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He had people. Servants. A maid in a uniform. How could these people just watch this?
    “They are well paid, and understand the consequences of betraying me. Get up.”  
    How did he do that? Was he reading my mind?
    Slowly, I got to my feet.  
    His hands shot out and grabbed the placket of my blouse, and yanked. It came open all at once, sending the buttons pattering across the carpet. I twisted and tried to cover myself, but he turned me around and ripped away my clothes, the fabric ripping loudly as it split under his grip. My blouse came away in tatters, and he clamped his hand on the back of my neck while he undid the clasp on my bra and pulled the straps down, then yanked it away. He didn’t stop me covering myself, or at least my chest, as he yanked down my jeans and pushed me to the ground, twisting to hold me down as he dragged off my tight jeans and threw them aside, and then my socks. His hand found my throat again and he pinned me down, face up, and slid his hand between my legs. His finger slid along my folds, and I gasped, going still.  
    “You’re wet,” he said. He tasted his middle finger, his eyes never leaving mine.  
    Then, he let go.  
    “On your knees.”  
    Shuddering and hugging myself, I slowly got up on my knees. One of his servants brought a silver tray. Resting on it was a thin leather strip that could only be a choker, or a collar. He scooped it up, swept it behind my neck, and clasped the buckle just under my chin. Panting, I looked up at him, blinking the tears away.  
    “What is this?”  
    “A tracking device,” he said. “I’ll always know where you are, so trying to run away is pointless. If you cross the border of the grounds without my permission, this will happen.”  
    A jolt shot through my body, I screamed, and curled up on the floor, panting. My arms and legs quivered from the shock, and stars danced in my vision.  
    “Try to take the collar off, and you’ll get the same. Understand.”  
    I nodded.  
    “That’s a good girl. Now stand up.”  
    Shakily, slowly, I got up. He cupped my chin, gently, and turned my gaze up to meet his.  
    “It’s not so bad,” he said, leaning in. I almost thought he’d kiss me, but he turned my head and whispered in my ear. “You know you like it.”  
    This couldn’t be happening. Heat was spreading out of my sex and my heart pounded in my chest. Feeling him tear my clothes off was exciting, and standing there naked in the hall with all these people around me made me feel so vulnerably and squirmy I could barely stand it, and yet… it was like being tickled by phantom fingers.  
    “Can I have something to wear?”  
    He looked at me, and made a small tut-tut sound. “You didn’t say the magic word.”  
    He took my arm and dragged me down the hall, past a grand dining room and a library, and into the kitchens. He sat down in a   simple chair beside the block style table and yanked me forward. I fell over his lap, my stomach resting across his thighs, and put one hand on my back. The other rose up, and I barely registered what was about to happen before a stinging slap hit my ass and made me yelp and try to jerk out of his grasp. His hand came down again, striking the other side, and I bit my lip to choke back another scream. He hit hard, but lightly, somehow. The next slap came, and then another and another, but the last ended in a caress, his hand sliding over the reddened, sore skin of my ass. The caress was as bad as the blows, and made me suck in a breath through clenched teeth.  
    “Now, ask me again, like a proper young lady.”  
    “May I have something to wear, please?”  
    “Of course. Stand up.”  
    Shaking, I rose to my feet. My butt hurt, stinging as I moved. This time he just walked, and I quickly dropped into step behind him. What was happening to me? This all felt stupidly natural. I even fell into a natural pace, walking two steps behind with my arms folded over my breast and my