They reached his quarters a few minutes later and he dismissed the guards from his door. Inside the room he released his grip on her slender arm, ignoring the red mark left behind. He walked across the room to the table where a bottle of wine and fruit had been set. Pouring himself a glass, he drank it down quickly. He sat on the long sofa, piled high with pillows and looked at the woman who stood a short distance away. As he looked at her, she slowly lifted her eyes to meet his.

Drakkor held her gaze for a moment, and then insolently dropped his gaze to her full breasts, rising and falling heavily with each rapid and unsteady breath. When he looked back into her eyes, he saw the angry glare directed his way, accompanied by a bright flush on her cheeks. He smiled slowly.

“You should have surrendered a year ago, Jocienne. I would have accepted your surrender and allowed you the most generous of terms. But to drag this out for a year—well, my lovely lady, you left me no choice but to pursue your band of rebels to the very end. Your friend looked angry enough to do you bodily harm a minute ago.”

Jocienne shook her head in denial of his words. She wouldn’t acknowledge he might be correct. “Now what, Drakkor?”

“What, no ‘my lord?’”

Jocienne shook her head at him. “I think this charade has gone far enough. I demand my release.”

Drakkor leaned back on the sofa, propping his feet on the low table. “You have been sold, per the law of the land, princess. So, from now on, until your period of servitude ends, you belong to me, body and soul.”

Jocienne shivered at his words. She had assumed he would return her to her father’s home, once he had played out his game of power. She had nearly died of embarrassment as he had her paraded nearly naked in front of all those people. There had been some faces, and names she’d recognized from her early years, but none had seemed to connect who she had been with the slave on the auction block. She looked down and was again reminded of how her body had been changed for the slave auction. She had thought when they shaved her pubic hair, as well as any remaining under arm and leg hair, that that would be the worst. But then they had numbed her nipples and held her down and pierced them, attaching the gold chain. 

“Do they hurt, my sweet?”

Jocienne looked up and saw that Drakkor was watching her look at her breasts. She shook her head. “Not now, but earlier they did.”

Drakkor stood and came around the table walking towards her. He stopped directly in front of her, reaching his hand out and catching his index finger under the chain. He lifted it a little, yet he was careful enough not to pull on the distended, newly pierced nipples though. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle with them until they heal completely.”

Jocienne couldn’t hide the shiver that shook her body at his words. She had feared that he wouldn’t be buying her to work in his kitchen. It was completely permissible to use your slave for sex. She was sexually attracted to this tall, broad shouldered man, which only fueled her desire to fight him. But if she fought him now, she would be breaking more than the law. There were certain things held sacred, and obeying the basic credos, such as the slave laws, were just a few. They had been created to maintain order, and they had done so for generations before them.

Drakkor reached his hands towards her waist, and deftly he released the catch holding her pants up. The soft material fell to her feet, caught at her ankles, until she stepped free of the cloth. There was no going back and no denying what was going to happen. Somehow, she knew it had always been inevitable, from the first time they met. Drakkor moved her across the room and pressed her back onto the bed. It only took him a few seconds to cast off his own clothes and he came down on the bed beside her.

Drakkor kissed her face and slid his hand between her thighs. His fingers skimmed over her hairless flesh and found her lips wet. He held back his groan of approval, knowing she would only see it as acknowledgement of her weakness. He didn’t care. He wanted her, and he needed desperately to be inside her.

Still he knew that if he took her now, without arousing her passion, her anger and resentment would be directed at him. But if he could bring her body into climactic release first, then those feelings would be directed inwards. Cupping his hand over her mound, he pressed his index finger between her soft folds until he found her clit. The unmistakable jerk of hips told him of his success with his first maneuver. Looking at her face, he saw the stubborn, set look on her. Wiggling his finger a little and pressing upwards, he smiled.

“Lift your arms up my sweet, to lie on the pillow.”

Drakkor watched as she obeyed, which lifted her breasts into amazingly full round globes mounded on her chest. Her nipples were taut and distended as he lowered his mouth to the closest one.

“No…please don’t!”

He heard Jocienne pleading softly a second before he tenderly began to lick, encircle and generally entice to become even longer and harder. The soft groan, as well as the increased movements of her hips warned of his success. Beginning a soft, suckling motion, he moved his hand down and slid two fingers inside her pussy. His thumb began and even more earnest dance against her clit until seconds later he witnessed what he was positive was Jocienne’s first orgasm.

Drakkor watched as she cried out loudly, almost screaming. Her entire body had jerked spasmodically against him, and now he felt her cunt muscles squeezing on his fingers. Torn between wanting to watch her succumb to her passion and knowing that was the best time to enter, he paused.

Her breasts were jiggling and the one longer, wet nipple seemed to be demanding more attention. Shaking his head, he moved over her body and wasted no more time. He thrust into her body, breaking the thin barrier that had proclaimed her innocence. She was now his! 

He held himself still for as long as possible, just savoring the muscles of her cunt spasming around his cock. When he could hold back no more, he began thrusting in and out of her sweet flesh. Over and over, he moved within her heat, feeling the tight pull of her lips around his cock. Her cunt sucked his cock in even though he knew she didn’t do it consciously. She would fight her body’s responses, and deny any passion she might feel. Drakkor knew that he would have to be patient, if he wanted to unlock her true passion.

He could hold back no longer and shot his seed deep into her body. He moved his hands under her hips, tilting her to receive his seed deeply and completely. He wouldn’t say the words out loud, but he wanted their mating to bear fruit. If she bore him a child, she would have to stay, beyond the terms of her enslavement. Any child born would belong to him alone. At the end of her term of servitude, she would be completely free to leave, but without her child. The child was considered fruit of the contract, and therefore a possession of the owner. 

Drakkor sensed that she was not the kind of woman to leave her child behind. There would be no going back for her then, which is just what he wanted. He slid from her body with a loud, wet squelching noise as his large cock slid from her small hole. He grabbed a pillow and pushed it under her hips before he pulled the covers up over their bodies. He fell asleep a short time later, after he heard her breathing slow and calm into a restful slumber.

Drakkor awoke three times that night, and each time he pulled Jocienne beneath him and filled her body with his seed. And each time, he propped her hips on the pillow. If she didn’t get pregnant, it wouldn’t be for lack of trying on his part anyway.