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  “I want to keep the collar.” I murmured, when we broke apart for breath.

  He raised an eyebrow.

  “I am yours.” I explained, pleading with my eyes. “I don't want things to change between us.”

  Issander laughed, and gathered me up, pulling me to sit on his lap. “Well,” he said, “some things will change. But you and I... we will be the same, I promise you.”

  Queen Indari, still in mourning, left to stay for a time with her daughter and son-in-law. The couple had three children and another on the way, and ostensibly needed help with managing their home. It was of course a smaller palace, but a palace still, and they would keep her in comfort.

  The old king's concubines were sent off to the Old Harem – a palace on a lake where they would have servants and guards to take care of them. They would live the rest of their lives in luxury there, but never be free to remarry. I couldn't help but think it was a bit of a sad fate.

  Two days before Issander's coronation we held a small ceremony in the gardens of the palace temple. I, Eveline Farmer an Iele became the concubine of my master before the eyes of the gods.

  The bond was sacred – as the new king's concubine I - and my children - had the right to the protection, support and affection of my master. In return I was to love no other and serve him in every way.

  As he'd said, nothing changed between us.

  That very night, while we were still recovering from the excitement and the hungry love-making that had followed, I grew silent. We were in bed, the room still lit by the gentle glow of the lanterns. I sat upright against my pillows and looked down at my prince, biting my lip hard.

  “What is it?” He asked, weary but indulgent. He took my hand and kissed it, supporting himself on his elbows.

  “I have to tell you something.”

  He heard my tone and sat up, looking concerned.

  I put my hand on my neck, where my collar had been, and was shocked again to find it not there. “Two somethings, really...” I murmured.

  “What is it?” He was stern now, wary.

  “Please do not be mad...” I began. “The only reason I didn't tell you earlier is because of everything that happened all at once-”

  “Eveline.” He growled, warning.

  “The queen... before the king died, she approached me, offering me my freedom.”

  The silence between us was palpable, and when I looked at Issander I could see that little muscle in his jaw tense.

  Now the words came rushing out. “She wanted to send me back home to Thessia, but I told her I would not leave. She told me not to tell anyone, but you are my master, and I am very sorry I didn't tell you sooner, my Lord.” I bit my lip again, fearing his answer.

  “That... witch!” He spat, a wild look in his eye.

  I put a hand on his arm, gently. “I think she is a very bitter woman,” I said slowly, “but I do think she believed she was doing the right thing. She saw how we felt about each other, and it worried her.”

  “She probably would have dumped you in the ocean.”

  Smiling at his concern, I reached up to stroke his face. I loved feeling the rough stubble that lined his jaw. “I do not know. But please my love, do not worry about it now.”

  Issander looked at me, his anger slowly fading. Then he furrowed his brow, tilting his head warily. “What's the other thing you have to tell me?”

  For a moment, I had almost forgotten. I took a deep breath. “Did you mean it,” I asked quietly, “when you spoke of our children?”

  “Yes, of course.” He blinked, nonplussed.

  “And you want children?”

  He uttered a short laugh. “Of course!”

  “I am sorry I didn't tell you...” I mumbled, wringing my fingers together. “I didn't know what to do at first, when I was only a slave. When you spoke of freeing me, I did not want to influence your decision. And I don't care if my children ever inherit, really I don't -”

  “Eveline!” He said, raising his voice until it was almost a shout. Then he paused. “Are you saying... what I think you're saying?”

  I nodded.

  I don't know what I'd expected, but it wasn't this. Issander laughed triumphantly and crushed me to him, dragging me from the bed and swinging me around. He lifted me off my feet, and I laughed dizzily.

  “A father! I'm going to be a father?”

  “A king and a father both.” I confirmed, happiness filling me up and threatening to bubble over. My eyes stung, brimming with tears.

  He kissed me deeply.

  A moment later, he rushed over to the dresser, leaving me breathlessly laughing, naked on unsteady feet. He picked something up, hiding it behind his back. “I forgot something, too.” He said. “But I have to give it to you now.”

  “What is it?” I smiled, playfully trying to peek behind his back.

  He looked at me, mock-stern. “Close your eyes and stand still.”

  “But Master...” I whined.

  Issander raised his eyebrows. Knowing better than to tempt fate, I closed my eyes and stood obediently still.

  He walked behind me and I felt his hands on my neck, warm against my skin. Then I felt the unmistakable coolness of metal, as something closed around my throat. It hugged close against my neck, and I raised my hand to feel it.

  “Open your eyes.” Said my prince, placing his hands on my shoulders.

  I did.

  “I had it made especially for you. I thought you might want it. And it... it would please me if you'd wear it. But you don't have to.”

  Flat links of gold lay perfectly against my skin, and in the middle a single diamond. A beautiful collar.

  I met his eyes in the mirror. They shined brightly, as brimming with emotion as my own. “It's perfect.” I whispered.

  He sighed heavily, with something that seemed like relief. Then his arms came around me, and he picked up something from the dresser. My hair brush, with its wide flat back.

  “Perfect.” He agreed, turning me around and looking down at me with his wicked grin. “Now then... get up on the bed. On all fours, my girl.”

  I shivered in pleasure, knowing what was coming.

  “You kept secrets from me, and I am going to have to punish you.” He bent to speak close to my ear. “...Gently.” He added.

  And he did.

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  He roughly grabbed her then, and bent her over his knee. He pushed her down with ease, so that her body was prone over his lap, her head hanging down.

  “What-” She began, panicked. Then she felt his rough hand slide up her leg, under her skirt.

  She had told herself over and over not to resist, to just give him what he wanted. She had prepared herself for it while pacing his room. Or, she thought she had. Now, with his hands on her and her body helplessly laying over him, her instinct took over and she began to struggle.

  “You have to learn your place.” He growled. His hand continued its journey up her thigh. Then he lifted her skirt, throwing it over her back and exposing her backside.

  “No!” She wailed, and kicked hard, trying to get free of his hands. She flailed her arms, trying to find purchase.

  He made an angry sound, and grabbed her wrists in one hand, crushing them together as he effortlessly held
her arms still, right above her head. His other hand suddenly left her thigh, and then there was a shock of pain and a loud SLAP as his palm came down hard on her bare ass.

  Zahira cried out, her body jerking. Tears sprung to her eyes. The skin of her backside began to sting and burn, heat rising in the area.

  “I'm sorry!” She cried.

  He put his hand back on her, and she flinched, but he just cupped the cheek of her ass, and slowly massaged it. As he firmly kneaded, the sting started to subside.

  “You may have been some pretty, pampered ornament in your previous life,” Leif said mildly, “But you are my thrall now. You will learn your place.”

  She bit her trembling lip, and tried to concentrate on anything but the distracting feeling of his hand massaging and caressing her ass.

  Suddenly, he took his hand away, and it fell on her again, with the same SLAP and shock of pain.

  “Answer me!” He shouted.

  “Yes, My Lord!” She gasped. “I will try to please you. I'm sorry!” She squeezed her thighs together, writhing in pain and anguish.

  “Good...” He said, and began massaging her again. He kneaded the burning flesh, and stroked it gently, until most of the pain had receded.

  Zahira closed her eyes, anticipating another slap. Suddenly, she could feel him pressing underneath her. She knew what it was - his manhood was hard and pushing up into her belly. She shivered, a curious bolt of excitement coursing through her. He was enjoying this. He wanted her.

  Her breath was coming in short gasps, her body tingling with energy and alertness. She felt his hand move lower, and squeeze between her thighs.

  She didn't dare protest or even make a sound, as he forced her legs slightly apart and ran a finger down between them. She could feel the wetness between her legs as he traced it lightly. She tried to squeeze her thighs around his hand, to stop him, but he continued as though he hadn't even noticed, his strong fingers invading her, touching where no man had ever touched.

  “Mmmm...” He purred. “It seems you like me after all, no matter what you pretend.”