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quickly rushed to follow. He gripped my upper arm and pulled me close enough so that he could whisper in my ear.

“You look beautiful with my welts all over your bare little bottom,” he whispered possessively, and I gasped with reluctant desire.

I shivered and my core tightened impossibly harder. Another drop of slick seeped down my inner thigh and I pressed my legs together to try to make it stop. My entire body was beginning to feel warm and a heated buzzing was gathering just beneath my skin. I’d never felt anything like it before in my life.

If he sensed my disquiet, he said nothing. He led me carefully through the halls of the castle until we reached an extravagantly decorated small dining hall with room enough for a dozen people. All the seats were taken. I recognized several faces of his council including Neegan. He glared at me with extremely hateful judgment and I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to remind myself not to say anything at all.

Magnar strode to the end of the table and gripped the heavy wooden chair on either side. He moved it backwards.

“Come here, omega,” he commanded, and I hesitantly obeyed him. “Climb up onto the chair,” he said next while offering me a hand.

“Turn around and show them your punished backside,” he directed. “Bend over and spread yourself so that they can see just how thorough your alpha was with you.”

I whimpered softly and stared back at him. His gaze narrowed slightly in warning and I did as he asked, knowing that I didn’t really have a choice in the matter.

I bent over and traced my fingers over the raised welts that crisscrossed all over my backside. With extreme trepidation, I gripped my bottom cheeks and spread them for everyone watching. I could hear a few of them remark on the redness of my backside and how the marks went all the way down my thighs. Others murmured about the wetness that soaked my thighs and then I heard Neegan’s voice above them all.

“Did you spank her pussy too? It’s bright red, just like her bottom,” Neegan observed and I cringed silently with shame.

“Her pretty little cunt was thrashed with my belt,” Magnar answered.

“Next time, you should punish that tight asshole of hers with it too,” Neegan declared and my face heated so much that it felt like I was in front of an open flame.

I felt Magnar’s fingers trace my skin. Slowly, his fingertips made their way up my thighs and in between my cheeks to settle directly on my bottom hole. My eyes opened wide and I was thankful that I was facing away from those who sat at the table. None of them could see just how much his touch was driving me crazy with an insane sense of arousal and an even stronger feeling of abject shame.

“She needed a very thorough punishment over my knee and with my belt. It took quite a bit of time to properly remind her of her place, but I’m not finished with her. She was given a very hard spanking and an even harder belting already. I left her wet and needy so that I could finish the lesson when we return to my chambers after our dinner is concluded, gentlemen,” Magnar answered.

My face flushed even more deeply.

“I heard. I walked by your chambers and I could hear how firm you were with her, Magnar. An omega like her needs an alpha like that,” Neegan replied. I wasn’t sure, but the way he answered raised the hair on the back of my neck. I didn’t like him one bit and I trusted him even less than that.

“I’ve punished my omega as I saw fit. The matter of her disappearance has been dealt with,” Magnar continued. He took my hand and helped me climb down off the chair. He took a pillow from a nearby chaise and placed it on the floor. He pointed to the pillow and I knelt down onto it. It was soft against my knees and I was thankful for his kindness.

He sat down next to me and I tentatively leaned against his leg. I touched him hesitantly at first and he didn’t stop me. In fact, he seemed to encourage it because his fingers petted the top of my head. He scratched my scalp with a certain tenderness, and I pressed back against him a bit more firmly. Hidden as I was by the table, no one else could see him touching me.

It was hard to kneel because my bottom and thighs were so sore, but I did anyway because that’s what I had to do. Magnar talked with his advisors about some of the things that had happened in the city over the week. They talked about Brogan’s death for a period of time, as well as the rumors that continued to spread around the city.

“Some are saying it was poison,” Neegan offered. I narrowed my eyes in his direction, watching as his foot tapped against the floor.

“It will do us no favors if that kind of gossip continues to spread. Do something about it,” Magnar growled.

“Yes, my king,” Neegan replied a bit too cheerily. His answer raised my suspicions.

The conversation turned more mundane after that. They discussed things of a financial nature for a long while, before they talked about the recruitment of more men to join the army. I did my best to listen to every detail, but the scent of Magnar surrounded me like a heavy cloud and my body wouldn’t stop responding to it.

Earlier, my slick had dripped down my thighs. Now there was enough of it beneath me to stain the cloth fabric of the pillow under my knees.

My nipples never relaxed. They stayed so hard that they hurt. I wanted to touch them, but I was almost afraid to. I pressed my palms against my thighs, trying my best to ignore the pulsing heat in my body, but it