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herself to him? The juice of the lamb was running down his fingers, tempting her appetite. He swallowed hard, remembering how her juices had flowed after a spanking, tempting his.
    His punishments had been for her own good. So was food. She needed both. He had not forgotten. She realized it. He could see it in her eyes now. She was fighting to resist. She was losing. She opened her mouth and allowed him to pop in the morsel of food. She did not bite him. He reached for another.
    “Good,” he said, his voice deep and thick. “Very good.”
    Xander studied her as she chewed. Avin was as beautiful as he remembered, but the trusting innocence that once animated her features was no more. In its place was a guarded reserve that made her sculpted face, with its high cheekbones, pale green eyes, and full lips, look like a haunted marble statue.
    She took another morsel, and he could tell by the third bite that her body had awakened to its need for food. This time, she sucked the juices off his finger in eagerness, and while Xander knew it was unintentional, the mere sensation gave him an instant cockstand that had him hastily shifting his enslaved former queen to one of his hard thighs, lest she feel it poking into her.
    Xander fed her a bit of plum, watching as her lips came within an inch of the bandaged bite. She was careful to avoid the injury she’d given him as she focused on the offered food.
    “Slowly, slowly… the physician says you must not eat too quickly. Here.” Xander lifted the cup of sweetened milk. Avin grabbed it, pulled it to her mouth so quickly some sloshed around the edge. He started to reach for it, but instead let her drain it, waiting a moment before taking the empty cup from her desperate grasp. He offered her another bite of plum, slipping it between full lips ringed with creamy milk. More memories, this time of her lips dripping with a different kind of cream. His cock bobbed painfully against his breeches.
    Avin looked disappointed when the last bite was gone. Now was the moment of truth. Xander reached into the pouch on his belt and pulled out a small lemon cake. These had always been Avin’s favorite. Her eyes were fixed on the treat. He’d seen women look with less longing at precious gems.
    He broke a piece off. She opened her mouth.
    “Kneel.”
    She looked him in the eye. The flash of defiance returned.
    “I know these are your favorites. Remember how they tasted? You once said the tart and the sweet together were perfect complements, just like…” Like the two of us. His voice trailed off. He would not finish the sentence. He would let her finish it in her mind, and remember. “Kneel.”
    He could see how conflicted she was as she looked at the cake. It was still warm, still fragrant. Avin slipped from his lap to the floor. Then, rising to her knees, she looked up at him and opened her mouth. Her expression said it all. I have given. Now you must. It was not full submission, but it was a start. He popped a piece of the cake into her mouth and she closed her eyes, relishing it. He relished her relishing it, and had to restrain himself from picking her up and crushing his mouth against the one savoring the treat.
    He’d been with so many women since Avin, trying to forget. But none had excited him with their bodies the way this deposed and defiant queen excited him by kneeling at his feet in exchange for a bite of cake.
    It was gone too soon. Avin remained kneeling as Xander reached down and wiped the milk and crumbs from her lips with the pad of his thumb. Then he stood and lifted her into his arms.
    “You’ll sleep now,” he said.
    “No,” she replied.
    He smiled to himself. It would be yet another victory; he’d had a sleeping draught put in the milk. Already her eyes were getting heavy.
    “You will sleep,” he said. “And I will sit here. If you get out of bed, I will spank you beyond tears.”
    She looked up at him as he pulled the coverlet over her. The draught was taking