“I hate you, Drago!”
“Do you!” He’d fixed her with his eyes so she couldn’t move. She could do nothing but stare. “The truth, that’s all I want. Give me the truth and I’ll let you go.”
“I’ve told you the truth before,” she returned.
He slapped her again. “C’mon, girl, I know what’s in your heart, but you have to say it.”
She bit her lip rather childishly and turned her head in an attempt to wipe the tears from her eyes. Unfortunately, Drago’s steely hold on her hands prevented her from using them.
She stared again at him, her heart beating with ever increasing strength.
“Say it, Roslyn.”
She could hardly stand his probing stare, but then the words came, halting but real, “The truth…the truth is I love you…” she stopped, “at least I think I do… at least until you brought a woman here to replace me.”
“I brought her because I want a woman who can love me.”
“But I can love you!” she insisted.
“Really?”
“Yes, yes I can.” She hardly knew what she was saying, the words just spilled from her mouth. “I have forever loved you, since I first laid eyes on you, but my mind deceived me, even when my body could not reject you. Then my nurse, Tevi came, speaking in riddles but making sense about the day my parents died. You were gone then, I was going to tell you when you returned…”
He stopped her, holding his finger to her lips. “Yes, I know about old Tevi and her story…Celia told me when I arrived. Funny, even a crazy old woman can still speak the truth.”
She was suddenly indignant. “So, you let me suffer, knowing that I had my proof!”
“You owed me a little suffering, my dear Roslyn. You want more?” His eyes were playful, but still threatening.
“No, sir. No, milord, not at all.”
“Good,” he nodded as she acquiesced. “You are a quick one to accuse. I hope you’ll be quicker to love now that you have your answers.”
“Oh, I do love you, Drago, I do.”
“Indeed.” He stepped back, smiling.
“Yes, indeed,” she repeated.
“Well then, I take back your freedom,” he came on triumphantly. “You are NOT free to do as you wish and the collar stays about your throat.”
She let the force of his passionate words sweep over her leaving her dazzled with the erotic thrill.
“And Lady Miriam?”
“What of Lady Miriam? We’re talking about you.”
“But will she warm your bed too?” she ventured cautiously.
“Not as long as you continue to please me.”
Her heart sighed with great relief.
“And you’ll still treat me as a slave?”
He shrugged. “If I want to…” He watched her eyes, how beautiful they were, shining, defiant, but beautiful. “And I’ll treat you as a wife as well, if I want to.”
Her eyes then narrowed, her heart beating so fast that she could barely speak. “You say wife? As in married?”
“Married. Yes, perhaps. Fixed to me for life. You can spend the rest of your days proving your devotion and paying for this lengthy bout of foolishness. But, I haven’t yet decided how soon that will take place.”
“No?”
“I need a little humility first… you may be Ledo’s daughter, but you have his stubbornness. You want me, you can start proving yourself now.”
“How do I do that, sir?” she asked meekly, so wanting to repair the damage she’d done. So filled with the hope she once thought the stars had banished from her life.
He stared at her for a long time, then as he turned, heading toward the stairs and his bedchamber, he answered simply, “Crawl.”
Roslyn hated crawling. No noble lady should be required this dreadful measure of loyalty. Hadn’t she done enough when she was made to exhibit her submission before his friends? She watched Drago for a time, standing motionless with her back to the wall, until the man was half way up the stairs. Then suddenly afraid of his reprisal should she not follow, she dropped to her hands and knees and made that painful, harrowing crawl across twenty feet of stone, to the stone staircase, and to the corridor into which Drago had already disappeared. She followed his scent like a hunting dog, finally reaching his bedchamber where she waited on her knees.
When at last he turned to her, his visage had softened and his mood was almost merry.
“Come to me, Lady Roslyn… on your feet,” he quickly added. “I think I’ll spank you first before we consummate this arrangement, but let’s hurry. I have much to do.”
Roslyn smiled. She was more afraid, but more excited than she’d ever been. Rising to her feet, she stumbled into his room as if racing toward a new future, then offered him her wide open arms, which he accepted laughing.
The spanking that followed that embrace was hard—over his knee, her naked body pressed against Drago’s waist. His large palm stuck fast and authoritatively, reddening her arse to a heated scarlet until she cried, long and loudly. Although these newest were tears of liberation; Roslyn hardly felt any pain. Now liberated, now free. Yes, at last, she was free to be the passionate woman she’d always yearned to be.
Epilogue
Lady Celia never married Geoffrey; they never quite got around to a formal ceremony. But she did bear his children—seven of them—and he stood by her like a faithful servant, while she faithfully served him.
Lady Roslyn, on the other hand, was joined to General Drago little more than a month and a day after her second escape attempt. They had waited for the ceremony in deference to her tender bottom, which he’d blistered raw several times as punishment for the crimes she committed since he brought her back to Dragon-Horn. She may have accepted his judgment and the rough treatment gracefully, but she still wanted to start their marriage with a clean slate and a pristine arse. Thus they waited for the wounds to heal and she remained very compliant with his every wish, so as not to rouse his wrath again, at least until they were finally married.
Roslyn never licked her master’s floors again—though she did worship at his feet and she wore his collar until the day she died. She also took a thousand beatings if she took one, and clashed with him in bed in numbers too great to count. She was chattel, his property, and his wife; while Drago ruled her with an iron fist and a heart full of love. She wanted no more, or no less; she was at last content. Her stubbornness remained and for that she paid his price—but she was content in that way too. In her own mind, she had only one thing to prove to her lord and master: never, never again would Roslyn refuse his love. And never again would Drago doubt her love for him.
Other books by Lizbeth Dusseau
The Betrayal of the Virgin Bride
21 Sins
The Girl Next Door
Poor Little Rich Slut
Thy Neighbor’s Wife
The Humiliation of Hannah
The Truth About Marianne
The Marquis Book of Pleasure
Outer Island
Into The Dark Wilds
Sexual Mischief
His Latest Acquisition
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