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carefully, letting her take her fill. She drank until the glass was empty and then sagged back against his arm, closing her eyes.
    “Are you hungry?”
    She nodded, eyes still closed.
    “I’ll bring your dinner.”
    Sam eased his arm from beneath her shoulders, letting her head fall to the pillow. He stared down at her a moment. She was breathing easily, and her face was less flushed. She was fine.
    He grabbed his leather pants and pulled them on, not bothering with his shirt or boots. He went quickly to the kitchen, taking the plate he’d prepared for her and left in the oven to keep warm. He poured a glass of wine and put the food and drink on a tray, along with a napkin.
    Rae lay as he’d left her. Her eyes were closed and her chest rose and fell in a deep, even cadence. He set the tray down on the nightstand and stared down at the sleeping girl, drinking in the lovely curves of her body.
    He regarded the neat, dark triangle of pubic hair at her sex. He would shave it so he could better see and access the soft, rising mound of female flesh beneath it. The image made his cock stir but he ignored it—tomorrow was a new day.
    “Ready to eat?” he queried.
    Rae opened her eyes, turning her head toward the tray. “Yes,” she replied in a low voice. She lifted herself higher onto the pillows, wincing slightly as she moved. Her eyes remained on the food, her tongue flicking over her lips.
    Sam sat beside her on the bed and took the plate from the tray, balancing it on his knees. He nodded toward the plate. “I even cut the corn off the cob for you.” He cut a piece of steak and speared it with the fork. He lifted it to her lips. “Here you go.”
    “I can—“
    “Unh uh,” Sam cut her off.
    He saw she realized what she’d done—speaking out of turn. “Oh!” she gasped. “Please, um, may I have permission to speak?”
    Sam regarded her, amused. At least she was trying. “Yes.”
    “Could I feed myself?”
    “No.”
    He watched the frustration moving its way over her features, no doubt fighting with the very real hunger she must be feeling. Hunger won out. Rae opened her mouth, her eyes meeting his for a second before sliding away. He let her take the morsel, watching her chew and swallow.
    Sam fed her, lifting the wine glass to her lips between bites. When the plate was clean and the wine glass empty, he asked, “Had enough?”
    Rae nodded and Sam decided it was time to add a little structure to her responses. “Kneel up on the carpet, Rae,” he instructed.
    He heard the small, exasperated sigh but let it pass. He waited patiently as she lifted herself from the bed and knelt in front of him. “Hands behind your head,” he reminded her. “Knees apart. Show me that cunt.”
    A pretty blush rose over her cheeks, rather amusing in the circumstances, but also curiously touching. Sam had to remind himself she was a liar and a thief as he stared down at her. “Going forward,” he informed her, “you will address me as Sir. You will continue to speak only in response to a direct question, except when asking for permission to speak. Are we clear on this?”
    “Yes… Sir .”
    Sam caught the pause and the emphasis on the word, aware of the insolence still lingering in her tone and the anger alive in the sudden flash of fire in her eyes. He smiled, shaking his head. For this month at least, he would wipe all trace of insolence and anger from her, leaving only the passion. She would learn true submission. She would come not only to accept, but to embrace what he gave her.
    He would see to it.

 
     

Chapter 5
     
     
    Rae awoke with a start and sat bolt upright in her bed. The sudden tug against her throat made her cough and sputter. She fell back against the pillow, her hands fumbling at the collar. She couldn’t remove it when it was locked to the chain, not that she would dare anyway.
    She lay still, letting the dark dreams ebb away and willing herself to calm down. She reached for the sheets, which