thoughts. His face was serious and his voice gentle again. Kara squirmed with embarrassment. His insistence that she keep confirming her compliance and come to him voluntarily forced her to confront all her hidden desires and admit them to him. She was ashamed of her need to be dominated and scared of where it might lead her if she gave in to it totally. She had so much to lose, but her hunger for this man and all that he offered seemed to push aside all rational thoughts.
Now he was slowly circling her, the tip of his fingers skimming her belly, stroking her trembling thigh, caressing her swollen nipples, tracing a sensuous path towards her shaven mound and sending a quiver of bubbling excitement straight to her groin. Any remaining defences she may have been weakly holding onto instantly crumbled as his finger made contact with her throbbing clitoris. She cried out. Her senses seemed somehow sharper, her reactions almost beyond her control.
I know exactly what you want,’ he whispered. ‘I can see it in your eyes. I can see your darkest secrets written right there in the reticent curve of your swollen red lips and the quickened heave of your magnificent breasts…and in the way you stand in front of me, head modestly bowed and eyes discreetly lowered to the floor.’
Kara tried to concentrate on regulating her erratic heartbeat but now he was pulling a medieval looking pair of iron leg spreaders from under his bed.
‘Open your legs,’ he ordered and kicked at the inside of her ankles with his booted feet when she was slow to comply. Kara’s plump, hairless sex lips peeled open to reveal the glistening dampness hidden inside and no matter how she writhed and twisted she could do absolutely nothing to preserve her modesty, now.
‘ I don’t want you to be able to hide anything from me,’ he purred in her ear and ran his finger lightly over her exposed damp sex. ‘I want to own you, Kara Kavanagh. I want to mark you as my property so that no one else will ever be able to touch you without knowing that I was there first. I want you to wear my ring.’
Kara’s belly was doing cartwheels. She wanted that. She wanted to be his but what exactly did he mean? Was he asking to marry her? No, that would be preposterous. They’d only just met – and look where that had gotten her?
‘I want you to wear my ring here.’ He reached between her legs and squeezed her sex lips.
‘Oh God!’ she whispered under her breath and closed her eyes lest he see the need that shone there. She wanted to say stop teasing me and just do it. I want that more than anything, but then she felt something else between her legs – something cold and hard against her inner thigh. She looked down but it was too late. He’d already pressed the trigger on the piercing gun between her legs. Kara let out a yelp.
‘ Ouch! What have you done?’
‘I’ve claimed you as my property,’ he said.
‘You didn’t?’ she laughed. She was pretty sure he was joking but the thought of wearing his ring appealed to something primal hidden deep inside her psyche. Kara suddenly had an image of a dozen or more beautiful women wandering around the streets of London with William Baron’s ring hanging between their legs. It made her clitoris swell and throb insistently between her own legs. She looked down and took a sharp intake of breath as she caught sight of the big gold ring that was hanging from her inner labia. That’s why he had used the leg spreader. He had wanted to make sure she couldn’t stop him. She was powerless. She was completely at his mercy. A hysterical giggle erupted from her lips. She felt light headed with lust. All her blood, and her common sense with it, had sunk into that hot, molten, throbbing pool between her legs.
She watched as he poured a glass of whisky from the bottle on his dresser, but he didn’t pick it up and drink from it. He put his finger in it and circled her, remaining out of sight behind her back as he spoke
Now he was slowly circling her, the tip of his fingers skimming her belly, stroking her trembling thigh, caressing her swollen nipples, tracing a sensuous path towards her shaven mound and sending a quiver of bubbling excitement straight to her groin. Any remaining defences she may have been weakly holding onto instantly crumbled as his finger made contact with her throbbing clitoris. She cried out. Her senses seemed somehow sharper, her reactions almost beyond her control.
I know exactly what you want,’ he whispered. ‘I can see it in your eyes. I can see your darkest secrets written right there in the reticent curve of your swollen red lips and the quickened heave of your magnificent breasts…and in the way you stand in front of me, head modestly bowed and eyes discreetly lowered to the floor.’
Kara tried to concentrate on regulating her erratic heartbeat but now he was pulling a medieval looking pair of iron leg spreaders from under his bed.
‘Open your legs,’ he ordered and kicked at the inside of her ankles with his booted feet when she was slow to comply. Kara’s plump, hairless sex lips peeled open to reveal the glistening dampness hidden inside and no matter how she writhed and twisted she could do absolutely nothing to preserve her modesty, now.
‘ I don’t want you to be able to hide anything from me,’ he purred in her ear and ran his finger lightly over her exposed damp sex. ‘I want to own you, Kara Kavanagh. I want to mark you as my property so that no one else will ever be able to touch you without knowing that I was there first. I want you to wear my ring.’
Kara’s belly was doing cartwheels. She wanted that. She wanted to be his but what exactly did he mean? Was he asking to marry her? No, that would be preposterous. They’d only just met – and look where that had gotten her?
‘I want you to wear my ring here.’ He reached between her legs and squeezed her sex lips.
‘Oh God!’ she whispered under her breath and closed her eyes lest he see the need that shone there. She wanted to say stop teasing me and just do it. I want that more than anything, but then she felt something else between her legs – something cold and hard against her inner thigh. She looked down but it was too late. He’d already pressed the trigger on the piercing gun between her legs. Kara let out a yelp.
‘ Ouch! What have you done?’
‘I’ve claimed you as my property,’ he said.
‘You didn’t?’ she laughed. She was pretty sure he was joking but the thought of wearing his ring appealed to something primal hidden deep inside her psyche. Kara suddenly had an image of a dozen or more beautiful women wandering around the streets of London with William Baron’s ring hanging between their legs. It made her clitoris swell and throb insistently between her own legs. She looked down and took a sharp intake of breath as she caught sight of the big gold ring that was hanging from her inner labia. That’s why he had used the leg spreader. He had wanted to make sure she couldn’t stop him. She was powerless. She was completely at his mercy. A hysterical giggle erupted from her lips. She felt light headed with lust. All her blood, and her common sense with it, had sunk into that hot, molten, throbbing pool between her legs.
She watched as he poured a glass of whisky from the bottle on his dresser, but he didn’t pick it up and drink from it. He put his finger in it and circled her, remaining out of sight behind her back as he spoke
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