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broke the object apart – it opened in two halves – and slowly fitted it around her neck. Stunned, she raised a hand to touch the cold metal as he locked it.
    “ Now,” he said, “everyone will know you belong to me. No one else will lay a hand on you.”
    Oddly enough, that part at least was a relief. What was happening to her was bad enough, without attracting attention from the other Northmen.
    He was looking at her and seemed expectant. Remembering herself, she bowed her head, her hand still resting on the golden collar. “Thank you, My Lord.” She said, hating herself.
    Leif smiled warmly, pleased. “Now, stand up.” He directed.
    New panic – and a troubling thrill - ran through her as she obeyed. What was he going to do to her now? But he only opened a large cupboard and pulled out some furs and blankets. He walked past her, and tossed them on the floor beside the bed.
    “ You can sleep there tonight,” he said. “Perhaps if you please me well enough, one day I will let you share my bed.”
    “ Yes, My Lord.” At the sight of the blankets she suddenly felt unbelievably tired. Yet she still felt as tightly wound as a bowstring. She fidgeted with the cloth of her shift, waiting for instructions, unsure if he wanted her to lay down now.
    He looked at her, and smiled wickedly. “Take off your clothes. You will wear nothing while in this room unless instructed.”
    It was warm in the room, with the fire still going, but she felt chilled as she reluctantly pulled her dress over her head. She felt angry at herself. She wished she could force herself not to care.
    After all, what was the point of modesty now? This man had violated her in ways she'd never expected, and like it or not, she was entirely his property now. But she still blushed in embarrassment as he openly stared at her naked body.
    Her breath was shallow, her chest heaving, and her nipples were tight and hard. She watched the big man as he approached, stopping right in front of her.
    Without thinking she raised a hand to touch the smooth metal of the collar around her neck. Leif reached out and slapped her hand away from it, and she gasped. But he seemed more amused than angry.
    He put his hand under her chin and made her look into his eyes. “Well, well! You want more, don't you little one?” he laughed. He let his hand drop down over her collarbone, and slowly trailed a finger between her breasts.
    “ No,” she murmured, not even convincing herself.
    Leif paid no attention. He covered her right breast with his hand, cupped it, and used his thumb to make circles on her nipple. Her lips dropped open of their own accord as she felt the delicious tingling pleasure.
    “I think you do,” he said, bending his head. He pressed his mouth hard against hers, and this time he didn't need to hold her there. She parted her, sighing against his mouth as she allowed her tongue to explore his. He teased, his tongue retreating, so that she had to follow it.
    His hand dropped lower, over her flat belly, her skin quivering in its wake. He brushed lightly through her fine pubic hair and dipped a finger into her folds to sample her wetness.
    When they broke the kiss, she realized she was leaning her whole body against his. His naked manhood was hard again and pressing against her hip, while his finger traced her slit. She could feel how easily he slid - how wet she was.
    His lips remained close to hers, their breath mingled. “Well then,” he murmured, “Since you don't want any more, I'm going to sleep.” He took his hands off her and stepped backwards, making his way to the bed.
    “And no touching yourself in the night.” He laughed, as though this amused him. “Never without my permission. Or I will bind your wrists to the legs of my bed. Do you understand?”
    Her legs were shaking under her and tears stood in her eyes. She felt thoroughly violated and... somehow, awakened. Her flesh cried out for more – for release. But she didn't want to give him