“He’s playing you for a fool.” Zad was losing patience with her. “I gave orders. Beat it out of the fool.”
Staying calm, the sorceress repeated. “He says there is no secret ……”
Zad snapped. “He’s having you on!”
The sorceress was reporting back. After the Beastmaster’s first ordeal .. coping with the bar. She understood her master well enough. When he was like this, there was no reasoning with the man. She continued as if her master had not interrupted.
“No secret he UNDERSTANDS ……”
Confidently she faced the fury of her master’s glare. “He thinks it’s in-built. Born with him …..” She ignored Zad’s look of impatience. “The secret is there. It’s just he does not know it is ……”
She had studied her victim. She had a measure of the man. Tough, strong .. a man who did not give to being pushed around. Used to him shoving that heavy-muscled weight around to get what he thought was right. Strong-willed. Single-minded. He and her king were not unalike. Used to control.
Zad was still scowling. “Understand or not. Do I care? I want it. What do I keep you for?”
The sorceress nodded sagely. She explained. “It is lodged deep in his psyche. Deep down beyond his control.”
Zad exploded. “Then dig deeper. I want that secret. The Darklord wants that control. For the animals to bend to his will.”
Control. Being in charge of himself. An arrogant sense of his self-being. The Beastmaster’s strong muscular body thought it could control the actions. Dominate. Win. Dropping repeatedly onto his nuts .. that had opened his eyes to his male vulnerability. Not so cock-sure of his dominance now. That sharp ringing of pain in his crushed balls. Showing how that others could wrest away his muscular control. That hard-packed body, that shredded strength of mind .. it was HERS to control.