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Erica.”
    Clutched in his hand, the piece of bread floated just above her. She tilted her head, questioning, and he nodded at her.
    Then she realized what he intended, and her blush burned to the roots of her hair, his broad grin registering the gleeful pleasure he took in her embarrassment. Plucking up her courage, she knelt up, taking the bread from his fingers with her lips.
    She’d feared it would be bland, tasteless, but instead it was delicious, obviously fresh baked, and fair melted on her tongue. He tore off another piece, holding it above her once more. She moved to kneel up again, but a sharp shake of his head stopped her.
    “Present your breasts.”
    “What? I don’t… ”
    “Use your hands, Erica.”
    Cupping her breasts, she held them up to him, the globes quivering in her unsteady hands.
    “That’s it. Very good.” He placed the piece in her mouth, the back of his hand caressing the warmth of her cheek.
    There was a soft knock and Ana stepped in, a hand wrapped around the door. Erica tried to stand, but Blaine’s hand clamped her head to his thigh. She thought better of struggling against him, and instead hid her face against his slacks, her arms wrapped around him.
    Ana cleared her throat. “Sorry to disturb you, Sir. Mrs. Forster called to say she’d be late.”
    “Thank you, Ana. You can go to bed now, if you want. I’ll lock up.” Erica could feel the smug maid’s gaze on the round, bare ass pressed to her naked feet. “Is there anything I can … get for you, while I’m here, Sir?”
    The bitch. No!
    “No, I think we’re good,” Blaine said, mirth in his voice. “Thank you, Ana.”
    “Good night, Sir.” A pause, her voice raised for effect. “Good night, Erica.”
    Erica wanted to crawl into the floor, through to the center of the earth. But first, she wanted to murder Ana.
    Blaine growled, his hand tightening on her hair.
    “Good night, Ana,” she mumbled, as if chewing on broken glass.
    “Oh wait, Ana?” His palm caressed the crown of Erica’s head. “There is something.”
    “Sir?”
    Erica could claw the woman’s eyes out at the blatant eagerness in her tone. The slut.
    He’s mine.
    It was insane for her to feel jealous about a man, who essentially, owned Erica — and who was himself married to another woman. However, love — and lust — rarely made sense. She could accept it though, and she knew she’d do everything and anything to make Ana accept it too if the tarted up maid touched one hair on her Sir.
    Erica knew he’d probably punish her for such thoughts, but luckily, he wasn’t able to get inside her head — yet.
    “Do you know where the arm binder is? The leather one?”
    “I think so,” Ana said, hesitation plain in the maid’s voice. “In the … room, Sir.”
    No, no.
    “Okay, good. Bring it to me along with that black cloth I left draped over the end of the horse.” Blaine used his grip to turn Erica’s face up, her eyes reluctantly meeting his. Something danced in the depths of his gaze, and a shiver shook her body. He grinned down at her.
    “Might as well bring the hobble too, Ana. This girl needs it.”
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
    T he breathing of the soft, beautiful body curled up next to him had settled, sleep claiming the girl whom he feared he’d become increasingly fixated upon. Blaine shifted her body a little, adjusting the position of her head, her warm cheek laid upon his shoulder. She wasn’t used to sleeping with her arms bound, so he wanted to keep her as comfortable as possible. The girl had a long night still ahead of her.
    He’d been surprised when she’d fallen asleep shortly after securing her in her bonds. Her trembling was such as he’d fitted her arms into the binder, that he thought she might dissolve into tears, plead with him to leave off. Luckily, she hadn’t. Instead, she’d endured the vulnerability of the arm binder, the way it blatantly presented her luscious breasts, displayed