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by Assassin Master [Whispers] (mobi)

  “I will not hurt you, but you will remain completely still, and silent,” Seth said in a deep, commanding voice. His grip tightened painfully on her wrists. His eyes narrowed dangerously onto Carrie, who quieted immediately. Her breath caught and held; she shuddered, frozen. Satisfied as she remained completely paralyzed, he loosened his grip, easing what had been unbearable pressure. He continued his gentle probing examination, remaining careful of her barrier. His fingers stroked around her; all the while her chin quivered.

  “She is inexperienced,” Tyr explained offhandedly. Carrie was dismayed with his cavalier attitude, until she saw his tight jaw twitch; he was angry.

  Seth chuckled, apparently noting his friend’s

  protectiveness. “It needs to be done. If she is remaining here, more intrusive assessments need to be made. It is best she learn now what will be expected. I understand your covetousness, my friend. It’s to be expected; she’s your first. You are always very guarded with your first, though I’m quite surprised with you, Tyr. You visit frequently, but never seemed the type to want to own a woman. You haven’t the time nor expertise for such a serious commitment.”

  Seth removed his probing finger from inside

  Carrie; he released her wrists, but ordered her once more not to move. He ran large hands over her taut breasts, sliding the pads of his thumbs across her dusty rose nipples until they hardened. She shivered beneath him, but remained in place. She gazed up at him, frightened . Seth ran his fingers through her hair. He tilted her head and examined her teeth, nodding with approval. He ran his hands over her body, looking for any imperfections, noting the small jagged scar upon her hand.

  “Tyr, you have definitely found yourself a prize.”

  Seth grunted with satisfaction. He was no doubt interested.

  Carrie’s tears flowed faster, dripping from her quivering chin. She wanted to run and hide. She rubbed at her cheeks, which burned from embarrassment. Seth finally stepped away from her and Carrie sought the safety of Tyr’s embrace,

  burying her head against him. She was angry at him for bringing her to this awful place, but he was all she had. He held her, telling her she did well, stroking her hair to calm her. Goose bumps appeared on her cool flesh and she shivered from a slight draft. Tyr reached down to grab up his shirt, pulling it around her, covering her once more, and warmed her within his arms.

  “I have something more suitable for her to wear,”

  Seth told Tyr. “She needs to be cleaned up and any damages assessed before I will allow her to be placed with my own. One of my girls is due any day and I am anxious for the child. It has been a difficult pregnancy. The girl has lost two already and I fear the loss of another will push her fragile emotional state over the edge.”

  “How awful for her,” Carrie whispered.

  Seth regarded her critically. “You were instructed to remain silent. Unless you are given permission to speak, you will not. I will allow you leniency because you are new, but I will not repeat a command. Do you understand?”

  With wide eyes and an open mouth, Carrie looked up at him. She was not even to speak? Never express another opinion or emotion? She became even more confused. What if she were frightened, could she not even beg for mercy or ask for comfort? Her anguished eyes filled with dread at her forlorn thoughts.

  What if she had children, would they be forced to

  obey the same commands? Children needed to be allowed the freedom to laugh and run and play. Would her daughters be sold off to face a life like her own? What would become of any sons she bore? Would they be sold off, or encouraged to keep women themselves once reaching maturity? She bowed her head in despair, wondering. The idea of children no longer seemed so appealing.

  Carrie felt a large, strong hand cup her chin and

  lift her face. Seth looked deeply into her eyes. She struggled with her thoughts; was she to answer his question? But he had said not to speak. What was she to do? She looked into his eyes, desperate with confusion.

  “You will speak,” he commanded her.

  She was filled with trepidation, knowing he sought her thoughts. Would she not even be allowed this one small privacy? “I have so many questions,” she stammered.

  “That is understandable. Do you wish children?”

  Seth asked.

  “Not if they will become what I have been forced to become,” she said boldly. Her flashing eyes flickered in defiance.

  Seth chuckled at her open tenacity. “If you have a child it will no doubt belong to Tyr, myself, or one of the men here. They will be loved and nurtured by all, male or female. We are very indulgent with our young here. Once old enough they will be sent to school and

  will be well taken care of. We would not allow our children to be placed into your position.”

  Carrie’s eyes widened at his disclosure. Bitterly,

  she thought, of course they would know how to protect their children from men such as themselves. She realized he was also saying they would eventually be taken from her. It was too much; children were all she had ever wanted, and to have them stolen was unfair. She grew angry.

  “I will not have children who will be stolen from me,” she declared defiantly.

  Seth’s eyes narrowed upon her. “If it is Tyr’s wish for you to be bred, you will be.”

  “I am not a brood mare or a hound! I am not some stupid animal; you can’t make me!” she exclaimed, outraged. She glared at him, fists balled at her sides.

  Tyr grabbed Seth’s hand in mid-flight before he

  could strike. Seth snarled at him. “She must not talk back,” he raged, yanking his wrist from Tyr’s grasp.

  Carrie cowered behind Tyr, but she could not

  contain herself. “But you commanded me to speak. You did not say you would also tell me what to say. Do I say what I mean, or do I lie to please your vanity?”

  “Be silent!” Tyr snapped down at her. She

  clamped her lips closed. She looked to either man, completely confused and agitated. Her insides seethed; she was deeply frustrated. Her chest heaved and she breathed raggedly, feeling the discomfort begin. She didn’t care. This entire conversation was

  utter, ludicrous nonsense.

  Seth ran a cool hand over his face and regarded her steadily. She looked back up at him. “Did your father not teach you simple manners?” Seth demanded.

  Carrie was aghast at his audacity. “My stepfather beat me repeatedly until I was seven, whether I deserved it or not. The only thing he taught me is men are cruel, unpredictable creatures. My mother died of heartache and he couldn’t get rid of me fast enough. I had eight foster homes who didn’t want me, saying I was bad, but I’m not!

  “A wonderful couple took me in until I was

  eighteen. My foster mom died and my foster dad left the country, leaving me alone. I have no one. I have nothing. Even my dreams have been stolen from me. You tell me to obey. I did as you asked, but you were still going to hurt me. You said you will teach me and tell me only once, but I am confused by your actions.” “You said nothing before you were going to strike

  to indicate I was to stay silent. I want to leave. I don’t want my children taken from me, to destroy me, leaving me all alone. I would have no one again...You are all cruel! You are all evil! I hate all of you!” Carrie screamed out the last, overcome with deep emotion.

  She fled, racing from the room. Her bare feet pounded down a large marble hallway beneath eighteen foot ceilings, while angry tears fell from her

  chin. Avoiding a collision with a huge statue and rounding a corner, she collided solidly with a massive bear of a man, who grabbed her up within his powerful arms. Her arms flailed, striking at his expansive chest, hurting her fists.

  The man was hideous. Dark sinister eyes laughed down into her outraged face, while she struggled to no avail. The man stilled her attack easily, grabbed at her hair and studied her for a brief moment before tossing her over a broad shoulder and carrying her back to where Tyr and Seth were wa
iting. The entire time his other hand roamed leisurely over her bare bottom, fondling, exploring, squeezing, while Carrie cried out at the violation. He deposited her in front of Seth, then after giving her an interested, long, appreciative, assessing look, he left the room.

  Carrie shook, her backside aching; she waited for

  Seth to punish her. She knew this time Tyr would not interfere. He had warned her about being disobedient and defiant. Her entire being demanded she drop into a small ball upon the floor, but she wouldn’t. She cringed with her eyes tightly closed, as her shoulders curled inwards. She wondered if he would strike her. Tyr had said if she were disobedient she could die from his hand or another’s.

  Her arms crossed over her breasts protectively.

  Her breath came in ragged gulps. Small whimpers escaped her lips. Her teeth chattered. She groaned as her chest began to ache in earnest, her fists balled

  and pressed more firmly against herself. She waited…wondering if she were about to die.

  * * * *

  Seth was watching her reaction. He could see she was awaiting discipline. He could see her grimace of pain as she clutched herself, shaking. Her breath seemed to tear from her throat with a telltale wheeze Seth had heard before from another. Her reaction had him wondering about asthma or panic attacks.

  He pondered over the thought and was suddenly pleased Tyr had stopped him from striking her. Either disorder would cause her tremendous vulnerability and self-inflicted pain. She would suffer a great deal if unaided. She would need special care and guarded attention. In time he felt any flaw would be overlooked once her skills improved. He felt she would strive painstakingly to please, to avoid any angry response, wanting to avoid a man’s wrath and her own inside pain.

  “It would be best if you sold her to me and left.

  She does not mean to be defiant. She still suffers from great anger and fear about her past. If you keep her, and suddenly decide you are incapable of training her and then leave, she will be plagued with the abandonment of yet another. That kind of emotional trauma is difficult to deal with. Her new owner may hurt her out of ignorance. You know I am a patient man,” Seth informed Tyr.

  “She is not for sale,” Tyr grumbled out. “Carrie is

  mine.”

  “Come now. We both understand your hectic lifestyle. She will be left to me and my men often. I will, of course, keep her safe, yet she must feel a sense of belonging to feel happy and content. You may use her whenever you return. My business only takes me away three or four times a year. I will be more consistent. I will give you more than a fair price for her, even though she is untrained,” Seth cajoled.

  “She would get lost in your crowd,” Tyr voiced in disapproval.

  “Name your price. I will even allow you to have her first if it pleases you, as you seem so enamored of her. She appears quite fond of you and perhaps if you wish to stay it would be easier on her if you aided in her training.”

  Tyr looked uncomfortable and angry at the

  suggestion. Seth stood pondering thoughtfully. If he didn’t know better he would swear Tyr had feelings for this girl. He shrugged. A deep fondness was always expected with some. He had his own feelings of deep tenderness for the one who was about to deliver his child. Carrie was intriguing. He was looking forward to teaching her a great many things.

  Carrie’s panicked breathing gave pause to both men as her eyes widened and she clasped Tyr to her.

  * * * *

  “Please…don’t leave…me,” Carrie begged, listening to their exchange. Her chest was in agony.

  She wondered if Tyr could be swayed. She grasped at him, terrified. What would become of her if he left her? The man before her had been ready to strike her, and she didn’t understand why. Tyr had never raised a hand to her. She was safe with him. When frightened he held her, soothing her fears. He was quick to calm the terrible pain in her chest that came occasionally.

  The affliction had amplified with Roll’s taking of her. Carrie had learned at a young age to control the pain her fear had caused. No one had listened to her when she had claimed she was in pain. They had told her it was her annoying attempt at attention. But as her fears escalated over the last few weeks her tenacious control had fled, leaving her more frightened.

  “Please, I’m sorry I was disobedient. I just feel so lost and alone. I will listen, Tyr. I will try harder. I swear.”

  She crumpled to the floor before him, clutching at his pant legs, sobbing for him to keep her. The wheezing in her pained chest resounded throughout the room. Tyr bent down and pulled her into his arms, cradling her shaking body against his chest. He whispered calming words into her ear. Her slender arms wrapped around his neck. She was safe. Tyr had her.

  “I’m sorry,” she wept again, her words muffled, as she pulled him closer still.

  “Most of the blame is mine, Seth. You are right,

  she does not mean to be disobedient. It was a long flight. She is still recovering from a terrible illness. I think the pneumonia has weakened her lungs. This is all very new to her. I should have prepared her better. Perhaps not placing her with your others is a good idea for the moment. I will keep her safely with me,” Tyr said.

  He strode off down one of the long hallways with Carrie in his arms. Carrie peeked over his shoulder; she was unable to decipher the contemplative look

  Seth leveled upon her.

  * * * *

  Carrie watched from a large round bed in a spacious room as Tyr paced back and forth. She had climbed onto the bed, curling her arms protectively around her knees . As the time passed, the pain in her chest had subsided to a dull ache. Her eyes never left him; his stunning physique prowled the room as a restless tiger, a dangerous predator.

  The weapon strapped to his chest no longer

  intimidated her. The weapon was without control. It was the man wielding his dominance who ruled. Her feelings battled within. Once more Tyr had taken control of an unbearable situation to shield her, to defend her. She watched with apprehension as Tyr mumbled to himself about a mistake being made. She hoped he hadn’t changed his mind about keeping her.

  “I’m sorry, Tyr,” she said once more, wanting his

  forgiveness. He had protected her from his friend,

  even took the blame. Tyr stopped, gazing towards her as though he had forgotten she was there.

  “There is a room beyond those double doors. It

  takes time to fill the bath. Start now,” Tyr commanded. She leapt to her feet, eager to do his bidding, wanting his approval.

  Carrie gaped in wonder at the dark blue and gold

  flecked marble tub before her, situated in the middle of the room. Easily it could hold four people, four large people. No wonder it took so long to fill. She reached down and turned the golden faucets.

  The bathroom was larger than her entire apartment and then some. Now that she was no longer under Seth’s scrutiny she relaxed enough to take in her immediate surroundings. There were no windows; the room was bathed in soft lights. Numerous exotic tropical plants adorned the floor, while heavy green vines trailed an intricate, intriguing pattern down parts of one wall. A double sink and expansive counter top adorned another wall. A urinal and separate shower another. Carrie peeked into the shower and was amazed. You could have washed a rhino in it. She shook her head, wondering at the splendor. Seth must be worth billions, she surmised.

  “Fascinating, isn’t it?” came Tyr’s voice.

  “It’s all so grand,” she breathed out with awe. Never in her life had she thought to even grace such a room. Now she was living here.

  Tyr chuckled. “And this is just the bathroom.”

  Tyr walked to her and undid the buttons of her shirt. His hands slid over her shoulders, the fabric once more pooled at her feet, yet this time she was not afraid. Tyr studied her bruising critically; she saw relief reflected in his eyes—the marks were fading quickly. She reached out and undid his shirt. She ran soft hands over his hard muscles, loving the
feel of his power. Tyr reached out to still her movement.

  “I am not made of stone. Do not tease me,” he

  warned.

  “I don’t know how to tease...yet,” she said, and

  Tyr was forced to agree with her.

  “Get into the bath,” Tyr ordered. Carrie complied immediately.

  She stepped down the three steps into the

  glorious warmth of the steaming water; her hands trailed the foaming bubbles. She settled herself onto her knees, noting the tub beneath was sponge-like, with intermittent, partially ribbed lines across to keep her from slipping, as well as numerous handholds for grip. She wondered, even in her innocence, if it was built this way for safety or for a man's pleasure.

  Shyly she watched as Tyr removed the rest of his clothing and climbed in behind her. Carrie took note of his long, hard penis. His erection had only just begun and she blushed with fascination, averting her gaze for a brief moment until her curiosity won. Under lowered lashes, her eyes were drawn to the magnificent sight. Never before had she been this

  close to a nude man, although she had seen pictures. Tyr’s size surpassed any. He began soaping her back.

  “Should it not be I who washes you?” she asked.