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a tapestry that hung on the wall in front of him. “Is it
painful? I know that it can be for some women, even when they do
try to enjoy it.”
    Cushla inhaled heavily, and then exhaled the
breath just as slowly as she had drawn it in. “Psychological,
physical, it matters not. It’s invasive to have a man force his way
inside of me when I have no desire for it.”
    The slavemaster turned quickly, and without
knowing his intent Cushla’s body tensed defensively. But when he
merely tilted his head at an inquisitive angle and without moving
toward her, she stared at him briefly and then continued, “I’ve
never had the desire. So yes, it’s painful, but not in a way that
you would even take a care to understand.”
    Why was she compelled to tell him all of
this? It wasn’t as if she expected any mercy from the slavemaster.
Aside from that, she’d never known any man to forgo his lust for
the sake of sympathy, particularly with a slave. And this
slavemaster most definitely was feeling lust if the elongated bulge
molded by his trousers was any indication.
    He was definitely hard.
    And thick.
    More than ready to sink inside of her and
stroke slowly… in and out, in and out and…
    “Is this why you’re staring at my cock so
ardently, because you’re afraid of it?”
    Stars! Was she admiring his—hell pits
no! Cushla’s sight snapped upward at his words.
    He was smirking at her.
    Was he suggesting she was eager for it? Am I? She went rigid from head toe. “I fear no man.” Her
eyes dropped to his groin. She did not desire him. “Or
malicious serpent.” When she realized where she was again staring,
Cushla’s attention immediately reverted, returning to his face.
    Amusement sparkled Tarken's eyes. “Perhaps
once you and the malicious serpent have become acquainted, you’ll
change your mind.”
    His playful response encouraged Cushla to
relax a bit. A smile attempted to force its way onto her lips—but
no! She would not trust him. He hadn’t earned that from her
yet.
    Yet? No, she meant he would never earn it. “Only a fool would trust a snake.”
    “You do realize, Cushla that your status as
a slave nullifies your right to trust.” Tarken crossed one arm over
the other, his expression matter-of-fact. “No master or owner will
care if you do or don’t. You only serve a purpose, whether for
labor or as a bed mate or whatever else you owner wishes to use you
for. You’re a piece of property.”
    * * * *
    His words cut deep. Cushla’s face fell, her
expression so despondent that Tarken almost felt badly for
her…almost. He however, kept reality keenly in place. His job was
to train her properly for the king.
    She was a slave after all, and her
belligerence was the first issue he would need to address.
    “Cushla,” Tarken began. At least she seemed
to have a sense of humor hiding beneath the surface. He didn’t miss
the glint of a smile that graced her lips before at his teasing
comment. If he could nurture that aspect of her instead of crushing
her spirit, it would be better for her well-being in the long run.
“I’m not the kind of trainer you think I am. Truly, I’m concerned
that you make peace with your station and come to be content, maybe
even happy with it.”
    “As if I would believe that could happen. As
if I would ever allow it to happen.” Cushla glared at him. “You
haven’t a clue as to what this life of bondage is like and the
things I’ve been forced to submit to.”
    “I understand that many slaves are abused,
and I’m sure you’ve been hurt by many things done to you,” Tarken
returned. “It would be best for your well-being if you talked about
them. Be assured that I’ll listen.”
    “There’s nothing to tell.”
    “I think you lie” Tarken retorted. “By the
looks of the scars on you, I think there’s plenty to tell. At least
they had enough sense to save your face. It is quite lovely.”
    She crossed one adamant arm over the other,
squashing to the underside of her