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He followed her through to the extensive lounge； eyes riveted on her curvy body that seemed to have increased in beauty over the last three years； sensuous flesh that had melted the willpower of strong men； had them grovelling to do her bidding。 For Catriona was mistress of all； and Sabat relished the prospect of being once more her obedient servant。
She crossed to the cocktail cabinet； poured him a liberal whisky and added a dash of peppermint cordial； her memory long where Sabat was concerned。 He noted that she still drank only fruit juice； Catriona's sexual appetite did not need boosting with alcohol。
'You waited a long time to get in touch；' her eyes were searching him out； making him strangely unfortable； she seemed even more dominant than before； something which sent a little tingle up his spine。
'I didn't know how things stood between us。' Put into words； it seemed a lame excuse。
'Really； you should know me better than that；' mocking admonishment。 'Vince has never stood between me and what I wanted to do。 That bit of bother； it was all an SAS internal scandal。'
'But Vince brought it to a head。'
'Sometimes dear old Vince gets a fit of 。。。 possessive…ness' she laughed； 'and then I have to punish him for it。 But he isn't in the Service any more； and if he came back right now there's not a thing he could do。 If he got stroppy I'd send him straight off to bed like a naughty boy and smack his bottom if he plained。'
Catriona had put down her drink； she seemed to glide across the carpet towards Sabat。 So elegant； the way she seated herself beside him on the couch； a whiff of musky perfume making him feel slightly heady。 He knew when he was at a disadvantage； that schoolboy again waiting for his senior mistress to make the first move。
'I've missed you； Sabat。' Her tongue flicked at his ear； her soft cheek came into contact with his； made that old scar start to throb again。 'We've a lot to catch upon。'
Her slim fingers took his drink from him； placed it on a nearby coffee table； her hand ing back to rest on his thigh； he knew only too well where it was going from there； willed it to hasten。 Her lips were against his； soft and red； brushing tantalisingly at first； then crushing fiercely and her tongue pushing its way into his mouth。
Catriona Lealan was on top of him； her slight weight pushing him back until he was lying full length on the couch； he closed his eyes； surrendering himself； trembling violently； scarcely able to believe that three years of fantasies and memories were materialising into stark erotic reality。
Somehow she undid his clothing and when he opened his eyes that negligee was no longer draped over her body； he saw her exactly as his astral body had done； scant black bra； matching suspender belt and mesh stockings； and groaned his approval。 Yet her expression was no longer soft and smiling； her features hardening as lust took over； her lips going down to him as she hungered for what he had to offer。
For Sabat it was like being caught up in a hurricane； buffeted one way； then another； a tongue that slid over pulsing flesh； scraping； biting。 He shuddered； a kind of countdown beginning inside him which would terminate in a mind blowing explosion of every trembling nerve。 His vision was blurred； saw a mass of blonde hair that fell over her crouching form； screening her features from him as she continued to devour him voraciously。
That explosion when it came was like a tornado unleashed upon him； limbs flaying； body convulsing as though it sought to shake off the human limpet clinging to it。 He scaled the peak of that ecstatic mountain； found himself falling down the other side； floating gently； a sensation similar to that of his astral body gliding in the form of a bird。 A soft landing that left him weak and quivering； wishing that he had the strength to go back up there。
It was some time before Catriona raised herself up； smiling again； licking her lips as though her appetite were merely whetted。 Then those eyes narrowed； had him feeling unfortable again。 Totally helpless； her willpower a more dominant force than ever it had been before。
'But the night is only just beginning；' she whispered as she began removing his unbuttoned garments； savouring everything that they revealed。 'Let us go upstairs and sample those delights we enjoyed so long ago。'
God； he'd never felt so weak before； Sabat thought as he mounted the stairs in her wake； each step a conscious physical effort。 Catriona； like vintage wine； had matured over the years。 The prospect of what lay ahead was almost frightening； he wondered if he had the strength。
The contents of that room reminded him briefly of Ilona's basement； only the equipment was much more extensive； for such things were Catriona's paradise。 In this place a man surrendered everything he had； grovelled and pleaded to be her slave。 Even Sabat； and mentally he was doing that right now； a naked yielding of mind and body to this woman； willing her to chastise him。
And she had changed still further。 Gone was that seductive approach she had used downstairs； replaced by a viciousness； a hunting crop held loosely between her fingers as she pivoted on the balls of her feet to confront him。
'You did not think you could ever forget me； did you Sabat？' she snarled and he felt himself recoiling； one fleeting wish that he had not returned but he dispelled it。 For Catriona was once again the living figment of his wild fantasies。 Tell me of your thoughts of me since we last met and what you did during the thinking of them！'
Humbly； unashamedly； he related in detail what she asked； his arousement returning as he did so。 His breathing was heavy； invigorated yet weak； a side of him that only two women had ever seen … Ilona and Catriona。
'On your knees and beg for forgiveness for your absence from here！' She struck him hard across the face with her crop； a blow that jerked his head back； brought instant pain but no resentment； only humility。 And Sabat fell to his knees； head bowed； mumbling his apologies and begging for the forgiveness she demanded。 Secretly knowing it was all part of a vicious game and playing along。
His senses swam； his body responding in a way appreciated only by those who thrill to erotic chastisement。 Hit me again； Catriona； hit me hard！ She seemed to read his thoughts； a rain of stinging blows that had him falling prostrate； begging for more。 A pause； she was moving away。 The temptation was to open his eyes but he willed himself to keep them closed as though she had already blindfolded him。 For to be surprised was to be delighted in this place。
A clink of metal； he trembled； did not resist as she pulled his hands behind his back； felt the cold steel of handcuffs on his wrists。 Then his ankles。 A leather booted foot drove into his ribs and he cried out loud； rolled； was kicked again。
Lying on his back； shackled hand and foot； he opened his eyes； gasped aloud at what he saw。 Catriona Lealan was naked except for a pair of thi