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her in the rearview mirror. At first, she sat hunched in on herself, scared, perhaps, but knowing her, trying to track the way to the kidnapper’s lair. He chuckled at the thought of his little Katelyn taking down an assailant and then calling the police while the poor guy searched for his balls.
    Trying to watch the road while keeping an eye on his prisoner, he almost missed the shift in her posture, but he couldn’t have missed her angry huff. She figured it out faster than he’d expected, but he was glad she had. She wouldn’t relax and enjoy her fantasy if the fear stayed. Anger he could diffuse, but making Kate genuinely afraid would have destroyed him and ended the game before it began.
    “Why so quiet? Contemplating my death?” He deliberately pitched his voice deeper than his natural range, adding a weak attempt at a Russian accent.
    “Eat ‘it n die.”
    “‘Eat shit and die?’ Now, now, is that any way to talk to a man who holds your life in his hands?”
    “Ahh…Conno…et me o!” She stomped her feet in frustration, fighting against her restraints.
    He didn’t respond to her plea for freedom. Silence would work her up more than anything else. By the time he parked his car in the garage, she had grown quiet as well. Shoulders stiff. Even her desperate struggles had ceased.
    He’d used his tie to hold her hands, his silk handkerchief to gag her. Despite the ski mask hiding her face and pretty blonde hair, she looked helpless, fragile, and feminine. He almost caved and released her… almost .
    Base urges too long repressed wouldn’t let him walk away until he made her scream in ecstasy. She came alive, twisting and fighting like a wildcat once he removed the seatbelt, but she was no match for years of weight training. Carrying her crushed to his chest, he strode through the kitchen and great room to his bedroom and dropped her on the mattress. He straddled her bucking hips and shoved her arms above her head to knot the tails of his tie to the top rail of the headboard. Once she was secure, he dragged his box of toys from beneath the bed. Many of them he’d bought in response to hints about her secret desires—desires whispered to him over one too many shots.
    She jerked at her wrists, screaming through the mask and kicking at his head. Connor stood and threw the spreader bar on the mattress then pinned her legs beneath his hands. “Hold still and cooperate unless you want to be tied face down so I can warm your sweet ass whenever you get out of control.” Bending over her, he pressed his lips near her ear. “Perhaps that’s what you’re hoping for. Do you long to feel the sting of my hand on your beautiful bottom or maybe the snap of a flogger?”
    “‘O! ‘et me o!”
    “Not until your wildest fantasies come to life.”
    She thrashed and bucked beneath him, but when he continued to hold her down, she slowly calmed. He caught the edges of her skirt where it slit up her thigh and ripped the seam open. Once her legs were free, he wrapped one padded leather cuff of the spreader just above her right knee. She went insane, twisting and flailing, until he caught her other leg and buckled the smooth metal bar in place, effectively opening her to his gaze. She could still struggle with her whole lower body, but she would be running nowhere even if her hands came loose.
    A damp spot darkened her white lace panties, and he could not resist running a finger up her thigh and over her trembling core. “This is what you want, isn’t it? To be helpless to the demands of a stranger? Unable to allow your strict rules to keep you from experiencing his power?”
    Katelyn shook her head in denial, but he didn’t believe her. She told him about her wants whenever she downed too much alcohol for her petite form. Self-denial probably ensured she didn’t remember revealing her secrets.
    Still, he wanted to hear her voice so he could listen for the truth. Helping her realize a sexual hunger was one thing.