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"Take off your shoes."

They stood in the front hall of his home. Rae looked up at him with those big doe eyes and bit her lip, but she stepped out of her heels like a good girl.

"Unbutton your blouse."

He watched her swallow hard. She started to speak but he stopped her with a finger to her lips. "No. Remember, not a word."

He'd outlined the rules as he'd driven her from her place to his home in Brooklyn Heights, making them up as he went along. "While you're my sex slave, you won't speak unless spoken to. You will always answer any questions directly and honestly." He snorted, adding, "At least as honestly as you're capable of."

She opened her mouth as if to retort but, wisely, held her tongue. He continued. "You will obey whatever I ask of you to the letter, doing no more and no less than I demand. If you feel you have to say something to me, you will ask first for permission to speak and wait for it to be granted."

She had laughed nervously. "You're kidding, right?"

He glanced from the road to her face. "No. Dead serious." He warmed to his topic. "You'll be kept naked at all times, except when I dress you up for my amusement. You'll submit to my punishments without protest."

"Sam, this is nuts. I'm not into all this perverted S&M shit - "

"Nobody asked you what you're into, babe. This isn't designed for your pleasure. Don't forget, you bilked me out of a whole lot of money. You committed a crime - a felony that could land your ass in jail for a very long time. I'm willing to settle for thirty days, but those days will be on my terms. Not yours. My word, once we cross the threshold of my house, will become your law. You will exist solely to serve and please me. You will give up all free will. You will be my possession to use as I see fit."

He turned again to look at her. She was staring at him with her mouth open, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. "If you fuck up, Rae - if you don't behave - I'll cancel the deal and call the cops then and there. I want complete obedience and submission for the full thirty days. Are we one-hundred-percent crystal clear on this?"

Her miserable little nod had made him feel almost guilty - until he remembered the one-hundred-thirty-three thousand dollars she'd stolen.

Now as he saw her hesitation in opening her blouse, he said, "Don't make me repeat myself. I tell you to do something - you do it. Got it?"

He watched as she lifted her hands to the pearl buttons of her blouse. Her fingers were shaking as she opened them and she hesitated after the first three, casting him a pleading look. "Hurry up," he said. "It's nothing I haven't seen before." She flushed but kept at it, until she got all the buttons open. "Take off the blouse." She obeyed and he took it from her. "Now the skirt and your pantyhose." Sam could feel his cock swelling.

Rae wrapped her arms protectively over her breasts. "Arms at your sides," he said, watching the blush rising over her cheeks as she obeyed. "I haven't even made you take off that bra - yet."

A sense of the surreal settled over Sam. He had her! It had been nearly a year since he'd tasted those perfect lips, since he'd had that warm, yielding body beneath his. Now he had Rae Johansen as his personal sex slave for a month! Was he about to wake up from yet another dream? Or was this really happening?

He stuffed her clothes into the overnight bag he'd allowed her to pack. "Don't move. I'm going to get something and I'll be right back."

"Sam," she began, "this is crazy. Please, I - "

"You just earned yourself your first punishment. You know the rules. Now shut that pretty little mouth of yours and do as you're told."

Taking her purse and overnight bag with him, he left her standing there. He hadn't locked the front door and he was aware she could just turn tail and run, though how far she'd get without her purse or clothing was anyone's guess. Still, if she bailed he'd just blow the whistle and let the police deal with her like the common criminal she was.

He headed down into the basement he'd converted into a rather handy dungeon, filled with his favorite toys. Rummaging in the cupboard that contained his bondage gear, he found what he was looking for and returned to find Rae standing where he'd left her.

"This is your slave collar. It's a sign of ownership and, for this month, I own you. You will only remove it when I give permission." He showed Rae the black leather collar, a large metal ring hanging from the front of it. "Lift your hair so I can buckle it in place."

Rae's eyes widened but she did as she was told, gathering and lifting her hair. Sam buckled the collar around her long, slender neck and attached the dog leash he'd brought with him to the ring at her throat.

"What the hell - " she sputtered.

"Punishment number two," he interjected, which silenced her.

He jerked gently at the leash. "Time to show you to your home for the next thirty days." He led her down the basement stairs and watched her take in the room, her hand coming up to her mouth as she looked around at the equipment.

The basement was one large finished room with wall-to-wall carpeting and its own bathroom. There was even a bed in the corner of the large space, for when he wanted to make love to his chosen partner of the evening and they were too spent to make it up to the bedroom.

Rae's eyes were wide as she took in the St. Andrew's Cross, the wide padded sawhorse, the punishment chair, the stocks, the large, sturdy eyehooks bolted into the ceiling and the impressive array of whips, crops, paddles, floggers and rope hung at intervals on the walls.

Sam flashed to the one time he'd had her in his bed. She'd come hard while bound beneath him, gasping and sweating, her nipples like marbles as he squeezed and bit them. She'd rejected out of hand his suggestion of a gentle flogging, protesting a little too much that she wasn't into "whips and chains" and demanding to know what kind of girl he thought she was.

He was pretty sure he knew, but he hadn't pressed. She hadn't been ready, not then. He'd hoped to introduce her slowly to the fiery pleasures of BDSM play, but she'd ended things before they began. Now he had the chance of a lifetime. She was his, all his, for thirty glorious days.

He watched her gazing with wide-eyed fascination at his toys and couldn't help grinning with anticipation, though he felt almost sorry for her. But she'd agreed to the terms - thirty days in exchange for his not pressing charges for a very serious felony. She was getting off easy.

But not too easy - he'd see to that.