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softly against her ear .
    ‘Does it excite you to be subjugated in this way?’ William pressed his damp finger against her pulsing sphincter and she gasped. ‘Is this how powerful women like to get their kicks?’ He was taunting her. She didn’t like that. And then he pushed his finger into her bottom.
    Kara whimpered. She could feel the heat of the whisky inside her, warming her from within. Her head was beginning to wonder how she was going to get herself out of this stupid mess but her body had long since surrendered to his expert touch.
    ‘ Is this what you wanted?’ His other hand was between her legs, delving between her parted sex lips again. Kara was ashamed at how smoothly his finger moved across her slick entrance and mortally embarrassed as he brought his moist digit up to her nose.
    ‘Can you smell your need?’
    Kara blushed and turned her head away. 
    ‘Suck it,’ he urged. ‘Taste the f lavour of your lust.’
    Kara felt her cheeks flush as he pushed his finger in through her lips and she was forced to suck her own juice from his flesh. She expected it to be unpleasant, but like a drug, once in her system she relished its heady effect on her and sucked hard on his proffered finger as her head filled with thoughts of his stiff cock taking its place, but he seemed to know what she was thinking and withdrew his finger slowly, teasingly and with a slightly mocking grin.
    She giggled nervously as her fear increased along with her level of discomfort. This wasn’t what she’d been expecting at all yet her body still seemed at odds with her head.
    William turned his back on her , now and Kara watched as he took a long slug from the whisky he had poured before approaching her and covering her mouth with his own for the first time. Kara melted into his kiss. The aroma of the potent spirit making her head spin, and then the taste hit her as he filled her mouth with his liquor laced tongue, delving slowly into her warmth, searching, probing, owning every inch of her body and then pulling away just as she began to relax and respond to his persistent tongue. He smiled before placing the glass to her lips.
    ‘ Do you want a sip, sweetheart?’
    Kara nodded and he placed the glass against her lips. She swallowed a large slug of the rich, golden nectar and enjoyed the burning sensation as the alcohol travelled to her stomach.
    At last he released her from his gaze, his long lashes hooding his unfathomable eyes as he looked down at the belt he was unbuckling from his trousers but instead of tossing it aside he slowly rolled the supple leather strap around his fist, leaving only a short length hanging loose from his hand.
    He held the belt close to her face ; close enough for her to smell the scent of new leather warmed by its close proximity to his skin.
    ‘ I’m going to make you beg for my cock.’ He pressed the leather strap against her hot cheek. ‘And I’m going to leave my mark on your flesh so that every time you look at it tomorrow you’ll be reminded of exactly how far you were prepared to go for a taste of it.’
    ‘Please don’t hurt me?’ Kara begged breathlessly, suddenly losing her courage. She’d been expecting a soft leather whip or his flattened hand – not this!
    William only laughed .
    ‘I won’t touch you unless you ask me to,’ he added and his lips brushed lightly against hers, his breath hot on her face. ‘Everything has a price, Kara, even me – you should know that.’
    He was making fun of her again; using her own words against her.
    Kara had carved out a highly successful career in the cut throat world of futures and investments. She was a strong, independent woman and being in this position sent her emotions into turmoil, yet even as she rationalised it all in her head Kara still longed for his next touch.
    She watched as he crossed the bedroom. He really was a beautiful man – even more so without his shirt. Kara was used to being around men who liked to think they