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moments with him. It’s as though they are having a real relationship. Well, as real as he would allow it, anyway.
    With just a moment’s hesitation, she steps into the manor.
    The doors open into a wide hall. The floor is black and white checkered marble. A parade of bronze busts greets her. They are green with age and mounted on white columns in seemingly random locations. The busts are unlike any she has ever seen before. They look as though they should belong in a museum.
    “Wow, are these ancient?”
    “Mesopotamia,” he says. “Ancient Babylon.”
    Where did you get them? she wants to ask, but senses he won’t tell her anyway. She wonders if the rumors are really true then, and in addition to his purported gold bullion, he has amassed someone else’s collection of private treasures as well.
    The hall leads to several rooms and a grand sweeping staircase. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and the wall art is a mixture of framed papyri and ancient porcelain plates. One of the rooms is a comfortable family lounge with armchairs and sofas. Another is a den.
    A little circular robot whirs into the hall. She steps back, amazed. It completely ignores her as it circumnavigates the hall in a zigzag manner.
    “My robotic house cleaner,” Channing explains. “There’s one upstairs too. Too bad they are not sophisticated enough to do dusting as yet, or I’d get rid of the human housekeeping team.”
    “Interesting,” she says truthfully, eyeing the robot in suspicion.
    “And now for what I want you to do,” he says. “Follow me.”
    Wow, she thinks, he gets right to the point. She’s still a little sore from the lovemaking. Oh sorry, she should call it ‘fucking’, as he does. In a good way, of course.
    She follows him meekly down a passageway, and down a flight of dimly lit stairs. She doesn’t know what to expect. A wine cellar, perhaps. Maybe he wants her to polish the bottles, or something worse. Her mind dances with possibilities.
    At the bottom of the stairs is a chamber, beyond which sits an iron door. Dread stops her momentarily in her tracks.
    “What is that?” she asks.
    He flickers a glance at her. “It’s a dungeon.”
    Oh.
    He watches her face – the fear that must be showing on it.
    “Don’t worry, Susan. We’re not going in there . . . today.”
    Today? She feels faint. So there will be the possibility of tomorrow.
    “What’s in it?” she asks.
    “You’ll find out soon enough. But not today.”
    The walls of the chamber are lined with closets. He opens one. Inside are layers and layers of clothes hanging from a rack. He selects one and hands it to her.
    “I’d like to see you in that.” His startling blue eyes are steadfast as they hold hers. “After you’ve changed, meet me upstairs. Can you cook?”
    This takes her by surprise.
    “Uh, yes.”
    “Are you a good cook?”
    “Fairly.”
    “Then make us both dinner. There’s plenty of foodstuff in the kitchen. Just don’t ask me what or where, but there’s plenty.”
    He wants me to cook for him? She is both astonished and puzzled. Does he secretly want a domestic goddess then? One whom he can dominate and fuck at will, and who will play the part of the little woman as well?
    He turns tail and goes up the stairs.
    She stares at the outfit he gave her.

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    She walks nervously up the stairs. He’s waiting for her in the passageway, just as he said he would.
    He grins as soon as he sees her.
    “Nice, very nice,” he says.
    She blushes. She has never worn such an outfit before, but then, she has never done a lot of things before she met him. Her waist is cinched in a tight black bodice and her breasts are lifted by two whalebone push-ups whose cups are are red rose petals. Her nipples are completely revealed. Her skirt is a flouncy black number shaped like a puff pastry.
    She wears no panties underneath, but her skirt is so high at the back that it reveals the lower half of her naked buttocks. If someone were to