He laughs, a humorless, cold laugh. ‘Is that a challenge or a fucking invitation?’

‘It’s a fucking warning,’ I say furiously.

Ignoring my fury, he runs his fingers along my inner thigh.

I draw in a sharp breath. ‘Let go of me or I’ll scream.’

His eyes light up. They are like the underside of certain fish, silvery blue. He lets go of my hips. One of his hands comes up to my face. He drags his thumb along my lower lip while I stare up at him, mesmerized by the naked lust in his eyes. The fingers of his other hand arrive at the apex of my thighs.

‘Don’t,’ I whisper.

He brushes his fingers along the crotch of my panties. There is no expression at all in his face when he finds them soaking wet. Without a word he pushes the material aside and inserts a long finger into me.

Holy fuck. My body starts trembling.

‘Don’t. I don’t want you to,’ I order, but even I can hear how weak my voice sounds. My brain is already thinking of his thick girth pounding mercilessly into me.

He withdraws the finger and jams it back in. ‘Don’t?’ he taunts.

Blood rushes to my head and pounds so hard I can’t even think.

‘I … we … oh … ah … shouldn’t.’

He doesn’t even bother to answer me. Just keeps up the steady finger fucking. I am so excited I feel as if I’m already at the point of no return. To my utter shame and humiliation, my body shudders and I climax really hard all over his finger.

He smiles, a condescending, triumphant smile.

Suddenly I feel sick at what I’ve just allowed him to do to me. Jesus, I’ve behaved like a cheap slut. I swallow hard. I can’t even look him in the eye. How could this have happened to me? He made me come with one finger! And that digit is still inside me and my muscles are contracting helplessly around it.

‘Take your finger out of me now,’ I say in a cold, hard voice.

‘Why? Are you ready for me to replace it with my cock?’ he mocks insolently.

I am so inflamed that it seems natural that he should bear the brunt of my fury. My right hand flies up towards his cheek. It never connects. Instead, a band of steel curls around my forearm.

‘Don’t ever do that again. I don’t like it,’ he says very softly.

I try to wrench my hand out of his grasp, but it’s like someone has poured concrete around it. His impassive eyes watch my puny struggles almost curiously. Like a child watching an insect it has caught before it pulls its wings off.

I take a deep breath. ‘Let me go,’ I cry.

He curls his finger and starts stroking my inside walls, and I feel my body begin to respond to his manipulation. Oh no. I can’t allow him to take total control of my body again. I stare into his eyes.

‘Please,’ I beg. My voice sounds strange and strangled.

One corner of his mouth lifts. It makes him look at once beautiful and cruel. He pulls his finger out of me and releases my hand. ‘Fly away little bird,’ he says dismissively.

I feel so ashamed tears start to burn my eyes. No man has ever reduced me to a feeling of such utter lack of worth. To him I am nothing but a sexual object. A thing. He thought I was offering myself, and he just helped himself even after I objected. Now he is just getting rid of me. My knees feel like jelly.

I press my lips together and take a sideways step. Some part of my brain tries to make sense of what has just happened. It’s OK, you’ll never see him again. No one will ever know what happened here today. It’s just one of those inexplicable moments you have never experienced before. A powerful man totally floors an inexperienced idiot!