Vedek stomped up to the
table and slapped an ownership disk down on the table. "Here! Is this what
you wanted?"
Chellak picked up the
disk and carefully went over the data. He handed it to Sorina for her
consideration. "Is this everything I need for ownership of the brüter?"
Sorina read over the data
as carefully as Chellak did before shaking her head as she handed the disk
back to him. "No, while this is the correct data file, there is still the
official certificate of ownership and the ring."
Vedek huffed and puffed.
"How dare you, you insolent slave. You will be severely punished for this,
Sorina."
Sorina stood up tall and
proud as she could and she looked Vedek right in the face, defying his
dictate of thirty years that said she couldn't and smiled. "You can't punish
me, Vedek. I don't belong to you anymore."
"Oh, and you think your
new master won't punish you? He will, mark my words, he will punish you,"
Vedek sneered.
"Oh, but that's where
you're wrong, Vedek. Chellak's not my new master. He just freed me. I won't
be punished by anyone, certainly not you." The astonished and outraged look
on Vedek's face was almost worth the last thirty years…almost. Taking the
brüter from him would be the icing on the cake.
"Now, Vedek, I believe
that Matriz Sorina said something about an official certificate and a ring
of ownership? Please hand it over to her."
"To her? Why would I give
it to her?"
"Because I am putting
Matriz Sorina in charge of the brüter."
Vedek shot glares of
hatred at Chellak and Sorina. He dug out the official certificate of
ownership out of his robes, tossing it on the table. Pulling the ring off of
his finger, he tossed it down as well.
As guards escorted Vedek
from the room, Sorina smiled bigger than she had in years. She turned to
Chellak to thank him only to be surprised when he handed her the data disk,
ownership papers, and ring.
"When you believe I am
ready, Matriz Sorina, when you feel you can trust me, please return these to
me. Until then, I leave the brüter safely in your hands. If anyone gives you
any problems about it, come to me and I will take care of it."
"I believe you're ready
now, Chellan Rai," she stated as she handed everything back to him. She
nodded to the small group of people on the other side of the room.
Chellak turned to the
small group, surprised when their ranks divided to reveal a small figure in
a white hooded cape. The small figure came forward several steps before
stopping in front of Sorina.
"Chellak Rai, I give you
the brüter, Demyan. Demyan, you're new master."
The small figure dropped
to his knees before him and small delicate hands reached up to lower the
hood, revealing the exquisite man beneath.
Chellak felt the world
drop out from beneath his feet at the sight of the beauty before him. As one
of the kaztmen race, he immediately knew he looked at his future, his mate.
The brüter was small and
delicate looking, his features fine boned, and nearly pearly white. He
couldn't have been more than 5'4" and maybe 125 pounds. A soft white leather
shirt stretched over his chest, white leather pant covered his legs. A long,
white blond braid fell nearly to his knees.
Chellak felt the blood in
his body begin to boil at the site of the young man. He had never seen
anyone so perfect in his life. The smell of delicate moonflowers and summer
rain filled his nostrils to overflowing. His cock thickened in his tight
leather pants.
But the scent of fear
overshadowed his pleasure and brought Chellak back to reality. The small man
kneeling before him, head bowed, was terrified. His submissive behavior
provoked Chellak's possessive instincts, while his vulnerability called
forth his protectiveness.
He had an overwhelming
need to take the fear from the small man, protect him from the world, and to
possess him for himself. Chellak had never felt anything like it, ever. It
was all he could do to not pull the delicate man into his arms and spirit
him away.
The little man still
would not raise his head to look at him. Chellak looked over at Sorian,
confused by the man's presence. She had said that this beautiful man was the
brüter. But how could that be?
"Sorina? I don't
understand. He is the brüter? I thought it was a jewel or something.
Not a man."
"In his own way, he is
the most precious of jewels. And now you are his master. He belongs to you,"
she smiled indulgently as if she knew something he did not.
"Belongs to me? Sorina, I
can't be his master," he said disgusted at the thought of owning another
person, but unable to deny that joy filled him at the thought of having this
beautiful creature to himself. "I'm trying to outlaw slavery, not encourage
it. How can I possibly do this to him? Wouldn't it be easier if I just set
him free?"
"You can't. He can never
be set free. It is a condition set down by his original owner. He has to
have a master. If you don't take him, Vedek can reclaim him. Why do you
think he gave in so easily? He knows you agreed with the Federation to
outlaw slavery. He's counting on that."
"What in the hell am I
supposed to do with him?"
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