A Slave to the Heart [LadyAibell]

A Slave to the Heart by Shelly Turner

A SLAVE TO THE HEART A Lady Aibell Press/Chippewa Publishing Publication, January 2005 Chippewa Publishing LLC PO Box 662 Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin 54729 Available Formats: Adobe Acrobat Reader (PDF) Other available formats: Palm Doc (PDB), Rocket/REB1100 (RB), Pocket PC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB), hiebook (KML), iSilo (PDB), Mobipocket (PRC), OEBFF Format (IMP), Microsoft Reader (LIT) A SLAVE TO THE HEART Copyright © 2005 Shelly Turner Edited by Catherine Chant Cover Art by Djinn Proofed by Brandy Overton ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole, or in part, by any means, without the written consent of the publisher. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination, or are fictitiously used. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. WARNING: The contents of this book are intended for mature audiences over the age of 18 only. Adult language, violence, and sexual situations may apply. Published in the United States of America

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“Well, girl, answer me!” Hadrian demanded. His face heated with anger as he stared into her tear-filled eyes. She was the only slave of the castle and had to understand his concern for her safety. Too many wolves could find their way onto the grounds this time of year, when the weather was warm and spring rains watered the land. Hadrian had acquired the property two years ago, wanting to move from modern day civilization into a more secluded way of life. Many men and women followed, understanding the danger involved in the Dominant/submissive lifestyle they had chosen to lead. They formed a small community where they would be free to live as they wished. “Master, this one is very sorry for disobeying, but the rain soothes your girl,” the petite, flame-haired slave answered in a voice laced with uncertainty. A gold collar encircled her neck. A small heart-shaped lock dangled from the front with the initials H. K. engraved on the side. Hadrian Kartar smiled at his new slave. Many slaves in the community craved to wear his collar as proof of ownership. He only wanted one until he was certain he could completely train her to his way of life. Even though this girl came to him as an experienced slave, she had much to learn about the laws in his home and of what he expected from her. Her disobedience would have to be punished of course, but he couldn’t hold back the joy that flooded through him as a name for his new slave echoed in his mind. “Girl, your name is now Amaya, and from this point on you will go by none other than this. Am I understood?” “Yes, Master, of course. May your girl ask what the meaning is of this name she has been given?” His body clenched at the gentleness of her voice, which caressed his ears. “Amaya means night rain. The name fits you in some way that even I do not understand, and yet is suitable for such a slave.” 1

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“Thank you, Master. May this slave be excused for bed now, Master?” “No, you may not. You have gone against my rules, the castle rules, and must be punished for such actions. I stand unyielding with what I am telling you, girl. Do not disobey me under any circumstances!” Hadrian balled his fists at his side and ground his teeth in attempt to hold his fury at bay. Hadrian frowned. The girl trembled before him on her knees at his feet. How frightened she must be. He let out a deep sigh, relaxing his hands. He was six-footthree and two hundred seventy pounds. Of course, Amaya would be trembling; he was twice her size in height and width. However, she didn’t seem fragile like other slaves he had seen. She wanted to please him and seemed devoted to him immediately. Hadrian felt as if his heart had been pulled from his chest as he gazed into her translucent emerald eyes. He could practically smell her fear as she shook and cowered in front of him. Amaya’s red hair spiraled down her back in curls. Her full ruby red lips forced images into his mind of how wonderful they would feel against his own. Her breasts were round and perky, her pink nipples revealed through a white silk gown that fell slightly off her shoulders and ended just above her knees. Each breath she took was deep and lined with nervousness. Hadrian held his breath for a moment, his body heating at the vision before him. His heart pounded in his chest. Need swam deep in his stomach, his jeans growing tight as his desire awoke and deep lust consumed him. He ached for release, but for now, duties came first. After all, Amaya had only been in the castle for a day and rules were already being broken. He would have to take action to keep the upper hand on things. He watched Amaya sob. Tears cascaded down her flushed cheeks and her lips quivered. Clearly, she understood his disappointment in her disobedience. “Bidziil,” he called to his best friend and right hand man, “disrobe the girl and tie her to the pole in the garden. I want her hands tied above her head and her feet bound, crossed at the ankles. Retrieve the whip with nine leather strands and strike her bare skin ten times. Once this is done, leave her tied and return to your quarters.” “Consider it done.” Bidziil gave Hadrian a smile, reassuring him that he would always be willing to help in such circumstances. Amaya held her head down as he stripped her gown from her. Bidziil lifted her over his shoulder and carried her out of the room. Amaya sobbed harder. She dug her nails into Bidziil, but he did not react. Hadrian watched from his window as the woman was bound to the post in the garden. The moonlight licked her skin, illuminating her magnificent feminine form, seducing Hadrian’s thoughts. His muscles tightened as images of her body beneath his assaulted his 2

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thoughts, and a deep aching need surged through him. Fierce cravings flooded him with desire and a deep, ravenous growl vibrated in his chest. He hungered to taste her lips on his, to feel her skin under his touch. The lingering aroma of her lilac lotion teased his senses. Her perfectly rounded breasts seared his thoughts. A throbbing sensation erupted between his legs, his manhood hardening with want that only she could satisfy. Pull yourself together. From the moment Hadrian had chosen to lead this lifestyle, he had vowed never to use his slaves for sexual gratification. He wanted a deeper level of companionship and devotion that only a slave could offer. A slave presenting her heart and soul to her Master was the most priceless gift he could receive. He wanted Amaya’s heart, yet needed to keep his own intact. The only way to do that would be to ignore the painful urges and his heart’s longing. Sex had always begun his personal relationships, but no longer could he allow desire alone to determine the fate of his affairs. Hadrian pounded his fist against the wall and attempted to focus on some feeling other than the need she had built within him; it was a dangerous need, one that would make him crazy if he was not cautious. Never had he seen a slave so untainted and so full of dignity. She was his rose that never wilted, even under the severe punishment he now subjected her to. There was passion in her eyes, a deep yearning to please him. With each of the whip strands striking her skin, welts appeared. Still, no screams escaped her lips. He had never been so aroused by a slave before. Even though she was the first he had owned, he had met many without any stirrings of desire. There was something about Amaya that left him thirsting to taste the sweetness of her skin. Hadrian’s heart skipped a beat as he counted the last strike against her skin. Amaya hung her head down. Her body shook with sobs. Bidziil moved across the grass, leaving her bound, and disappeared from view. The moonlight shone down on Amaya, spotlighting her body. Hadrian’s eyes focused only on her. The glow from the moon mesmerized him. He longed to hold her against him, to mold their bodies together in perfection, to take satisfaction within her glorious form. Indulging himself within the silky texture of her sex played in his mind. His body demanded release from the torture that flowed through it. Hadrian shook his head vigorously. He had to focus on something other than the slave, the seductress, restrained outside his window. He grabbed his robe and went into the bathroom to shower. The coolness of the water should dampen the burning sensation that stung every nerve in his body. Minutes later, screams filled his ears, so loud even the water couldn’t drown them out. Soaked from the shower, Hadrian dashed to the window and glanced out. Damn! Amaya was tossing her head back and forth. Low growls joined her screams in a horrifying melody. The large gray creature snarled, moving toward 3

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Amaya with guarded, hungry strides. The luscious grass crunched beneath its massive paws. Fangs gleamed as saliva trickled from the wolf’s mouth. Amaya thrashed about for her freedom, twisting her wrists in the leather ties that bound her. Blood lined the welts where the leather whip had dug deep into her flesh. The wolf approached, not yet tasting the blood that pumped in her veins. Its mouth opened, ready to attack. Hadrian seized the rifle that rested against the wall, clutching onto it as his adrenaline peaked. In one loud and perfect shot, the beast fell lifelessly to the ground, inches away from Amaya. Every hair on Hadrian’s body stood up. He couldn’t believe that he almost lost Amaya to a hungry wolf. He should have known better than to leave her tied in the garden, knowing how unsafe it was. Without dressing, Hadrian left the room to release Amaya from the pole. He had to see with his own eyes that the beast did not harm her. Deep in his heart, he needed to touch her, to examine her body. The rain was cold and hard through his robe, stinging his skin with its knifelike sharpness. The closer he came to Amaya, the harder it became for him to hold back his need to take her body with his own. Her body was eye-catching, like looking at liquid silk. Her ivory skin tantalized his every sense and the flawless shape of her silhouette left heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. His muscles tightened and spasms shot through him. Want replaced fear; his shaft lengthened, hardening with fierce desire. His insides felt like molten lava. Hadrian ached for release from the agonizing pain between his legs. How could one mere slave cause him to stir so viciously? Never would he have thought such a woman could awaken the very desire he had been trying to ignore. His yearnings for her were only growing stronger, blazing. Chills raced up Hadrian’s spine as Amaya gasped. Her voice felt like velvet to his ears. The simple sound sent raw need through him, arousing his member. Quickly, Hadrian removed the leather straps that held her and tossed her slender womanly body over his shoulder. Growls came from deep within him. Her feminine and fiery curves under his touch sent flames licking along his skin. He resisted the urge to toss her on the ground and take what he wanted. The slave girl was still a virgin; he couldn’t bring himself to cause her pain in ways he so deeply craved. His body screamed to take her innocence, but his mind persistently recalled the pledge he had made to himself. Intimate attachment was the last thing he wanted. Past relationships confirmed his lifestyle and intimacy did not mix; it always ended in bad break-ups. Love had given him nothing but heartache and emotional conflicts. He could no longer allow others to use him as an object of pleasure. Relief washed over Hadrian when he reached his room once more. The simple security of his confined space eased the animal inside of him that longed to break 4

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free. He sighed heavily and tossed Amaya onto the bed. “Damn you, girl!” he spat. What was I thinking, bringing her here? The girl was driving him crazy. He wanted her in the most barbarous ways, but his heart was at stake, and that was the one thing he could not afford to lose. “W-what did I do?” Amaya asked. Her words came out as no more than a murmur. She trembled, folding her arms around her waist. “Nothing, forget it,” he growled. “Get out of my room and get some rest. I will deal with you tomorrow.” He pointed toward the door. “Yes, Master.” Amaya removed herself with haste, closing the door behind her. Hadrian rubbed the back of his neck. His breathing calmed. She had gone without argument, as a trained slave should. He feared that if she had stayed in his presence much longer, he would have had her on his bed. Thoughts of her perfumed skin held close, her slender body melting into his, her hair resting on his bare chest, sent him into a world of heated, erotic passion. This has to stop! I can only handle so much torment. He ran his fingers through his long black hair, pushing it from his eyes. He gritted his teeth, snarling from the imprisoned heat. He wanted to discipline her for looking as she did, for awakening the fiery desire he had strived to disregard for so long. Now, he had no choice but to face the fire that continued to rage within him, building like a volcano on the verge of erupting. Hadrian dried himself and climbed beneath his black, silk blankets. As hard as he tried to fade into a realm of dreams, sleep would not come. He tossed and turned, yearning for his new slave. Of course, he was Master. He could have his needs fulfilled at any moment of his choosing, but he went against it. Taking her would bind them together in more ways than sexual satisfaction. He was not ready for commitment or ready to deal with a jealous slave. He wanted her adoration and obedience, but not the kind of emotions that would challenge his title. He was Master of his castle and no slave was going to tempt him from his duties. His heart was his and his alone. He had been deceived too many times to be compliant. No longer would he give in to a female’s desires—or his own. Confusion swept over him. He needed her sexually, emotionally, and full heartedly, but the risk of losing himself in a jealous world was more than he could handle. Her purity frightened him above all else. He did not want to take something so special without knowing for certain of her commitment to him as a slave. The only choices he had left were to be patient and sort through his emotions—or to sell her. Never would he sell a slave. Especially one that had never been given a chance. Something about her kept excitement running through him. Every moment was a new emotion and with her, life would never be boring. He needed her as much as 5

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he hoped she needed him. Ignoring the possibilities of love and happiness was easier than admitting defeat. **** Amaya stared at the door. Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest. Each beat reverberated through her. She hoped that the new day had calmed her Master’s rage. Yesterday she had made many mistakes, but today held promise for a new beginning. She inhaled deeply, gathering the nerve to beg entry to her Master’s quarters. She knocked three times. “Come in,” Hadrian commanded. Amaya turned the doorknob with unsteady hands. The door creaked open, leaving her breathless as she gazed upon him. “Master, your girl has come to bathe you this morning.” She trembled slightly, holding the silver basin and sponge close to her stomach. “Why? I have a shower. I’m not helpless, girl.” “I just thought that…” She attempted to explain that she had simply wanted to be close to him. “Quit rambling. You may bathe me if you wish.” “Yes, Master.” Her heart skipped a beat upon his agreement. A warmth rose to her cheeks. The thought of touching her Master in all his glory left liquid heat swimming in her belly. The image of running her fingers over his masculine frame made her smolder. Even the simple action of touching his lengthy raven mane would send chills racing up her spine. Amaya approached the marble bench where Hadrian sat. She could scarcely breathe at the sight of him. His body was covered by a silk robe that concealed his dark skin. His hair flowed in a silky sheen down his back. The open ‘v’ of his robe revealed his smooth rippling muscles. He gazed upon her with a stony expression, harsh and unyielding, but she was certain he had tenderness within him. If only she could bring it to the surface. When Amaya reached his side, she untied the robe, removed it from his bronzed flesh, and placed it on the bed. She gasped at the sight of his muscled chest. Desperate desire flared within her as thoughts of tasting his skin danced in her mind. “Is there a problem, girl?” “No, Master. Your girl is fine.” Her body heated with want. She bit down hard on her bottom lip, frantically searching for a way to calm the ocean of fire that had risen inside her so rapidly. She dipped the sponge into the water, rubbed the aloe soap against it, and then 6

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placed it on Hadrian’s shoulder. An unexpected moan escaped her lips as the sponge slid smoothly over his skin. Her body begged for release from the insatiable desire emerging. She massaged his skin with the soapy liquid while he rested his back against the wall, his eyes closed. She forced herself not to stare at the member between his legs, but she yearned to touch and caress him there as well, to bring him gratifying pleasure. Her body grew hot and restless. Could a Master like Hadrian ever desire something about her other than the simple duties that were expected? His lack of acknowledgment plagued her. He seemed to be avoiding her. Was she not his type? What was she doing wrong? Amaya wanted to touch him in the most intimate ways, but without his permission, she could only fantasize. Images of his body draped over hers, of his mouth taking her own with a burning passion, left her starving for his touch. She yearned to meld into his hard body as their mutual attraction smoldered into a fiery passion. She wished he would open up to her and allow her to serve him in every way. She would give him anything he desired without hesitation. She had followed him into this realm he had created only wanting to be owned by him. The passion that moved deep within her slave heat at the thought of his hips grinding against her as he nestled himself deep within her sheath was breathtaking, nearly unbearable. Amaya beamed inwardly as she ran the sponge over his strong chest. His deep groans sang to her heart, triggering spasms deep within her sex. Chills raced up her spine, leaving flames in their wake. She thirsted for his kiss, longed to be entirely his. She wanted what he had not yet offered—passion and fulfillment. His body shifted under her touch, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly parted. She bent forward, her lips mere inches from his. His warm breath intoxicated her, but the notion to kiss him dissipated when thoughts of the leather whip rushed to mind. Amaya dropped quickly to kneel before him and dipped the sponge into the basin. She wanted him to desire her, to take her into his strong, demanding arms and she could think of nothing else. Her thoughts gave birth to a dangerous decision. Perhaps she could not kiss him, but she could still touch him in an intimate manner. Surely, he would not punish her for washing him, not when he had given her permission. Excitement exploded in her veins as she brought the sponge to the growing thickness of his shaft. “Girl, wash me with your hands, not the sponge,” Hadrian said in a husky voice. Unmistakable hunger laced his words. Amaya shuddered, moist heat settling within her intimate folds. She calmed her shaky hands. Her heart fluttered as she relished the thought of how far she could take this erotic moment. The need in his 7

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voice left her breathless. His body could not lie. Some part of him wanted her the same way she wanted him. She returned the sponge to the basin and lathered her hands. Hadrian’s moans grew louder as her hands gently massaged the base of his shaft. He looked like a god with his head resting against the wall, muscles so taut she was practically swooning as she gazed upon them. His manhood grew hard and fiery within her grip. Her breathing grew difficult with intoxicating need. Heat imprisoned her in its blaze. Moving to his thighs, she caressed him in unhurried circles. A surge of lightning shot through her as she assessed his reaction. His breathing became labored; his body shifted at her slightest touch. He was hard with need, thick and ready. Still, he did not reach for her. Why won’t he take what I am so willing to give him? If only he would take her to his bed and free them both from the agony. Suddenly, a fierce pain ripped through her. Hadrian yanked her hair, dragging her against his bare flesh. His fingers entwined in her curls and jerked her face closer to his. He lowered his head and pressed his blazing lips against hers. She whimpered with shock and surprise. His kiss was hard and deliciously painful. His hold on her remained firm. Her tongue danced with his in a desperate rhythm, while his eyes burned with a desire that melted her heart. Her body fell limp in his strong grip. Her lips ached from the intense kiss, but she savored every second of it. She didn’t care if the world ended this very moment, as long as she remained in her Master’s arms. But as quickly as the magic started, it vanished. Amaya nearly fell over as Hadrian shoved her away. Had she done something wrong? Uncertainty and sorrow swiftly replaced her short-lived joy. “Leave now, girl,” he demanded. Amaya snatched up the silver basin and bolted from the room. Tears rolled down her flushed cheeks. Damn! How did this girl seduce him so effortlessly? Never before had this happened. What did she have that average women did not? Something had to be done. He could not spend all of his time focusing on the flame-haired slave that electrified every nerve in his body and awakened an unmerciful need in him. He did not want to live like he used to, in a world of heartbreak and deception. That was why he had purchased so much land and moved into a world where he would be in charge twenty-four hours, seven days a week. Perhaps what he needed was another slave to distract him. Hadrian picked up the phone to call Novi, a Master many in the community respected. Men in search of a slave would go to Novi before attempting to find one on their own. Novi would know of a slave who needed a Master. “If you can’t resist her, Hadrian, take her. That’s your right as her Master.” 8

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Novi’s voice rang with amusement at Hadrian’s predicament. “Don’t you think that I’m aware of that? I don’t want to take her. She causes too many feelings to stir, and I’m definitely not ready for a commitment such as that.” “Ahhh, one of those girls, huh?” Novi laughed. “Yeah, I guess so.” God, he hated talking to Novi about his problems, but what choice was left? This was his only option to tame the fire. He was dedicated to Amaya as her Master, but it could turn into so much more than he bargained for—especially with her being the only female, and the only slave, in the castle. “Let me see what I can do for you,” Novi said. “I will contact you this evening and let you know.” “That will be fine.” Hadrian let the phone line go dead. Another slave in the castle, just what he needed. If everything went smoothly, he would not have to concern himself with Amaya much longer. Hadrian dressed, cursing occasionally. His body continued to throb with need. He expected it to dissipate once Amaya was out of his sight, but it only grew stronger as thoughts of her taunted him. God, how he wanted her to feel the desire she sparked inside him, to make her feel the pain that he had been dealing with. He wanted her to beg for release, as he had been doing. To take her and spread his seed within her, branding her with his sex. The rest of the day brought much torment. Hadrian tried to concentrate on getting the castle organized, but to no avail. Amaya weighed on his mind. The way her hips moved seductively when she walked. The way she moved so gracefully, like she was floating across the floor. Her eyes stared into his soul, begging to serve him, only him. She was the perfect slave, but with those long red tresses that rested against her smooth, satin skin, she was also an angel of seduction. Everywhere he turned, Amaya seemed to be right there to do his bidding. This was her job, yet he did not want her so near, captivating him with her scent, her walk. Hell, everything about her involved temptation. Her smile sent pains through him, leaving him instantly hard for her. His body shifted under the pressure. He was explosive, a bomb waiting to go off, a lion waiting to attack its prey. How could he possibly be near this girl without throwing her to the floor and thrusting himself into her like an animal in heat? Hadrian jumped at the chime of the telephone. “Hello?” “I have a girl for you. Her name is Tiva.” “Meaning ‘dance,’ interesting name.” His heart skipped a beat. “Yes, her skills are a little rough, but she can dance with the best of them. I am willing to part with her for ten thousand dollars. That’s more than reasonable.” “Yes, I will take her.” His pulse thumped as he stifled his joy. 9

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“Okay, I will bring her by tomorrow evening.” “That will be fine, thanks.” Hadrian hung up the receiver, humming silently to himself. **** “Bidziil, would you call for Amaya? I need to speak with her immediately,” Hadrian said as his friend walked toward him. “No problem. I will get her for you.” Hadrian paced the floor, wondering where to begin. There was so much that needed to be done before Novi arrived with Tiva. He cringed when Amaya entered the parlor. She had her hair tied back with a white, lace ribbon, and her lips the color of rose petals. Bidziil followed one step behind her. “Hadrian, I need to work on the castle finances,” Bidziil said. “If you need me, I will be in the office.” “Thanks, Bidziil.” “Yes, Master?” Amaya kneeled at his feet, holding her head high and gazing expectantly at him. “Girl, you may stand.” Amaya rose to her feet, with confusion and concern etched on her face. “You will be joined by a sister slave.” Hadrian focused on the fire burning in the fireplace as he spoke. He did not want to look at Amaya; the scent of vanilla on her skin was almost too much for him to bear. He did not want to see her tresses that were most certainly lying against her breasts, or glimpse the seductive smile waiting to greet him. “She will arrive tomorrow evening. Show her around the castle and do whatever it takes to make her comfortable.” “Yes, Master. Your girl will do her best to please you.” Her voice was like a soft melody, sensuous and sweet, making his body hot and his shaft grow with desperate need. “Do not disappoint me, Amaya. Go finish your chores, and then retire for the night. Tomorrow will be a long day of preparing for our guest, Lord Novi.” “Yes, Master.” Amaya turned and glided toward the door, her hips swaying from side to side. Hadrian made the mistake of watching her leave. Oh, to hold her breasts in his hands, suckling them one at a time. To experience the sweetness of her slave heat, while she lay shackled to his bed, until his hunger was sated. Hadrian leaned back on his bed, letting out a deep sigh. He closed his eyes with an air of hope. The day had finally ended and peace would come when the sun rose in the sky once more. What seemed to be only a few minutes later, Hadrian was staring into Amaya’s 10

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eyes. Her body was unclothed, covered in a silky sheen. Her hair trailed down her back. Hadrian massaged her neck with the palm of his hand. His lips took hers with an unrelenting hunger. His body pressed hard against hers, holding her form prisoner against his. His hands roamed the velvet softness of her body. He twirled his fingers in the satin curls above her intimate folds. Her whimpers grew to maddening moans. His shaft pressed against her inner thigh, the slick moisture of her slave heat caressing his manhood with the slightest movement. Hadrian sprang up in his bed, panting. His body glistened with sweat. He stepped into the shower, begging the cool water to calm his skin, slake his need. I can’t even dream of anything other than her! To take her the way his dream urged would be wonderful…and a complete disaster. He had to resist her before his heart paid the price. Before long, he lay back in bed. He could hardly wait until Tiva arrived to occupy his time and help clear his of thoughts of Amaya. **** The morning sun filtered through the windows, painting the stone walls in shades of orange and red. Amaya prepared a room for the new slave. She placed a vase of wildflowers on the nightstand as a welcoming gesture. Then she rushed around the castle, making certain everything would be perfect for the upcoming night. It would be nice to have someone at the same level to talk with. Lately, she had felt ignored by Hadrian and didn’t quite comprehend the reasons for the silence. What had she done to infuriate him so? What made him distant? For the next two hours, Amaya busied herself moving furniture into the garden for the night’s visitors. Two chairs and a table now sat at the edge of an open circle, where the slaves would sit. A fire burned in a shallow pit encircled by rocks. In a wooden ice bucket on the table between the chairs, a bottle of wine chilled, flanked by two crystal glasses. Her Master would be pleased. At nightfall, Novi stepped out of a white limousine, his slave bound to his wrist by a thick, silver chain. Novi was a short, stocky man who made up for his small stature with a commanding presence. Just looking at him, Amaya felt compelled to kneel before him and do his bidding. Some considered him handsome with his ice blue eyes and neatly tied blond hair, but Amaya saw something dark and sinister in his features. He looked dangerous and cruel. The way he carried himself and the way he glared at her sent shivers up her spine. When he smiled in her direction, almost like a sneer, Amaya’s knees shook. The girl with him did not seem intimidated by Novi. She stood tall and proud in a stunning white silk gown, its neckline adorned with diamond sequins. It fit 11

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snuggly around her thin form with dainty straps caressing her shoulders. The dress was so short it practically revealed the girl’s sex. Amaya gasped, a sliver of jealousy flooding through her. This girl was out to get more than a Master. The way she looked, with her blood red lips and rouge-covered cheeks, it was clear she wanted to be Hadrian’s new plaything. Hadrian kissed the girl deeply on the mouth then placed his collar about her neck. His hands continued to roam her body like a sexually starved madman. Amaya could not believe the way he was touching the new girl. His hands slid over the girl’s hips, moving upward, stopping to massage her engorged breasts. He stared at her with admiration, as if she were a jewel. How could he touch that girl so intimately and barely look at Amaya? Tears filled her eyes. She wiped them away before they could trail down her cheeks. She wanted to please Hadrian, for him to look at her the way he did the other girl. She wanted to be his one and only, but this was not her choice to make. “Amaya, come meet your sister slave, Tiva,” Hadrian said in an agitated tone, as if disappointed by her mere existence. Amaya strolled toward Tiva, forcing a smile. If Hadrian became aware of her feelings about Tiva, he would sell her for sure. Slaves had no right to be jealous of other slaves, or to cause them harm. “Welcome, sister,” Amaya said, itching to grab hold of the girl’s hair and pull it out in chunks. Tiva had no right to be here, interfering with the relationship she was trying to build with her Master. Amaya wished the girl dead just for looking as she did in the skimpy, slutty dress. Amaya had worn her favorite black dress that ended five inches above her knees. The material was lacy and thin, nearly transparent, but tasteful. If she presented herself properly, she could win her Master’s heart. There was no way she would give up on her need to be with him. Everything she wanted depended on her winning Hadrian’s heart. Amaya sat on the ground to the left of her Master and Tiva on the right. The moon shone down on them, highlighting the girl’s long blond hair. Hatred stung through Amaya. Oh, how she wished this girl would just run away and never return. “Tiva, dance for your new Master Hadrian,” Novi commanded as he and Hadrian exchanged money. “Yes, Master, of course,” Tiva said in an innocent tone. The air was warm. The fire burned brightly against the backdrop of a black, star-streaked sky. Leisurely, Tiva ascended to her feet and walked to the center of the circle. Her hips swayed, and she traced her body with her hands, causing her dress to rise, revealing the patch of curls above her sex. Amaya bit her lip to hold back her laughter. This girl was making a fool of herself. No slave should be so unrestrained. 12

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Tiva drew her hands over her breasts, smiling softly at her new Master. She lifted her arms above her head, spinning in gradual circles. She arched her back, moaning with noticeable desire, before falling to her knees at Hadrian’s feet. “Girl, you were lovely.” Hadrian smiled wide. He kissed Tiva on top of her head. Tiva smiled at Amaya, as if expecting her to be happy that she had received the affection of their Master. Amaya wasn’t fooled. She felt the threat that gleamed in Tiva’s eyes. Amaya would fight until the end for Hadrian’s heart, if that were what it took. Tiva had to be ten years older than she was. It would be in Amaya’s best interest to use this against her foe. Of course, the girl could have more experience than she did, but the difference in age made Amaya more confident that she would succeed in winning the affection of Master Hadrian. Amaya snickered. This girl didn’t even know how to dance; how could she please Hadrian? “Amaya, is something funny, girl?” Hadrian asked in a sharp tone. “Master, your girl is sorry. May I request to dance before you also on this lovely night?” She held her breath for his answer. “No, I don’t think that is a good idea,” Hadrian said as if disgusted. Amaya’s eyes stung with tears. This was her one chance to prove herself, and he would not allow it. “Hadrian, if you allow your slave to dance tonight before us, I will lower the price of Tiva down to seven thousand dollars.” Novi smiled, winking at Amaya. “I would love to see her dance.” Hadrian closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. “Amaya, you may dance for us,” he finally said. Amaya smiled. Novi was the last person she expected to help her. Despite how she felt under Novi’s scrutiny, she was thankful for his assistance. She wasn’t certain she would go unpunished for what she was about to do, but she needed to take the chance. After all, what did she have to lose? At least if he disciplined her, it would be some contact with her Master. Amaya stood regally, holding her head high. Her skin glimmered in the firelight, silky with sweat. She forced her quaking knees to be still. She had no choice; she had to show Hadrian that she was more worthy of his affections than Tiva was. Moisture gathered at her slave heat. She treasured being a virgin at twentythree when most women lost it by eighteen, but at this moment, she wished Hadrian would take it from her. Everything she had was for him. Once in the middle of the circle, she lowered herself to the ground, her hair spread around her face and shoulders. She concentrated on her heartbeat. The throbbing heart of a slave dedicated to—and in love with—her Master was the 13

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greatest rhythm of all. She raised herself to her knees, swaying slowly. Her hands drifted up in the air. She traced the length of her arm with her hand. Her breathing staggered. Sliding closer to the edge of the circle, Amaya bit down on her bottom lip and looked tenderly into Hadrian’s eyes. She spread her thighs far apart, her hands drifting over her body with true need and longing. She stood with fluid motion, her heart hammering within her chest. The beat accelerated with each movement she made. Amaya leaned her head back, her hair flowing in curls down her back. She outlined her lips with her fingers. Without entirely thinking it through, she slipped her hands around her dress and lifted it from her sweat-glistened body. She revealed her perfectly rounded breasts and erect nipples to her Master. Amaya heard Hadrian groan, a deep, rough sound. Satisfaction flooded through her. It was obvious her actions affected him; why did he try to deny it? Just a little more persuasion, a little more temptation, and she would be lying in his arms. She tried to ignore his sounds of pleasure that left silky moisture in the folds of her sex and concentrated on the pulse pounding in her ears. Her heart urged her to run to him and kiss him with the burning passion she felt deep within, to love him, and to force him to admit he loved her back; but Hadrian’s hard expression brought her to her senses. She dared not presume to know what lay in his heart before he showed her. White thong panties, tied on each hip, covered her slave heat. She slithered toward Hadrian, moving her hips in a circular rhythm as her hands traveled over her breasts. She licked her lips enticingly. Her heart raced when he reached for her and untied each side of her panties. She was hot and wet. More than ready to fulfill any desire her Master had. Amaya moaned, swaying as a drunk before him. She wanted Hadrian to know of her complete submission to him. She would give him anything he requested. Nothing would keep her from pleasing him to the best of her abilities. Hadrian would always come first in her life. He was her Master, and he owned her heart. Amaya fell to her knees in submission, her upper body lying against the ground. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, her sobs consumed her. “Looks like you have quite a dancing girl, Hadrian,” Novi said with admiration and a touch of envy in his voice. “Yes, I think you are right.” Hadrian grinned and his eyes sparkled with pride. “Well, I better get going. I have some business to tend to. Besides, looks like you may want to reconsider taking Amaya.” Novi winked and grinned devilishly. He thanked Hadrian for his hospitality, shook his hand, and left him alone with his two slaves. “Amaya, wait here,” Hadrian said. “I will return in a few minutes.” 14

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“Yes, Master.” What was he going to do? Gooseflesh lined her skin at the memory of the leather strap against her body. She watched Hadrian take Tiva’s hand and disappear into castle. What was he going to do with her? Reward her for the so-called excellent performance? The thought of him touching Tiva with passion made her stomach queasy. Amaya’s tension eased when Hadrian stepped into the garden a few minutes later without Tiva. He could not have used Tiva for his own pleasure in such a short time. “Amaya, what you did tonight was unacceptable. You revealed yourself to another Master without my consent. Your dance was well done, and yet I am disappointed with how far you went.” “Master, your girl apologizes for letting you down once again.” Amaya forced her tears back and studied her Master’s face. For a split second, a spark lit his eyes, a look that had become all too familiar to her. It was the desire and need she had seen while bathing him, only now it seemed more treacherous. Hadrian took off his leather belt and ordered Amaya to the ground. She did as he commanded and held her breath. Her hands were sweaty and shaking. Her body quivered with fresh sobs. How did she always manage to fail him? Every attempt she had made to please him had gone unnoticed. The leather belt swung through the air and landed on her back. The sting was relentless. Eight more followed, each striking a different area of her flesh. It seemed to go on forever but lasted only a couple of minutes. When the strikes ended, only the sound of Amaya’s weeping remained. Her body burned from the leather. How could she have been foolish enough to think that she could impress Hadrian? Her sobs grew uncontrollable as she lay on the ground, huddled in a ball. Then out of the darkness, a steady hand reached out to her. Amaya gaped in disbelief. Slowly, she lifted her arm and grasped her Master’s fingers. Tears continued to spill down her cheeks. Hadrian stared into her eyes. Her heart pounded. Was it not over? She couldn’t possibly handle any more beatings today. She had gone overboard, stripping in front of Novi, but she’d had to do something drastic to get Hadrian’s attention. Oh, she had succeeded all right. Her Master’s eyes glinted in the firelight, but it was not anger she saw in them, only hunger and compassion. Desire replaced her fear as she held his gaze. He stared silently at her for several minutes then his lips touched hers. His soft moans cut off her sobs and sent a tingling sensation into the pit of her stomach. He forced her mouth opened with his. Their tongues entwined in a dance of seduction. His kiss hardened, raping her lips. He gripped her hair in both hands, yanking her against him. The small moan that escaped Amaya’s throat intensified his kiss, making her lips ache and her hunger that much stronger. 15

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Hadrian’s face appeared dark and dangerous in the flickering shadows around the kindling fire, awakening the desire deep in Amaya’s belly. A breeze blew across her body, but did little to ease the yearnings that surged through her. Hadrian’s masculine scent mingled with the fragrance of violets from the garden and filled her with insatiable need. He lowered her to the ground and covered her body with his. With rhythmic movements, he ground himself against her sex. His hands wandered her body as he parted from their kiss and moved his mouth to Amaya’s breast, suckling one nipple, then the other as she clung to him. His mouth felt hot, ravaging her in its urgency. Flames licked her skin as desire blazed through her. His tongue roamed her body, as if relishing the taste of her flesh. He sampled his way to her slave heat with slow, delicious bites. Amaya closed her eyes as he delved himself into the silkiness of her sex. She held her breath, afraid to move, fearing that it would all end. Fire surged through her like molten lava. She wanted the sensation to go on for eternity. Never had she felt such pleasure. Amaya arched her back and offered herself to him completely. She moaned, digging her nails into his shoulders. The caress of his hot mouth on her slave heat dizzied her thoughts. She bit down on her bottom lip as he flicked his tongue against her small, intimate nub. Her legs shook as passion consumed her; her body shuddered against him as she surged into orgasm. Liquid heat escaped her intimate folds. She felt like Hadrian was devouring her. His mouth moved frantically over her sex, taking her to deeper realms of pleasure and sending her mind soaring. “Girl, it’s time you learned how to please your Master.” He smiled, his voice sounded like velvet to her ears. Hadrian raised himself from her and hastily removed the jeans that concealed his manhood. Amaya reveled in the erotic dream that had become her reality. This was everything she had been wanting. He had given himself to her freely; he had taken her to a level of ecstasy she had only imagined existed. Amaya rose to her knees. Her hands roamed over his muscular chest. She lifted her gaze to his and saw only patience and love in his eyes now. She yearned to please him the way he had pleased her. Without waiting for instruction or permission, she placed her mouth over the thick length of his shaft, caressing the base of his manhood with her hand. He grasped her hair and thrust himself deep inside her mouth. “Amaya, I have wanted you for so long. I don’t think I can stop.” Hadrian’s voice was raspy and labored. “I don’t want to hurt you, girl, but you have pushed me beyond my limits.” Amaya suppressed the tears that threatened to fall. At last, he was saying the same things she had been feeling. 16

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“Master, I don’t want you to stop,” she purred. Once again, Hadrian lowered himself on top of her, kissing her hard. She returned his kiss with the same fierceness as he gently eased into her sheath. “The pain will only last a few seconds,” Hadrian said, preparing her for the worst, seconds before his hardness plunged into her like the blade of a knife. Amaya held her breath as he stroked her insides and turned the searing ache to pleasure, driving deeper until waves of liquid fire consumed her. Her moans grew uncontrollable. Hadrian’s muscles tightened, his body taking hers with quick thrusts. A kind of delirium descended, her mind wrought with giddiness. An ocean of fire pooled within her, then released, flooding through her in heated waves. Hadrian’s eyes were closed, deep moans rasped from his lips. Joy filled her. She smiled, finally completely owned by her Master. Her heart fluttered with excitement. She began to understand the reason Hadrian had avoided her. The passion they shared was almost too much to bear. Yet, to avoid it would have been worse. The relief that he felt from taking what she had been offering shone in his eyes. Finally, they were one. The scent of the night grew sweet and intoxicating like the memories Hadrian was making with her. His pure male scent renewed her desire to feel him inside of her. He was strong and powerful, seductive and demanding. At this moment, she knew that she truly loved him. Nothing would ever take that from her. Moments later, he entered her again with the same fierce hunger. All night they lay in each other’s arms, sleeping and awaking to sate the fiery passion burning their skin, devouring their minds. “I love you, Master. Please, don’t ever let me go.” Amaya’s eyes filled with tears of happiness and a promise to remain his forever. “Don’t worry, girl. I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.” Was it the words that made her sob, or was it the emotional ties that bound them together? Maybe a little of both. He needed her; she could see it in his stormy eyes. Nothing could tame what she felt for him. He was her Master, her passion, and her love. She now had everything she had ever wanted. She would never ask for more in life than the love of Hadrian Kartar. Forever, he would own her heart. THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Shelly Turner Shelly Turner resides in a small town in Texas. She has five wonderful children; three girls and two boys. She is married to Jason, who has supported her through many late nights of writing and has become her stepping-stone into a world where dreams really do become reality.

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