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through the cool glass. Like Beatrice, Sarah would have to learn and understand who was master and who slave. As yet unaware of her power and her raw sexuality, she would be better once he had broken her in; taught her what he expected and needed from her.
    Through the mirror Casswell could see that Sarah’s busy fingers had found the pleasure bud that nestled deep within those fragrant lips. He sensed it was time to act. He got to his feet and moved towards the door with Chang, who was no more than a step or two behind him.
    When he stepped into Sarah’s room he saw the strange mixture of shock and excitement on her face. She stepped away from the mirror, frantically reaching for her clothes, stunned and deeply embarrassed at being caught in so vulnerable and so seductive a state.
    ‘Stand still,’ he ordered in a voice that brooked no contradiction. She froze, her hands outstretched.
    ‘What do you want?’ she whispered.
    Casswell smiled thinly. ‘Oh come, come, you’re not unintelligent, Miss Morgan, surely you already know the answer to that? You must have guessed why I invited you here. You are my Beatrice.’
    She stepped away from him, eyes bright with fear and excitement.
    ‘No,’ she murmured, although they both knew it was a lie. Her tone was uneven and yet her fear had made her less conscious of her nakedness. There was a definite air of defiance about her stance. How delightful, thought Casswell. What a pleasure it would be to train such a beautiful, strong-willed creature. ‘You’re mistaken,’ she continued.
    ‘I am?’ he said and turned away, feigning indifference. ‘What a terrible shame. In that case I won’t waste any more of your time. You may leave now, my dear. Tonight. I really have no desire to keep you here against your will. Chang will pack for you.’
    He saw something flash across Sarah’s eyes and then he extended a hand in invitation. ‘Or perhaps you might like to reconsider? Tell me honestly that you weren’t excited by Beatrice’s seduction? Tell me that some part of you did not tremble with delight as you imagined the kiss of the whip or the cut of the belt on her ripe and eager flesh. Tell me, Sarah… tell me. Tell me why you are naked in front of the mirror seeking solitary satisfaction?’
    To his delight Sarah Morgan flushed scarlet and looked down.
    Rigel Casswell knew then that Sarah was his. It would take time for her to understand what he truly wanted from her, but she had taken that first step towards embracing her true nature.
    He nodded to Chang, who caught hold of Sarah’s arm. Her instinctive reaction was to pull away.
    Casswell shook his head. ‘Don’t fight the need that courses through your veins, Miss Morgan. I can see it in your eyes. Chang will prepare you for me.’
    Sarah stared at him, and then without protest let Chang lead her into the bathroom.
Chapter 3
    Hardly able to believe what was happening to her, Sarah felt as if she had stepped into some sort of dark compelling dream. There was a sense of unreality; lust and fear were a heady mixture. She could feel her pulse racing while she waited for the Oriental man to reveal what was to follow.
    His face was an impassive mask as he moved around the room, silent and apparently unmoved by either her nakedness or her vulnerability. Sarah felt a ripple of apprehension. Chang opened the door to the shower cubicle and then turned towards her. From his pocket he produced a pair of soft leather manacles linked by several inches of fine chain. He held out his hand towards her – the gesture was an invitation not a command – although everything about his demeanour suggested this was not an invitation she could easily refuse.
    Without thinking she stepped closer. It seemed that since Doctor Casswell had stepped into her bedroom her body was moving with a will of its own, as if Beatrice de Fleur’s desire was fuelling her compliance. She wondered where this side of her nature had been hidden until now. Was