'Which one do you want to try first?' He asked, sitting beside me. I scanned the bottles of whiskey on the table in front of us, and picked one that sounded pleasant enough. Honey infused, 80 proof.

'I'm not usually a whiskey person, but this one sounds nice,' I said while cracking the plastic and pulling out the stopper. The waft of alcohol hit me immediately - sweet, but strong. I brought it closer and gave it another sniff, wincing a little at the burn. I passed the bottle over to him. 'What do you think?'

He followed suit, and I found myself nervously fiddling with my fishnet tights while I watched him.

'Ooh, that smells lovely...' He gave the bottle a look over before setting it down on the table, and purposefully pushed it towards me, along with a crystal glass.

'Why dont you pour yourself some?'

I nodded, and did so. The bottle glugged as I tipped it towards my glass. I just poured enough to taste, half a shot at the most - I didn't want to overdo it. He watched me closely, evaluating my caution. After a moment he poured himself a little as well, and then paused, still holding the bottle.

'Pass me your glass.'

'Why?' I asked, as I nudged it closer to him.

'Because,' he replied as he slowly doubled the liquor in my glass, 'I don't think that was enough for you. You want to taste it properly, don't you?'

I winced a little at the amount he poured, and I saw a ghost of a smirk pass over his expression before returning to cold neutrality. The glass was placed back in front of me.

'Cheers,' he said, raising his glass.

'Cheers,' I responded, lightly clinking my glass on his before taking a sip. The glass was cold on my lips, and the drink was smooth. It left a pleasant trail of warmth down my throat, and a sweet aftertaste. He waited for me to try it before draining his glass in one go. There was still a fair bit remaining in mine, so I slowly took another sip.

'Go on,' he chided, 'Drink up. We've got another few to go, and we cant sit here all night.'

'But thats a lot...' I murmured, swirling the liquid in the glass.

'Thats the point,' He said as he shifted, leaning towards me, resting his arm on the table with unwavering eye contact. 'Drink.'

I stared at him for a moment, took a breath and gulped the rest down. This time it burned a little, and I grimaced as my stomach did a tiny flip flop. I tried to focus on fixing my dress to distract from the feeling; the mid-thigh hem had rolled a little, and the slit running up near the top of my thigh had risen up almost high enough to expose the line of my panties.

He let me nervously fidget for a bit, I think he found it amusing watching me try to maintain the modesty he knew he'd be forcibly ripping away from me soon.

When I was done, he returned my attention to the bottles.

'Which one next?'

I pointed at the other flavoured one - caramel this time. He nodded and opened it, and began pouring some into my glass. Just a little bit at first. And then a lot. I grimaced, and he smiled at me while pouring the smallest amount in his own glass.

'There you go,' he said, passing my glass over. He let out a groan of contentment as he drank his. 'You have to give this one a try, its delicious.'

He stared at me as I drank, his eyes dark and expression hard. I could feel him studying me, enjoying my little winces and twitches as I swallowed. Admittedly, this whiskey was quite palatable and I did enjoy it... but it was still strong enough to make me shudder.

I struggled with the last of it, staring down at the glass.

'Finish. It. Now.' He demanded, each word spat out harshly. 'Don't you dare waste it.'

I shut my eyes and did as I was told, gritting my teeth as it burned its way through me. I could feel the alcohol starting to weave its way through me, the lightness and fog starting to creep into my brain, my senses feeling ever so slightly slower.

'Good girl,' he murmured, and I opened my eyes to see him opening up the last bottle. This was the strongest one - 92 proof - and the one I was most nervous to try.

'Take the bottle, pour what you're comfortable with,' he said, passing it to me. I nodded and did so, pouring a scant amount in my glass. It was a little bit more than I poured the first time, because I didn't want to disappoint him by not having enough - but it was still a meager amount.

He considered me for a moment, and then poured his own. More than what I'd poured, by about a double measure. I was a little surprised by this, as he'd been reserved with his drink up til now - and my expression must have given this away because he chuckled.

'What?' he asked, 'It looks good, and I'm thirsty.' His expression changed again, and he gestured towards my glass. 'Go on.'

'If I must,' I replied, only half jokingly. There was little enough that I could drink it down all at once, and I did so before thudding my glass down. This one clawed at my throat and I choked a bit. So dignified.

'Fuck,' I breathed after I'd forced it down, 'That was way too strong... I don't think I like that one.'

'Hmm...' he said thoughtfully, looking intently at his own glass. He swirled it a little, and took a delicate sip.

'You know what? I don't think I really like it either.' He reached over and poured the rest of his glass into mine, before sinking back in his chair and fixing his eyes on me. 'I think you should finish it for me.'

I froze. 'But... But its so strong.' I stuttered out, nervously glancing between him and the remaining whiskey. The drink in me was already making it difficult to process and think, but I was still able to recognize that drinking this would push me over the edge of tipsy into drunkenness.

'I'm aware,' he said darkly. 'I want you to drink it because its strong... I want to see what kind of mess it turns you into. I want to see how weak you get.'

My mind raced, trying to think of possibilities, of ways I could get out of it. I found myself fidgeting again, fighting off the rush of anxiety at his admission. A part of me also realized that I was slowly grinding my thighs together, and the warmth in my stomach was spreading ever lower; the shame in acknowledging that I was enjoying this made my cheeks flush to match.

He must have gotten bored of my stalling, because suddenly he snapped at me. 'Pick up the fucking drink.' I whimpered, complying, but keeping my eyes fixed on the table in front of me.

'Drink. It.' He hissed, each word laced with threat. I tried, and swallowed a little; my whole body shuddered and my stomach flipped again.

'Good.' He said, a bit calmer. 'Now more.'

I took a deep breath and tried again, managing to get most of it down. Just a sip remained.

'Well done,' he continued, 'Almost done...' He stood and moved around behind me, bending to rest his hands on my shoulder and bring his face next to mine. 'Go on, finish it for me,' he whispered in my ear. 'I know you want to.'

I fought back the urge to shake my head no, and as his grip on my shoulders tightened I forced myself to tip the rest of the liquor in my mouth. My eyes watered as I forced it down, trying to breathe through the urge to spit it out.

'Such a good girl,' he whispered as I struggled, holding me tight until I relaxed into him. We stayed there a moment; he stroked my hair, soothing me, helping me forget the burn of the alcohol.

'It's okay to relax now,' he said softly. 'Its okay if you're starting to feel dizzy... Sink into it, feel yourself slowing down... Feel yourself getting tipsier, drunker...'

I smiled a little at his words, half focused and floaty, struggling to pay attention to both what he was saying and what he was doing.

'That's it,' he whispered. 'Look at you getting all intoxicated... Its so much more fun taking advantage of you when you can't do anything to stop it.'

The idle threat washed over me, I was nigh past the point of caring - all I could think about was the bulge in the crotch of his trousers pressing against my back, and the slowly growing wetness between my legs.

He moved around me, and tugged me up to stand.

'Come with me,' he said, nudging me towards the stairs to the bedroom, 'Lets get you laid down and comfortable. That sounds like a good idea, doesnt it?'

I mumbled a reply and took a step forwards, stumbling slightly.

'Oh dear!' he laughed. 'Something has done a number on you, hey? Did you drink a bit too much?'
I turned and glared at him, and he smirked at me again while steadying me.

'Don't worry, I'll help you,' he sighed as he guided me up the stairs. 'I don't want you hurting yourself...' he trailed off as he helped me onto the bed. He shut the door, and turned around with a grim expression, his eyes dark and glistening.

'...at least, not until I get the chance to hurt you.'

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