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I give a tiny nod. His bland expression changes to one of cold disdain. His lips curve into a condescending sneer and his body straightens almost imperceptibly. He’s like a different fae when he grabs me by the scruff of the neck, opens the door, and pushes me in before him.
He lets go and I stand in the middle of the floor where I come to a stop with my head down.
‘Ah, you found her quickly. We had a wager that she’d evade you at least until midday.’ Bere sounds amused, and I hear a few chuckles.
I don’t look up.
Locke laughs. ‘She was lucky for a moment, but no little human female is going to best me for long.’
Bere waves a hand. ‘Go on. Put her in the block and get it done then.’
‘I don’t need the block for this,’ Locke says with a snort.
He sits down on one of the huge hay bales and crooks his finger at me. Conscious of all the stares from slaves and slavers alike, I go to him hesitantly and stand in front of him.
Bere barks a laugh. ‘She seems subdued, Locke. Put her in her place, did you?’
‘It didn’t take much,’ Locke replies, his eyes not leaving me. ‘No one saw, don’t worry, but she understands now that I don’t tolerate rebellion. Do I, female?’
I shake my head with a sniffle, staring at the ground and willing myself not to try to run again.
‘Come closer.’
I take a tiny step forward, and he chuckles and pulls me down to him. I lose my balance, landing on his knee, and he quickly positions my legs either side of his, opening me. I realize that whether by accident or by design, my slave’s dress hides everything. No one will see me, or what he does. I glance up at his eyes, grateful, at least, for that.
‘I’m not going to hurt you.’ He glances out at the room and frowns at the audience. ‘I’m going to take your hearing and sight from you while I do this. I will give it back when I’m finished. I’m very good at this and if you try to relax, it will be over very quickly. Nod if you understand.’
Eyes wide, I incline my head, and, as my vision slowly goes dark, as the room quiets, I realize he never spoke the words aloud.
‘I’m sorry it has to be this way, lass.’
Nothing happens at first. Then, I feel the merest touch over the rough cloth of my dress over my left nipple. It puckers, andI gasp. He does the same with the other, and a hand moves slowly down my back, traveling around to my front and delving between our close bodies. Light fingers travel up my inner thigh but stop before they reach my cleft. He then does the same on the other and I shift on his knee almost as if my body wants to be closer.
But that can't be right. I don't want this, do I?
Fingers graze the sensitive skin of my abdomen just above my mound, making me tense, and then he’sthere, touching me, flitting over a place that no one’s ever touched before – not even me, at least not likethis!
I know I gasp loudly though I can't hear myself as those deft, knowledgeable fingers part my nether lips wide and play at the entrance of the channel I know is there. My body locks in fear as unwanted memories assail me and my unseeing eyes clench tightly shut as I prepare for the pain, a distant memory now, but not one I’ll ever forget.
‘I’ll not hurt you,’ he says, but not with his lips.
His words appear in my mind, not in sound, but inintent.
Yet I hear him, and a warmth washes over me, soothing me and making my body relax immediately. In the furthest reaches of my mind, I know he’s cast magick on me. He’s a mage, but, in this moment, I don’t care what he is or what he’s done. He’s taken away the terror and the memory that caused it and now I feel calm, almost euphoric even.
I sigh, relaxing into his arms once more, feeling my head on his shoulder and nuzzling against his neck. He smells like leather and a spice I can’t place, and the scent of him makes me feel secure despite what’s happening. A finger slides into me slowly and I clutch at his shoulders at the intrusion that I find isn’t as unwelcome as I thought it would be. He’s gentle as he moves it in and out, and my body grasps at him, wantingsomething I don’t understand. He does it again and again until, soon, I’m slick with want and his digit slides in and out easily.
I jolt as he adds another, crying out as he stretches me, my fingers digging into his biceps. There's a feeling coiling low in my belly and I needmore. My mouth opens to beg for a thing I don’t have words for, and I almost hear his chuckle, but before I can speak, he hushes me.
Two thick fingers thrust into me firmly but gently and my hips buck of their own accord. He decides the rhythm, impaling me deeply and his thumb finds that place above that he touched before. He circles it with sure touches that have me wriggling and writhing.
His arm locks around my waist, keeping me anchored to where he wants me to be, and his pace quickens. My legs wind around him, seeking more, opening myself as much as I can for him.
And then I feel it, this thing they wanted to happen, the release, and I understand why it's called that. I don't hear myself, but I know I throw back my head and scream as pleasure pulses through me. My body is taut as a bow string, every muscle locked in a prison of ecstasy as pleasure envelops me, pleasurefrom a slaver.
The thought cracks through what my body has been made to feel and I suddenly want to cry. All at once, my eyes and my ears come back, and I find my legs wrapped around Locke’s waist, still trying to get as close to him as possible. He's holding me gently and firmly. I feelsafe.
Fool.
