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business, and would be back in four weeks. He’d allowed her to pack a few outfits and underwear, not that she would need any of it. He let her pack her makeup and the various things women couldn’t seem to live without. Most important was her packet of birth control pills, since he planned on fucking her regularly, once she’d earned the privilege of his cock.
    Sam rubbed his hands together. A part of him could scarcely believe she’d agreed to this setup. That same part could hardly believe he’d even come up with it. Was he really going to go through with it?
    It had been a long-held and deep-seated fantasy of his to keep a woman captive in his dungeon, having his complete way with her. He had read a novel once about a guy who was obsessed with a movie star. The guy made all these elaborate plans to kidnap and keep her in his home in the country. He kept her there for months, locking her into a cage when he wasn’t fucking or torturing her. The book had ignited something in Sam—a dark, dangerous part of his psyche that normally he kept well under wraps.
    How far would he go with Rae?
    How far did he dare?
    ~*~
    “Take off the bra and panties. Now.” Sam’s voice was firm, the smile no longer on his face. Rae bit her lip. She felt frozen in place. He took a step toward her, his expression menacing. Instinctively she took a step back, but she reached behind herself to unhook her bra.
    You can handle this, she told herself. It’s better than jail, way better. She’d understood he was going to expect sex—that’s what being a sex slave meant, wasn’t it? At least she found him attractive and, if she were honest, the one time they’d been together had been explosive. Though she’d been put off by his kink, she couldn’t deny the way her body had responded to what he was doing, even while her mind told her it was wrong.
    She wasn’t shy about her body. She told herself just to think of this as a date. A very long, very strange date in a room full of whips and chains. A shiver ran its way up her spine. She let her bra fall to the floor and stepped out of her panties. She started to cross her arms over her body but was stopped by his command.
    “Arms at your sides. Never cover up in front of me, is that understood?”
    She dropped her arms. “That was a direct question, Rae. You failed to answer. That’s punishment number three. For a bright girl, you aren’t too swift.”
    Rae had to bite on her tongue to keep from retorting that for a smart guy, he was a fucking prick. She was pretty sure that would earn her punishment number four. The bastard was smirking at her, clearly loving her discomfort and his control over her.
    “You’re slumping. Stand proud for me. Put your shoulders back,” he ordered. She glanced at him, her lips pressed into a nervous line but he stared her down. After a moment, she obeyed, lifting her shoulders, which caused her breasts to thrust forward.
    Sam was looking her up and down, his eyes sweeping in a slow, insolent wave. He walked around her and stood close behind her, cupping one of her ass cheeks. She stiffened but didn’t dare pull away. He moved closer, so his chest was against her back, and reached around her, cupping one of her breasts. He pulled gently at the nipple, which, in spite of the situation, stiffened at his touch.
    She felt his breath warm against her neck as he leaned down, whispering, “Are you ready for punishment number one, Rae?”
    Ready? Was it a trick question? Wait, it was a direct question, so she’d better answer quickly before she got another freaking demerit. “Um, I guess I don’t really have a choice.”
    “That’s correct. You don’t.” He stepped away and moved around her, walking toward the bed. “Your first punishment will be a good, old-fashioned spanking.” He sat and patted the bed. “Come on over here and lie across my lap.”
    Rae stared at him, her body rooted to the spot. She couldn’t seem to move, even if she’d wanted