Chosen by the High Judge by Jaye Peaches

Author:Jaye Peaches [Peaches, Jaye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Published: 2017-08-25T04:00:00+00:00

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Galen sought solitude in his study, but he couldn’t focus on reading reports. He stared at the blank console. For once, his balls didn’t ache and his cock was quiet. For the past few days, he’d longed for her, and now that he’d claimed her, he was in a state of profound confusion.

She’d fallen asleep on the bed with the tattoo across her back a tangle of fiery reds and eye-catching orange. The loss of her virginity had caused her no suffering, no enduring pain. He’d done as she asked and in the process of honoring his promise, he’d had an awakening that deeply troubled him. The cold water of the shower had done nothing to dispel those feelings. While she slept, he stood and watched, mesmerized by the pattern on her back as the blood red transformed into the yellow of warm sunshine.

She feared humiliation, he understood that, because he feared it too. He would be ridiculed, would he not, if the rest of the judiciary found out he had been seduced by his prisoner. He had to maintain control of the situation and not allow lust and passion to dictate her ordeal. Punishments had to be enacted swiftly, her bottom spanked and whipped. He would demand her submission with stern actions and words, and not seductive ones.

As she stirred and opened her eyes to greet him, he hardened his heart and spoke the words his heart did not want to him say: cold, harsh ones.

There would be tears; he could see them in her eyes. He’d turned away.

With her gone, he’d dressed and tried to work. However, those wet eyes haunted him.

A message arrived, not from Adris, who served him with devotion, but another warrior, his confidante, and a man whom Galen admired—Marco.

He read it. It answered some, but not all of his questions. He leaned back in his seat. So, he wasn’t wrong. She had infected him. His lust for her wasn’t a weakness on his part. Feeling encouraged by the news, he crafted another message, this time his questions were more specific. He wanted to know the extent of her potential abilities and how far he could take her. This man knew more than him about humans, especially females.

He had an idea how to test her submission further. But that would require the assistance of another. Bisma would know whom to ask.

He rose and walked to the far side of the room. Opening a cabinet, he removed the object. The tail of the whip was as long as his arm. As thick as his thumb at the base and tapered to the tip, where the threads of the leather split apart into a tiny flogger. He’d witnessed many men broken by a lengthy whipping and consequently, he had been trained to use it correctly.

The ordeal did not require him to break her. He had read every account of Astra and Brynt, and not one, whether from her or those that witnessed any part of her ordeal, or the man himself, described Astra as broken.

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