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"No one, Master" He had given her strict instructions to touch no otten? Sometimes he did, and then she would be punished for laziness "I await your every desire"

"Fucking right you do" His ar as he puffed "You came out here to think about your mother"

She started to reach for her throat before she controlled the i for you to return"

"I can saze went to the cigar; he’d used one just like it to torture her after one of theof her"

"Then we should pay a visit to her hovel"

No argument would sway him, so Werren closed her eyes When she opened them, the present had become the past, and she and Dutch stood in the tiny, one-rooe of her childhood Every detail was absolutely correct, fro over the door to the squat shape of the blackened three-legged pot standing over the cold, dark hearth

"It baffles " Dutch strode around the room "Did the duke tup her here, on the rushes, or did he call her up to the main house?"

"I can’t say, Master" Werren picked up one of her few playthings, a torn linen napkin that had been mended and knotted into the shape of a hare The ainst her cheek "I i her"

"No, he used her here, in the dirt and the filth" Dutch caught her arh-hewn table where she and her mother had taken their reedy trollops belong" He shoved her down face-first onto the pitted, scarred wood and held her there by the nape of her neck "Isn’t it, Duchess?"

"Yes, Master"

He crouched down to whisper beside her ear, "Ad at it That’s why you crave it so da with anyone except the undertaker, who had only touched her to search her nightclothes for valuables before ree "I did watch the for? Hoist your skirts"

Werren reached down and slowly pulled up the volus

Dutch kicked her feet apart with his foot and reached down to release the front of his trousers "Been thinking about it, haven’t you?"

"All night, Master" It was the truth She’d been dreading this h, painful ra sound of his pleasure as he pushed in to his root It was the aar down her throat and pooling in her breasts, sucking at her will until it sed it whole

She had never once wanted him, but he forced her to feel whatever he desired For noas longing and need; in another ony

Dutch’s power strea in tihs One of his favorite ways of hu hi back his possession of her senses, leaving her without relief

"You were listening tointo her harder "Do you know there is another likefor my emeralds, too What do you think of that?"