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reason, she found the ground this morning just as shaky as she had before.
 Please sit down, Sarah. It was the first time since Friday that he d used her name.
It sounded odd, but she did as she was told.
He took her hand and looked at her gently. After their coupling of the night before,
he knew setting her free would be difficult on the both of them. And yet, it had to be
done. He wanted her as his slave but she needed the freedom to come to him on her
own. Only that way would he truly own her only that way would she truly be owned.
 I have to release you now, Sarah our twenty-four hour trial is over. Besides, you
have other things to attend to this weekend and so do I. I will take you home soon and
you will resume your life just where you left it on Friday. He paused, searching for the
right words.  It is my hope that you will come here at the end of the week.
She caught his meaning. He was releasing her during the week she would live as
she always had on the weekend, she would become his slave, if she wanted to.
 I will not ask you to make a decision today in fact, I don t want you to. You need
to take the week. Put some distance between your experiences here and get back to
your life before. Only then can you decide.
She knew what he was saying was wise. Right now, her decision would be based on
emotion alone. The weekend had been filled with glorious sex, but little else. And she
wanted more. It was comforting to discover he did too.
She nodded her understanding.  Yes, Phillip, I understand. When I make my
decision, how can I let you know?
 I will be here on Friday. Once work has finished for you, drive here instead of
going to your apartment. Pack a change of clothes, because, if you do come, you will not
leave until Monday morning when you leave for a regular week of work.
There was no mistaking the authority in his voice. The latent power stirred her and
she knew if she showed up at his door on Friday, he would make good on his
statement. The thought thrilled her.
 But now it s time for me to take you home, Sarah. He stood and she followed suit,
her stomach growling. They both laughed.  What say we go have breakfast before I
take you home?
 Definitely! She grinned and they headed out the door. She had a decision to make
this week, although she already had an inkling what it was going to be&
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Diana Hunter
Chapter Three
A second try
All week Sarah thought about Friday night. She d gone to work Monday morning,
just as usual. She had gone about her normal, everyday tasks, same as she always did.
But she wasn t the same. And she was surprised that no one noticed. Everything
was tinted differently and Phillip s presence was with her every moment. Even doing
innocuous activities such as bending down to pick up a fallen document, or reaching up
high to get something off the upper shelf; she d remember being in similar positions
with him. Tied. Unable to move. Controlled. His toy. She blushed with remembrance.
His slave.
Every little moment like that made her wet. She had taken to bringing an extra pair
of panties with her to work and changing at midday. A constant state of arousal had
been her manner all week.
Her  normal week.
And now it was drawing to a close. Finally! She d put together a small suitcase of
clothes for Monday and put it in the trunk of her car that morning. How she d made it
through the day, she had no idea, but at last she was out of the building and driving
down the highway.
It was almost 6:30 before she pulled into his drive. His car was already there and
she remembered he said he d be waiting. Desperately hoping she hadn t made him wait
long, she practically flew out of the car and up the path to his door. But once on the
porch, she paused to collect herself. She was making a fool of herself, running this way.
She was behaving like a slut that needed to rut. She made a wry face. Which wasn t so
far from the truth.
There was no bell, so she knocked. Softly at first, then with more courage. Would he
be mad at her for the traffic s delay? Would he even still want her?  What ifs ran
through her head as she waited, trying not to bounce in impatience.
The setting sun lit his powerfully built frame as he opened the door and stood
smiling at her. Again dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark slacks, his appearance took
her breath away. Tall and rugged, the sun made shadows in the deep dimples of his
cheeks. His shirtfront half open, the soft evening light caressed the smooth skin of his
muscled chest and Sarah s heart beat a bit faster. How could she have forgotten how his
hair curled over his ear like that? She stood grinning and speechless.
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