“Ah, he speaks.  I was wondering if you were a mute.”  The corner of my mouth lifted in amusement as I eyed him; now that he was bandaged up he was leaning as far away from me as possible.  He’d just taken a beating yet with a few glances from me to his privates and his legs caused him to back away?  Interesting man.

“Well?” he prompted, impatient.  His brows were thick, his eyes keen, and his chin lifted stubbornly. 

“I haven’t decided yet.  But I am not going to eat you, don’t worry.”  I smiled.  I like his fire, his spirit, maybe a little too much.  It’s been awhile since I’ve had a worthy challenge.

He snapped.  “You think this is funny?  Who are you and what place is this?  I got lost in the mountains and find myself in a foreign land and a slave.”  He combed his hand through his hair in frustration, and lifted his thigh and turned sideways to shield himself from my stare. 

I was definitely amused.  A shy male, I’d never seen a slave that was, but considering he was captured that may be why.  “You’re in Thermia, have you never heard of these lands?  Thermia is ruled by Queen Correllina and her court of advisors comprised of ladies of royal birth.”

“A Matriarch society?  And the men are slaves?”  He stared at me in disbelief, his eyes landed on my bosom briefly before returning to my face, his pink ears betraying his guilt.

“Yes they are.  Where are you from and what is your name?”  The carriage stopped.  “Ah, we’re here.  This is my home, and I’m Marie Black.  Since you won’t say your name, I’ll call you Reed and you will answer.”

I tugged on his leash and he followed me, without a struggle or fight.  I was surprised.  My two guards and my servant Pete quickly followed behind us.   The other servants rushed out of the house to unload my bags.  He studied the house, the halls, the rooms, and looked at each passing servant without comment.  The house and estate with its large sprawling garden, pond, and library were from my hard efforts; I’d quadrupled my small inheritance from my mother and flourished in my silk trade. 

“Oh Mistress, you’re home.”  My little pet Justin rushed out to kneel before me.  I patted his head and said, “Hey, hey, no crying now.  I wasn’t gone that long.”  I’d taken Justin in from the orphanage when he was 17, and he’s been in my home for the last 10 years and my lover for 5.  I was only 10 years older, but he acted much younger, I always thought it might be the trauma and torture he suffered at the orphanage.  I liked his sweet nature and knew that he loved me.  That can get pretty heady, especially the adoration I see on his face every time.

Reed looked at us and glanced away, hands clenched.  He turned back to me after a moment with anger on his face, “Am I going to be a part of your male harem?  Is that why you purchased me?”

I couldn’t help but laugh, if only he knew how very few lovers I’ve had.  “You flatter yourself.”  Feeling tempted to caress his nipple, I did just that and watched them harden and I turned him around to look at that nice rear end of his.  “Although there is a slight possibility…now that I think about it.”

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