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weeks of being his plaything. Four weeks of begging to be fucked by him each night. Four weeks of him pounding inside her. Her body pulsed with anticipation as her mind screamed in fear. She would never survive four weeks of being at his mercy.

 
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
    Bracken carried Taylon back to his room. In truth he should have taken her to a guest room, let her sleep through the night and allow one of the slaves to show her the way out in the morning. That’s what he should have done, but he wasn’t ready to allow her to leave. Four weeks. He’d given himself four weeks to get her out of his system.
    “Put me down,” she mumbled.
    “With pleasure.” He dumped her on his bed.
    “Let me go.” She rubbed her hands back and forth over her eyes.
    “Not quite. I have you for the entire night. And I’m not done yet.” He sat down beside her.
    “I don’t think so. You fed. I felt the damn bite.”
    “Well, I guess I will just have to make sure you can’t run away.” He grabbed the gown she’d discarded and ripped it quickly into four long strips.
    “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked, scooting over to the other edge of the bed.
    He reached out and grabbed her arm. She wasn’t quick enough to get away. He threw his leg over hers and tied her arms together. Then he tied her wrists to the headboard. He grabbed another piece of fabric and wrapped it around her head, gagging her.
    He tied her ankles together loosely, but didn’t tie them to down to the bed. “This position will make everything more intense.” When he lifted her feet in the air he had a perfect angle to see her beautiful legs and her tight little pussy. His beast grunted. She was creaming and the smell was going to his head.
    “I wanted to go slow, but it doesn’t look like that’s going to be possible.” He used his free hand to scratch a tiny line from one ankle, down the back of her leg, around her cheeks and back up. Her breathing caught then came out in an audible whoosh. “Like that? How about this?”
    He used his mouth to follow the path his finger had taken. By the time he reached her ankles again he could see the glistening wetness covering her sex. She was ready, and so the hell was he.
    He lifted her legs and set her knees over his shoulder, then leaned forward and rubbed the tip of his cock into her wetness, making circles around the rim of her opening.
    Taylon moaned low and soft, and he couldn’t wait. He wanted to feel that wet heat again. With his hand he guided himself into her. He pulled back until only the tip lay inside. Then he surged into her, one long, hot deep stroke from the tip of his cock to the base of it. He pulled out a little then surged back in.
    One stroke. Two strokes. In. Out. In. Out. He got into a rhythm when he felt her muscles clench down on him. There went his control. That leisurely pace was out of the question now.
    Bracken pulled out and surged into her. Again and again. Faster. Deeper. He could feel the pressure building in his balls. He didn’t want to leave her unsatisfied so he reached around pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger. She arched beneath him, taking more into her as her pussy milked him.
    Just when he knew the pressure was going to crush him, he felt the familiar feeling of rushing liquid. He rode out their mutual orgasm, letting the pleasure fill him and come out in a rush. He’d just come and as he stared down at her all he could think about was doing it again.
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    Taylon woke from a fitful sleep to find Bracken’s handsome face inches from hers. The sun’s new rays cast his hair in a red haze.
    “Get away from me,” she mumbled in a groggy voice, then rolled over to face the other way.
    “Get up.” He pulled the covers from her naked body.
    The cool morning air slid over naked flesh. Her nipples perked into jutting peaks while goose bumps marched across her skin. “Where is my gown?”
    “As my personal slave you are not