In the dead of night, concubine Zahira is stolen from her Master's harem by Northmen intent on revenge.
Handsome Viking Leif Svensson, leader of the raiders and chieftain of his village, soon decides he wants the beautiful, exotic girl for himself.
Bit by bit he claims her, body and soul. Soon, she discovers that perhaps her notions of freedom are not as clear-cut as she'd thought... and that maybe she can find fulfillment in serving the right master.
This 15,000 word erotic romance contains descriptions of graphic sex acts, reluctant and rough sex, bondage, discipline, domination/submission, and slavery themes. And more!
An Excerpt From the Story:
"Why are you in my bed, slave?" He asked, his voice deep and warning.
She blinked, trying to clear her head. "I... I'm sorry, My Lord. I was tired."
"Get up." He ordered. He took off his cloak and threw it on the floor, approaching the bed.
"I'm sorry," she repeated, flustered, as she got out of bed.
He grabbed her wrist, and she whimpered, frightened, as he sat down on the mattress and pulled her toward him. He looked stern, and somehow hungry.
"You do not sleep in my bed unless I ask you to," he growled in a low voice. "Understand?"
"Yes, My Lord."
He roughly grabbed her then, and bent her over his knee. He pushed her down with ease, so that her body was prone over his lap, her head hanging down.
"What-" She began, panicked. Then she felt his rough hand slide up her leg, under her skirt.
She had told herself over and over not to resist, to just give him what he wanted. She had prepared herself for it while pacing his room. Or, she thought she had. Now, with his hands on her and her body helplessly laying over him, her instinct took over and she began to struggle.
"You have to learn your place." He growled. His hand continued its journey up her thigh. Then he lifted her skirt, throwing it over her back and exposing her backside.
"No!" She wailed, and kicked hard, trying to get free of his hands. She flailed her arms, trying to find purchase.
He made an angry sound, and grabbed her wrists in one hand, crushing them together as he effortlessly held her arms still, right above her head. His other hand suddenly left her thigh, and then there was a shock of pain and a loud SLAP as his palm came down hard on her bare ass.
Zahira cried out, her body jerking. Tears sprung to her eyes. The skin of her backside began to sting and burn, heat rising in the area.
"I'm sorry!" She cried.
He put his hand back on her, and she flinched, but he just cupped the cheek of her ass, and slowly massaged it. As he firmly kneaded, the sting started to subside.
"You may have been some pretty, pampered ornament in your previous life," Leif said mildly, "But you are my thrall now. You will learn your place."
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Published February 20, 2013
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