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already know the answers to,
little dove?”
    She had no reply for that and he winked at
her before lying beside her and cupping her breast.  He rubbed at her nipple,
watching as it tightened into a hard little bud and her pale skin began to
flush.  He cupped her other breast, the nipple had already stiffened, and a
moan escaped her throat when he traced it lightly with the tip of one finger.
    “Turn onto your stomach, Abigail.”
    She tensed and shook her head no and he
frowned at her.  “Why not?”
    “I don’t want to, okay?”  She gave him a
shaky smile.  “Please, Val.”
    She reached down and took his cock into her
hand, rubbing back and forth firmly as he inhaled sharply.
    With her other hand she tried to urge him
on top of her.  “Like this again, okay?”
    He pulled her hand away from his cock and
shook his head.  “No.  Turn over, Abigail.”
    The desire was fading from her eyes and he
could see a secret lurking deep within their depths.  He scowled.  He didn’t
want her keeping anything from him.  The look of anger on his face made her tense,
and he placed a gentle hand on the swell of her belly. 
    “I won’t, Val.  Don’t ask me again.  I’ll
fuck you but only on my terms.  Do you understand?”
    “I do.”  He murmured soothingly.  He bent
his head and kissed her until her body relaxed and she was making soft noises
of pleasure.  She clung tightly to him, her soft hands stroking his broad back
and her hips arching repeatedly against him.
    He released her mouth and gave her an
apologetic smile.  “Forgive me, little dove.”
    She blinked.  “Forgive you for what?”
    He flipped her effortlessly onto her
stomach, pinning her upper body down easily with just one hand between her
shoulder blades.
    Her yell of shock and outrage was muffled into
the blanket and she whipped her head to the left and glared at him.  “Goddamn
you, Val!”
    He didn’t answer.  He couldn’t answer.  The
words had been sucked out of him by the horrific sight of her back.
    “Who did this to you?”  He choked out.
    She refused to answer and instead kicked at
him.  He put one leg over both of hers almost absentmindedly.  She was no match
for his strength and she collapsed against the blanket, nearly spitting at him
in fury.
    “You had no right to do that, Val!  I told
you I didn’t want – “
    “Hush, Abigail.”  He was still looking at
her back.  “You belong to me now, and there will be no secrets between us.”
    She gaped at him.  “I do not belong to
you!”
    “Yes, you do.”  He spoke absently as if the
subject was closed to further discussion.  He leaned over her and examined her
back closely.  The pale, soft skin of her upper back was marred with ugly rope-like
scars.  He dropped his eyes to her lower back and snarled in silent rage when
he saw the raised scar in the shape of a cross on her skin.  “Tell me who did
this to you.  Now, little dove.”
    She sighed.  “My foster mother.”
    “What’s a foster mother?”
    She squirmed again.  “Let me up first.”
    He released her but before she could flip
over he had hauled her into a sitting position between his own spread legs.  He
bent her forward slightly and pushed her long hair to the side so he could
continue to look at her back.
    Everywhere he looked he found something
else that made his rage grow. Her back was covered with hundreds of thin, pale
lines of scars that were nearly hidden by the larger scars.  There were small
round marks that could only be burns.  On the back of her left shoulder, nearly
hidden beneath a particularly large scar, the word ‘whore’ had been carved into
her skin in neat, block letters.
    “My parents died when I was a toddler.  I had
no other relatives so in my world they put you into what they call ‘foster
care.’  Other people are paid to take care of you.”
    She cleared her throat and raised her
knees, leaning away from Val and resting her arms on her knees and her chin