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“This is not a pleasure? Or this?” He slid his other hand across her stomach
and down to the patch of curls between her thighs. The folds of her sex were
not too slick, but as he played with the sensitive flesh, her moisture flowed.
“Ah, but your body recognizes pleasure. In this life, Princess, you must learn
to take your pleasure where you can find it.”
    “I can’t!” she cried, but she gasped when he plunged a
finger deep into her core.
    “Yes, you can.” The chains rattled as he slid between her
and the wall. “I’ll show you.” He wrapped his arms around her, nestling her ass
against his throbbing cock. He reminded himself that this time was not for his
pleasure. All he wanted to do was give this new slave some hope for tomorrow.
    She struggled briefly, but stilled as he began to stroke her
soft skin. He wrapped one arm around her waist and with the other he began to
explore her body. Her skin was softer than any he’d ever touched. The women
he’d taken pleasure with had lived lives as hard as he had. He’d never held a
soft, pampered, innocent woman in his arms before.
    “You have a body made for pleasure,” he whispered, brushing
his face against her silky hair. He slid his hand along her abdomen, heading
again for that soft patch of curls. She moaned and leaned back, draping her
body over his. Her head dropped back, her long hair flowing over his shoulder
and brushing against his bare back. He’d never felt anything like it.
     
    Hanna had never felt anything like Jarrod’s rough hands
caressing her skin. She knew she shouldn’t like what he was doing. Shouldn’t be
aching for more of this incredible friction that was sending waves of
sensations over her skin. She shouldn’t be wanting more.
    But as soon as she awoke and saw him standing there in the
doorway, staring at her, she’d wanted him to touch her again. He wasn’t wearing
a shirt and she couldn’t help but admire his sculpted muscles.
    The tattoo surprised her. It was all black and covered the
entire left side of his chest. It followed the curves of his chest, from his
broad shoulder down past his tight nipple. Thick black lines radiated out from
a center sunburst design to a circular border, with intricate designs between.
    Some people on Vanya decorated their bodies in this way, but
Hanna had never seen a tattoo that actually enhanced someone’s body as this one
did. It made him look even stronger and sexier. If she ever got out of these
cuffs and chains, she hoped she’d get a chance to touch it.
    But for now he stood behind her, where she couldn’t see him.
He held her tightly around the waist so she didn’t swing helplessly from her
chains. Her bare back pressed into his naked chest. His hard strong body held
her somewhat steady. And even though his fingers were calloused, he was gentle
as he swept his other hand across her abdomen. Hanna didn’t realize how hungry
she’d been to be touched. She hadn’t seen her family in years. She had her
chores around the palace and her duties to the princess. But no touching was
ever involved.
    She couldn’t stop what the guard was doing to her, even if
she wanted to, so she gave herself up to the sensations. Her sex was throbbing
again between her legs. Unable to do anything else, she wriggled her hips, felt
his hardness pressing into her. He must have known what she wanted, for he slid
his hand between her legs and finally brushed his fingers along that most
sensitive flesh.
    Hanna sucked in her breath as jolts of desire shot through
her body. Her body jerked and she swung from the chains, even with his arm
around her. “Oh yes,” she whispered. “More.”
    His slow laughter sounded deep and dark as his hot breath
brushed against her ear. He removed his hand from between her legs. “It’s not
for you to say. Not for you to demand.”
    She barely restrained the cry of frustration that wanted to
burst from her mouth. Yes. She was the slave. He was the Master. It was up