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“Keep still. Make it easier on yourself.”
    “Go to hell.”
    He tied her wrists together quickly as she kicked at his legs.
    “Now, I’m going to fuck you like the traitor you are. Do not fight me, Tara. You have no chance. And things would become unpleasant. I plan to thoroughly enjoy this. I suggest you do.”
    No-one would hear her shouting for help with the party going on, and yet she knew she didn’t want to cry out, she knew she didn’t want to stop him. He was rough, ruthless and unprincipled, yet she craved this man and his treatment of her; his voice so darkly seductive to her; hypnotic and alluring, drawing her to him like a willing casualty.
    “You need to learn how to be controlled. You can’t get away with this behaviour. There are serious repercussions. As you’re discovering.”
    He turned her around to face him, but she couldn’t look at him, thoroughly embarrassed at the things she had already let him do to her, and of the power he seemed to have over her, over her mind as well as physically.
    He took her refusal to look at him as disobedience and disinterest.
    “Your first repayment is due. Look at me. This is your doing. Now get down on your knees. There is something I want you to do.”
    The look in her eyes was sensational. Defiance and fury, yet he saw clearly the desire they held too, despite the circumstances. He understood he had ignited a passion in her as dark as his own.
“Get on your knees. Maybe this will make you think of what you’ve done to me.”
    His hands pushed her shoulders so that she was made to kneel and as she looked up at him, he could see the hunger in her eyes clearly.
    His hands went to the belt of his trousers. He flicked it open, and pulled it from the waistband.
    “You deserve a whipping. But not with this. I have something else in mind.”
    He slid down the zip of his trousers and pulled out his cock. It was fully erect, substantial and thick. It was male perfection; a magnificent vision of pure masculinity.
    He held it in his hand. “This is what I’m going to use. I’m going to teach you that I’m in charge of you and your body now. It belongs to me.”
    His hand ran up and down the length of his cock leisurely, holding it tantalisingly close to her face.
    He moved closer, his cock level with her mouth.
    “Open your mouth.”
She refused.
    Shockingly, he slapped his cock on her lips. Not aggressively, but as though it was totally acceptable.
    “It’s going to go in your mouth,” he said, as he slapped his cock against her lips again, “and so your mouth needs to open right up to take it all in. It’s going to fuck your mouth, deep.”
    He slapped it against her lips again, then against her cheeks, rubbing it against her face, his scent so male and raw.
    The deviance of his actions electrified her. She kept her mouth firmly closed, wanting him to do it more; wanting his sensual abuse of her.
    Again, he slapped her with his cock, and without her realising it, he could hear the moans coming from her throat. She found herself grasping for his cock, opening her mouth to take it in.
    “That’s it; it’s all for you. It’s yours now.”
    She took it further into her mouth, the scent of him provoking her as his hips pushed forward to bury it deeper inside her mouth.
    She could taste him as he began to thrust it in and out, going deeper with each thrust, her desire for him soaring as his actions grew more extreme, fucking her mouth without inhibition or restraint.
    She wanted him inside of her, on top of her, fucking her.
    His pocket started to vibrate. “Damn it.”
    He pulled his cell phone out with difficulty. He had advised the office to call him only in absolute emergency and this had better be good.
    “Regrettably I have to go,” he told her, as he eased his cock out of her mouth and uncomfortably pushed it back into his trousers, zipping them up.
    He looked down at her. “We’ll consider this your first of many repayments to me. Next