen, her master, wanted
sex again. It was her task, her obligation to supply the necessary pussy to allow that to
happen.
Swallowing down disappointment that went far deeper than today, she yanked off
her garment and straddled him but remained high on her knees with his cock not
touching her sex. After bracing herself by placing a splayed hand on his chest, she
threw back her head and ran her other hand along her labia, separating the soft,
drenched flesh and exposing the entrance that was all he cared about. His hands
bracketed her waist, and his forearms rested on the front of her thighs. Resolutely
looking straight ahead saved her from seeing his expression, and she worked at keeping
her own neutral.
His hold on her tightened, and he pulled down, making her wonder if he suspected
she was stalling.
Shed get the sex over with, please him so maybe they could get something to eat.
Then after hed fallen asleep, shed work her body into release as shed done so many
times.
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Her teeth clenched against tears and need, she lowered herself onto him. Shed
never taken a man like this before, on top instead of caught under his weight. Looking
down at Dagen while his cock stretched and invaded and warmed, gave her a sense of
power. At the same time, she felt trapped by him and happily skewered.
With a hand still on him for balance, she gripped a breast and threw back her head.
Sweat stained the hollow between her breasts and clung to her sides and belly.
Disconnected from everything except fucking and being fucked, she stared down at
him. His eyes dark with emotion she wondered if shed ever fully understand, he
returned her gaze.
Ill do what needs doing, she heard herself say. That way you wont risk damage
to
This is really what you want to do?
Instead of responding with words, she closed her sex muscles around the warm,
strong invasion. His nostrils flared, and he tightened his hold on her thighs, making her
shiver. Distracted, she briefly let up only to squeeze his cock with all her inner strength.
Does that answer you, Master? She slid her hand up his chest and then leaned
forward, taking his cock with her as she did.
Ah! Im notsure. I may need a further demonstration.
Was that humor from him? Intrigued by the possibilities, she lifted herself a little,
bringing him along. Is this what you had in mind? Talking took so much
concentration when she longed to focus on only one thingsex. Perhaps youd like me
to turn around?
That I would not like. Fortunately, I know how to prevent that from happening.
She knew he was going to grab her free breast before he did but made no attempt to
keep his fingers off her. Pressure on her nipple from his thumb and forefinger
distracted her, and she dipped her head trying to watch.
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The corner of his mouth twitched. What should we call this? A standoff? You have
hold of me, but I can control you.
Made bold by his upturned mouth and what might be a twinkle in his eye, she
shrugged. Call it what you want, but theres something I want to point out. She
slowly released her hold on him, not that it made that much difference because her cunt
still sheltered and imprisoned him. I can do things to you that you cant to me.
Oh? Tell me, what are those things?
Flat on his back the way he was, his ability to move was severely limited. He
couldnt dive into her or make her body shake. Wishing she knew more about what he
was experiencing and feeling, she settled herself against him while keeping her pussy
slack. Then, loving what she was doing, she slowly increased her hold. Bit by bit her
muscles closed until she wasnt sure where she left off and he began. She couldnt
compress his cock, it was too solid for that. But she could caress.
No longer concerned with whether he was watching her, she went in search of
rhythm. If she kept her movements to a minimum, she easily kept her balance, but her
cunt demanded heat and friction. Releasing her breast, she braced herself with both
hands on his chest. Her thigh muscles burned every time she rose until she wondered if
she might catch fire. Lowering herself onto him gave her a moment in which to recover
a little, then she brought him up with her, her sex clinging to him.
Once, twice, three times she straightened and supported herself with one arm so
she could press a finger against her clit. But despite her effort to remain erect, by the
time she worked it between their sealed bodies, she started to fall forward. She then
rocked her crotch against him, but although the friction made her breath whistle, it
wasnt enough.
Self-satisfaction would have to come later, as it always did. In the meantime, shed
steel herself against disappointment and finish him off. Wondering if he had any
inkling why shed ceased her up and down movements and was contracting and
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relaxing her vaginal muscles, she repeatedly stroked him. His lids dropped, and his
mouth sagged in the way of a man utterly focused on himself.
The more intently she studied him, the longer she caressed his cock, the less she
resented her flawed body. It wasnt his fault that she couldnt come this way. Shed
pleasure him, and in the effort, her sex would hum and anticipate.
Telling herself she was content, she put everything she had into massaging him
with her pussy. Her sex muscles were young and strong, albeit unaccustomed to doing
so much work. Always before the man had put out the most effort, but she was on top,
sweating and grunting, her nails digging into his flesh and his against her hip bones.
No, not just there.
After a shake of her head, she turned her attention to the masculine hand working
its way over her mons. Spurred on by the slow invasion of her cunt, she rocked back.
Keep going, if you can. He arched toward her, driving his cock deep. Make us
both burn.
Burn? In flames was more like it.
Instead of correcting him, she filled her lungs and concentrated anew. His cock had
become part of her, a gift from master to slave. Shed demonstrate her gratitude by
muscle-stroking him. She wouldnt stop until either he came or her body shattered.
She was wondering if it was possible to die from fucking a man when her body
shuddered. Not comprehending, she struggled to determine what had happened. His
fingershe didnt know or care which onepressed against her clit.
Slow down, he commanded. I almostdamnation Im too close.
You dont want
Of course I do. But not alone.
Not alone.
She needed to cry, but ruled by the fear of vulnerability, she fought her tears. Doing
so separated herself from her body. By the time she trusted her self-control, she realized
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she had gentled her attack on him. Without her knowing it, hed moved the hand that
had been on her hip around to her buttocks. He kneaded her there, the sensation
stimulating and calming at the same time.
In absolute contrast, there was nothing calming about what he was doing to her clit.
The first time, hed simply pressed against what she thought of as her sex button, but
hed changed to a motion that rocked her clit one way and then the other, never letting
up or giving her a moment for recovery.
Faster and faster, pressure growing, explosion threatening.
Lightning strikes. Jolt after jolt lapped at her, mini-climaxes maybe. Desperate for
the ultimate, she rolled forward and back, taking his cock with her but no longer caring
about its needs. This was all about her, climbing and clawing upward, grinding against
his hand.
Ready? he asked.
Ioh shit, shit.
He started making meaningless grunts. They vibrated throughout her, pushing at
her nerves and forcing cries and groans from her. Even as she dove into her climax, she
knew she was drowning.
Dying maybe.

It worked.
What did? Saarah asked.
Getting you to climax while I was inside you. I wasnt sure.
Instead of thanking this man who was her master for granting her something shed
believed was impossible, she lay on her back beside him and slid her hand over the soft
hairs protecting her cunt. Sensitive as her sex was, she didnt dare touch it. Neither
could she summon the courage to touch him. Her world was still fragmented and her
body done in.
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You arent saying anything, he said. Is it because you didnt want that to
happen?
No, no. It was
What?
Tell him. Be honest. Spectacular.
Thats all, just spectacular?
What do you want me to say?
I dont know. What just happened is new to me too.
Much as she wanted to drift off, she lifted herself onto her elbow so she could study
his expression.
I never thought something like this was going to happen, Saarah, he went on.
When you were given to me, all I thought about was that the ceremony represented
the end to warand that I had a sex slave for a while. You were a body. Thats all, a
body.
You were more than that to me. You represented power and proof that my people
had lost. I hated you.
But you dont anymore?
No.
Why not?
A lot of reasons. She should hide behind silence, should remind herself of the
collar around her neck, but how could she with memories of his gift swirling around
her? Not only that, his body was everything to him, and yet hed turned it over to her.
Today didnt turn out the way I thought it would.
What did you expect?
For you to act like a Warrior-God, but youre human.
On the tail of a sigh, he nodded. More so today than usual. Thank you for what
you did. My back feels better.
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Im glad, but it might not last.
Then youll have to give me another massage, if you want to.
He didnt have to ask. As her master, he had a right to command.
What are you thinking? he asked.
Of all the ways youve surprised me, she admitted. Your consideration of me.
I didnt think that was going to happen. Smiling, he ran his forefinger over her
breast. Or that youd care about me. I thinkif I hadnt sensed your compassion, I
would have never told you about my back.
Just as I wouldnt have said anything about mymy unique needs when it comes
to sex.
I like unique. Closing forefinger and thumb around her nipple, he gently pulled
her toward him. Knowing Ive given you something no other man has fills me with a
kind of power Ive never felt.
Although she could have pulled free, she lowered herself onto his chest. Her
flattened breasts tingled, and when he started sliding his hand over her spine, she
retaliated by nibbling the base of his throat.
Im not going to want to give up that power, he said, his words vibrating against
her lips. Thats why the collar is going to stay, so everyone will know youre mine.
Hmm. But if I bit you here, she lapped where shed been nipping, how would
you explain the marks?
He slapped her buttocks. Id tell them that youre a wild animal in need of more
training.
Fantasizing about what he had in mind caused her to lose track of what theyd been
saying, but maybe he didnt care because he was still lightly tapping her ass. A man
interested in conversation wouldnt do that, would he?
The training might take a long time, she pointed out. Then, keeping time with his
assault on her, she turned her head and ran her tongue over his ear.
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Yes, he hissed, it will. How do you feel about that?
What do you mean?
That we arent really slave and master, surely you understand that.
I do, she admitted. But what are we?
How can I answer when I never expected something like this to happen? One
thing Im sure of, youve become a vital part of my world.
Thank you for saying that. Just as youve become the most important person in
mine. She wondered if hed picked up on the emotion behind her admission. I feel
overwhelmed, and excited.
Not scared?
No. Dagen, I wouldnt have admitted what I just did if I didnt completely trust
you. You believe me, dont you?
Of course. And your trust means everything to me.
His hand, quiet now, was still on her buttock and testing her ability to concentrate.
Placing her forearms on his chest for support, she straightened so she could study his
features. Someday, maybe, shed look at him without feeling as if she was about to fly.
Today, however, that was the last thing she wanted.
Id like you to meet my family, including my father. What you saw of him isnt the
whole, loving man. Turning me over to you was terribly hard for him. He
Did what he had to, just as I always have.
Dagens tone left her convinced that he wanted to tell her a great deal about
himself, reveal layers she wouldnt have suspected existed if they hadnt shared their
bodies and more.
She opened her mouth to encourage him to begin when he placed his hands on
either side of her face and drew her down toward him. Even as her nipples hardened in
anticipation of an embrace, his mouth touched hers. The contact was soft, sweet,
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tentative and sure at the same time. Giving herself up to the moment, she breathed in
the scent of him and absorbed his taste.
A kiss, simple and complex, lips against lips while her heart beat in time with his.
Not caring if he realized she was crying, she opened her mouth a little. He did the same,
and when he slid his tongue between his lips, hers met it.
Lovers. Today. And tomorrow.

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About the Author

Of course Ive time-traveled to the ancient Everglades, infiltrated bondage
strongholds, done wilderness search and rescue, and spent a night trapped in a
workout gym with Mr. Universe. How can I possibly write about something I havent
experienced?
Although I love telling readers that, the truth is much more mundane. In my day
jobs, Ive been a commercial pilot, brain surgeon, worked as a white-water river guide,
bee keeper, snake charmer and garbage collector.
And if you buy all that, let me pitch the bridge I have listed on eBay.

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