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than that.
    His hand moved from her face to her groin. He pushed his fingers against her full bladder and she gasped with the effort of controlling herself. Don’t fuck up now, Eva. Not now! Thankfully, he removed his hand before she wet herself.
    “Do you know why you please me?”
    Eva nearly looked up at his face, but caught herself in time. “I wouldn’t presume to say, Sir.”
    “Nor should you. I’m glad to see you’re finally learning your place, cunt.”
    Eva forced her face to remain without expression, though she couldn’t stop the sudden rush of heat that always flowed into her cheeks when he called her that. Beneath was a flash of rage, quickly extinguished. She waited, her eyes fixed on the food and drink.
    “I’m pleased you held both your position and your bladder, in spite of the very large glass of water I had you drink. It wasn’t that long ago you wouldn’t have lasted more than an hour at most. You would have been curled up on your side in direct violation of my command, lying in your own filth like an animal. See how far you have come, slave?”
    “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Eva forced out the words, the earlier spark of rage suddenly whooshing into a flame deep in her belly. Her hands clenched into fists behind her back. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep, cleansing breath, then let it out slowly.
    Strive for serenity in the face of suffering. Back straight, cunt offered, breasts thrust proudly forward. You belong to Master Phillip. You exist to serve and please him. Remember that, and he will reward you.
    The rage in her gut eased and her fingers uncurled. She watched with rapt, canine attention as he tore a piece of the roll and lifted the morsel to her mouth. She licked her dry lips, which parted in anticipation. He placed the food into her mouth—warm, sweet bread and melting butter sending an explosion of pleasure through her senses. She chewed rapturously, grateful tears streaming down her cheeks.
    Miraculously, he placed another piece on her tongue, and followed it with a sip from the mug of coffee, its contents perfectly flavored with cream and sugar, the brew strong and delicious. Astoundingly, he let her eat the entire roll and drink all the coffee. And though her bladder ached and her limbs were numb, her stomach felt full and her face split into something it took her a moment to recognize.
    She was smiling.
    She was happy.
    “Thank you, Master Phillip,” she breathed. “Thank you.”
     

Chapter 3
     
    Nora smiled at Jack as they climbed the stoop together to Hawthorne Dungeon. When Charles and she had volunteered to serve on the selection committee, they hadn’t counted on one of Charles’ high profile architectural clients demanding sudden changes that required his pulling an all-nighter. “I really appreciate your stepping in for Charles. I don’t like to travel in the city alone at night.”
    “Hey, not a problem,” Jack said.”I feel privileged to be part of the process.” Though she hadn’t been entirely sure how they would accommodate a third person in their small Manhattan apartment, in the few weeks Jack had been staying with them, he had turned out to be an easy and considerate guest.
    An early riser, he was usually gone before they woke up, eager to work on the renovation of the loft he’d purchased in Chelsea, which he was converting from an old warehouse into a studio/living space. Nora was the next to leave for her job as a biologist for a pharmaceutical company. Charles’ hours as an architect were less predictable. As a result, Jack was often home before either Charles or Nora, and they frequently found a simple but delicious meal prepared upon their arrival, along with a good bottle of wine. He kept the guest bedroom he occupied spotless and managed to discreetly fade away when Nora and Charles wanted alone time.
    He was easy to look at, too, with curly reddish brown hair that flopped appealingly into clear green eyes. He was a little over