Dark Demands 01: Taken for His Captive by Nell Henderson

eyebrow.  She wasn’t going to get the satisfaction she craved, not yet.  He knew she’d crossed him, he hadn’t expected that and she had to be taught a lesson. 
     
    He kissed her eager, lovely mouth and moving his hand he continued to rub her clitoris in his own delicious way and thought it such a great pity that this time he was going to have to disappoint her so terribly.
     
    Gina knew she was close to orgasm, so close, hovering on the brink and had already given herself up the delight that would surely follow.  So what if she had her first orgasm with him like this, what did it matter?  At this moment she was utterly in his power and helpless to resist the oncoming wave that would surely engulf her any second.
     
    But suddenly, in the space of a moment, all that changed as he stopped his intense erotic m assage and deliberately slapped across her sensitised little bud sharply with the flat of his hand instead. 
     
    Gina screamed, “stop it Matthew, stop it now,” she shrieked at him shaking with the shock at what he’d done and not understanding why .  But even as she cried she was very aware of her body’s true reaction.   She knew it was infused with the most sensuous, exquisite pain and that it was just the sweetest hurt that caressed her sex.  And from the way he was looking at her, she knew that so did he. But how did he know?  And why did he want to do these things to her anyway?  What was wrong with plain old simple sex, she asked herself?
     
    “I knew you’d like it,” he whispered ignoring her protests.  “But don’t worry that I’m depriving you for now, I will do it again,” he promised his eyes blazing with surety.
     
    Her body was out of control, shaking and burning with need to be satisfied by this man.  But he’d finished and he stood over her well aware of how she was feeling.  The hand that moments before had been thrust between her thighs now grasped her long blonde hair as he pulled her head up to meet his mouth and he plundered her full, pink lips.
     
    “Please stop this,” she whimpered as he finally released her.
     
    Gina’s legs felt wobbly and she couldn’t take much more.  Despite the quiver ing needy ache she wanted this to be over.  He was too unpredictable; too volatile and she’d no idea what he’d do to her next.  
     
    But suddenly he did as she’d asked and he let her go.  He let her hair drop from his grip and released her hands then without a backward glance he moved to the end of the table and b egan to tap on a laptop keyboard .
     
    “Put your clothing straight,” he ordered softly looking her semi naked body up and down and seeing the confusion on her face .  He knew full well that cutting short this little interlude would have disappointed her every bit as much as it had disappointed him.
     
    Confused, Gina dipped down and pulled her panties back in place and fixed her skirt. But s uddenly her attention was captured by the lar ge white screen on the office wall as it sprung to life and Gina’s eyes widened with surprise as she realised that she was the main feature. 
     
    Her shape in the figure hugging, scarlet gown filled the wall and she watched, with growing horror, as the film showed her first entering Matthew ’s penthouse last night and then moving through the rooms. 
     
    First the bedroom and her rummage over his untidy dressing table, then finding the cuffs.  Her eyes shot to his face looking for some sort of explanation but he just stared back, unsmiling, enigmatic as ever and giving nothing away.  But finally, the major scene played out, it caught her kneeling on the floor, her beautiful silk gown pulled up out of the way around her knees while she photographed the plans of his new development with the camera on her mobile ‘phone.
     

Chapter 9
     
    Gina was stunned.  It hadn’t e ven occurred to her that Matthew might have his penthouse under observation.  But now, as the awful realisation hit her, it