Free Foreign Exchange (The Concubine Chronicles Book 1) by Vanessa Cardui Page A

thigh. "A very satisfying girl," he said. "But are you certain that you have not given more of a present than is justified?"
    "It is somewhat more than I intended, yes," said Jalah. "I have no doubt that it will encourage other young ladies of breeding to lend us similar livestock in the future, in the hope of receiving similar gifts.  And who knows?  Perhaps they shall send one who is similarly inspiring.  But that was not my intent."  She patted Liera's butt fondly.  "One does not choose inspiration in art.  It is like love, in that way; one does not stint, when it arrives."
    Her hand dropped lower to Liera's dripping cunt, down to the come on her leg.  "Oh, she is ready indeed for our guests."  She unhooked Liera from the stand, and led her to a smaller room than the one in which she had dined the night previous, and affixed the manacles and iron chains again.
    Then she considered.  "The collar and cuff should be sufficient decoration," she said.  "You are. . . you are very clearly what you are, piglet.  And as Miss Enari will be taking you back home with her after our dinner, I fear this is this last time we shall have alone together, unless you are lent a second time."
    That was a sad thought.  But also, home!  And Maash!  And clothing, and late mornings, and proper food, and everything else.  She looked up at Jalah, who smiled down at her.  "You may kiss my feet," she said.  "And then I shall whip you."
    It had been a long two days.  And she'd only been allowed to come once.  Liera kissed Jalah's feet, then waited on her hands and knees, fought back tears, fought to keep still as the whip laid lines of fire across her ass.  It was strange, how quickly everything had gone from odd and strange to the way things were.  Another quick touch on her cunt, more revealing wetness.
    "You shall do very well tonight," said Jalah.  "You simply must be who you are."
    Liera nodded.  Jalah attached a thin gold chain to her collar, and then to a ring set in the floor, and then left, to see to her own preparations.  The servants moved around her, setting the table, lighting the lamps.  One of them brought out a bowl of vegetables and put it in front of Liera.
    She chewed morosely on her lettuce, and waited.  Tsui showed up, winked at her, and began playing her flute, practice trills and scales.
    Even at night, during the rains, Liera had never felt cold in Raalath.  And it wasn't cold in that room.  But she shivered a little, waiting.  It was . . . she didn't know what she would have to do, or what would be done to her.  But Taril would see, and Maash would see, and they would . . . she shivered, and waited, knowing that Jalah would check to see her arousal, and would not be disappointed with what she saw.
    Liera had sort of expected that Jalah would come back before the guests arrived, and that she'd control the gathering; Jalah was good at control.  But the Ossian woman, Lady Arith, was the first to arrive.  She came in as the servants were still setting the tables, took a breaded partridge wing from one of the platters, and came over to Liera.
    "And now they've let you out of your cage, piglet!" she said.  "Well, greet me."
    There was a little bit of slack in the chain that attached to Liera's collar.  She crawled over to Lady Arith, who was wearing sharp-heeled shoes which covered her toes.  Liera touched her lips to the back of the foot and looked up, hoping that was right.  She wasn't sure if she was supposed to put the lady's foot atop her head, but Jalah had said, "your lady," and whoever the Lady Arith was, she wasn't Liera's lady.
    It seemed that she'd gotten it more or less right.  The Ossian woman smiled down at her.  "And you take so well to local manners."  She dangled the partridge wing down.  "Would you like a bite?"
    "Yes, lady, please?" said Liera.
    "Up!"
    Liera kept her hands at her sides, and came up onto her knees, reaching for the food with her mouth.  It was just out of