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first strike. When it came, she was
unable to stifle a large gasp. Three more strikes followed before
there was a hesitation. She knew her sobs could be heard, but she
did not care, the humiliation was more than she had ever
experienced.
    Relief came as his hand
caressed where he had struck. His other hand slipped through her
skirts and the side of it pressed against her mouth. Understanding,
she bit down as the flurry of strikes began. She released her grip
when a soft brush of his hand trickled across her cheeks. For a
moment, the burn of pain faded to a joyous tingle. A strange, but
enjoyable, flutter in her belly faded when Malack lowered her
skirts.
    Branwyn dropped to her knees
and lowered her head. With a flick of his hand, Malack told her to
leave. He returned to his place, gulped the contents of his mug and
demanded more. He wiped his napkin across his mouth then discreetly
bound the bleeding wound on his hand.
    Duna Trea helped Branwyn
stand, whispered to her that she should go to bed and gently pushed
her toward the door. That was all the convincing Branwyn
needed.
    As she hurried to her room,
she realized the burn on her buttocks had faded to a tingle. It was
a pleasant feeling. Malack's hands were big and strong. His strikes
caused discomfort, but his caress…a shiver scurried down her spine.
She paused before opening her chamber door. Maybe instruction was
not so bad.

Chapter Three
    Leah pulled back the
curtains, allowing the brilliant morning sunshine to flood the
room. Branwyn moaned and rolled over, covering her face with the
blanket. "Dune Branwyn," Leah whispered. "Your bath is
ready."
    "Must I? I would rather lie
about in bed all morning."
    Leah giggled. "Yesterday was
a difficult day and you must be tired and sore. What you did took
courage. It impressed Gon-Dra Malack. He refused everyone else all
night. I think he likes you. He has not liked a woman in a long
time."
    Branwyn dragged herself from
the bed, walked to the bath and dropped her shift. "What happened
to harden his heart so?"
    Leah's eyebrows raised in
surprise at her dune's acceptance of the bath. She grabbed the
soap, dipped it into the warm water rubbed it around Branwyn's
body. "A wife had been chosen, but she refused him. Instead, she
left Black Dorn to be with his hated rival." Leah poured
warm-scented water over Branwyn’s back.
    "How could anyone refuse
such a man? He is strong and powerful and will be gon." Branwyn let
her thoughts wander to Malack as her bath completed. She
half-dressed, remembering to leave her breasts exposed and walked
to Duna Trea’s room.
    She paused a step inside the
training room. Malack’s back was to her.
    "Trea, I have been away too
long. The mead of Black Dorn will be the death of me. My head
aches. I fear it will burst."
    Trea motioned with her head
for Branwyn to hide as she escorted Malack to a mound of pillows.
"Sit. I will tend to you." After ringing a bell and telling the
servant what to do, the duna returned to Malack. She picked up his
hand and peeled off the blood-soaked napkin protecting Branwyn’s
bite mark. "A souvenir of last night’s conques…No, you bedded no
one." She examined the mark. "It is a bite from a tiny mouth. A
female bite. One who was being instructed and—"
    Malack’s glare stopped her.
"Sometimes you go too far, woman."
    Trea sat before him, placed
her hands on his temples and rubbed him in a small circular
pattern. "Close your eyes. Over time, we have developed a bond that
will only be passed by the one between you and your bride. I have
watched you watching her. I have seen what the effects of thinking
about her do to you."
    "I am entranced, Trea. I can
sense when she is near. Her scent is in this room."
    Branwyn nestled back behind
the tapestry.
    "Yes, she is trained here."
The servant entered, knelt and offered the duna a large mug then
left. "Drink this."
    He swallowed the contents,
leaned back, and sighed. "Her flesh was soft. Her sobs touched my
heart. I could