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point. His
Majesty made it quite clear that Tarken was to know nothing. Yet
what does it matter? We’re instructed to kill him anyway if the
need be.”

Chapter Six
    Cushla was glaring at Tarken but she was
more upset with herself. Through her lust-driven haze, Cushla had
felt his mouth on her breasts. His fingers played with her pussy,
and she felt herself becoming very wet between her legs.
Mindlessness suddenly turned to sensibility as Cushla’s rational
brain forced its way in. She was being compliant, submitting to his
will, betraying her personal values. Her body was betraying her
will!
    And even worse than that, she liked it!
    She couldn’t. “No!”
    Anger reared inside of her, competing for
space with the foreign sensation and confusion. Cushla knew she
wouldn’t compromise what she fought so long to hold on to. She
scampered away from him, backward and across the floor. Drawing up
her knees, she wrapped her arms around them, studying her new
slavemaster with awe and disbelief. “What did you do to me?”
    She watched as he released and exasperated
breath and raked his fingers through his hair.
    Why wasn’t she repulsed by the way he
touched her? It would make fighting him so much easier. Thoughts of
what he could do to her in bed…sent her mind racing and her blood
pumping hot. Moisture seeped from between her legs again.
    “You behave like a skittish virgin Cushla,
when I know you are not.” Tarken grunted the words as he wrinkled
his forehead, wincing at the residual pain. He stood slowly, and
then pressed a palm against the wall to steady his body on his
feet. “Explain this.”
    “Dignity,” Cushla responded with little
intonation in her voice. She also pushed to a stand. Her legs were
wobbly. Was it from the fight or his lips? She didn’t want to
consider which right now.
    He stared at her, saying nothing.
    Boldly, she faced him and then noticed her
cloak was gone. She was completely naked. A quick glance around the
room and Cushla located the garment. It was bunched up on the
floor. When had the slavemaster taken it off?
    It didn’t matter.
    The scanty garment didn’t hide anything
anyway. Her attention returned to Tarken. He was smirking. There
was a gleam in his eyes that Cushla was unable to interpret. It
could be lust, but equally it could be his arrogance of her present
helplessness. Was he considering her punishment? The slavemaster
wasn’t jesting when he claimed he didn’t anger easily. After what
she’d just done other trainers and owners alike would certainly
have either activated the slave band, or be endlessly beating
her.
    “Your cheeks are flushed.” Tarken’s gaze
dropped.
    Her chest was heaving—she was short of
breath.
    His eyes fixated on that part of her, and he
seemed to become engrossed by how her breasts rose and fell with
her heaving breaths.
    No… he was fixating on her nipples.
They were hard and protruding, and Cushla wanted to cross her arms
to hide them but stood her ground, determined to mask the
vulnerability she felt. Her arms remained firmly pinned to her
sides, though her hands were firmly clenched into fists, her nails
digging almost painfully into her palms.
    “Are you aroused or angry, Cushla?”
    Cushla refused to answer. Let him
guess!
    Her silence drew Tarken’s attention back to
her face and he stared at her unblinkingly and waited for her to
answer.
    She said nothing.
    “Since you refuse to respond, I’ll draw my
own conclusions and assume that you want to get laid.” Tarken
walked toward the bed and threw off the covers. “As do I. Now lie
down and spread your legs.”
    Of course…she refused to comply.
    “You’ll find nothing but pleasure in my bed,
Cushla.”
    A small span of silence followed, and then
Cushla answered, “Intercourse is never a pleasure.”
    Tarken angled his head slightly to one side
and again, studied her for a moment. He then paced to one side of
the room. Putting his back toward her, he appeared to pay interest
to