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“You do?”

“I’m abducting you to my private island. There I plan to torture you senseless for two days, after your cute little behind has recovered, that is.”

Tahima squirmed. “Now why doesn’t that terrify me?”

“Because when I’m done with you, I’m all yours.”

Her stomach flipped. “All mine. To do with you whatever I want?”

He growled deep in his throat. “I give you my word. So I’d better tread very carefully, hadn’t I?”

~ Chapter Twelve ~

Tahima woke up, stretched, and ran her fingers up and down the man she loved. The last two weeks had been idyllic, but her desire for Rossini was like an itch that needed to be scratched.

Unfortunately, Rossini was treating her too much like bone china. Fortunately, she knew exactly what buttons to press to get him to stop.

She started by trailing kisses down his neck, his chest, and down to his belly. She dipped her tongue in and out of his navel until his consistently responsive cock raised the sheet giving her room to nuzzle nearer to her prize. Rossini’s hand gripped her hair and nudged her closer to the vertical shaft. She worked her way up his cock and swirled her tongue around its head.

His groan was animal-like. Satisfied he was being well looked after, he let her go. Tahima grasped his head in her teeth and bit gently. His hips thrust towards her and she pulled away. Then she slipped out of the covers before he could register that she had gone and padded to the bathroom.

“Hey!”

“Sorry. I need to pee.”

He scowled and lay back. So began a long day of frustration for Gian Rossini.

He began to suspect her plan midday when she began pleasuring herself on the sun lounger by the swimming pool while he was in a conference call trying not to watch her through the window.

After fifteen minutes, he came out with sun cream. “Tahima, why are you trying to drive me crazy?”

“Am I?” she said lazily, enjoying the way he sensuously caressed the cream between her shoulder blades, and then down her back, his fingers dipping under her practically non-existent bikini briefs. “Do you notice anything, Rossini?”

“Err . . . a gorgeous ass.”

“A gorgeous, brown ass. Note one color. No black, blue, purple, or yellow in sight.”

“I think I’m getting your drift, Tahima.”

“So?”

“So you’re tormenting me on purpose?”

Tahima turned and stretched out like a cat. Then she reached out, took the bottle out of his hands and poured oil on her breasts. “Look, no touch.”

“Then, how . . .”

Tahima showed him. She kneaded, teased and stroked her nipples until they were so hard Rossini could not bear it.

She slapped his hand away. “Only one way you’re getting me tonight, Rossini. I suggest you put your thinking cap on.”

By evening, Rossini was playing her at her own game and Tahima was so frustrated she thought she might explode. The staff took steps to avoid the looming showdown—the cook presented a buffet for dinner and they were left to serve themselves.

Rossini grinned to discover they were entirely alone. “You frightened my staff away.”

“How convenient.”

“Red or white?”

“Red, please.”

“Good choice. This is a Chateau La Conseillante 1982 Pomerol. I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.”

Tahima wandered over and accepted the glass he handed her. She sipped it and scraped her teeth across her bottom lip, guaranteeing Rossini followed her every move. Then she walked over to the fireplace, stood on the Persian white rug, and slowly tilted her glass.

Rossini froze, his glass of Pomerol midway to his lips. “Don’t you dare!”

Tahima opened her eyes wide, played at debating the wisdom of what she was doing, and then tilted her glass a little more.

The effect on Rossini was electric. His eyes took on a glittering intensity that gave Tahima goose bumps. He stood taller. His commanding presence filled the room and lifted the hairs on the back of her neck. Butterflies took flight inside her tummy. Sakes alive! She
liked
this Rossini. She wanted more. Tilting the glass past the point of no return, she watched his reaction as blood-red wine soaked into the priceless rug.

Rossini’s eyes turned black. He put his glass down. “Don’t move.”

Tahima couldn’t have moved if she’d wanted to. His voice froze her to the spot. Her stomach clenched deliciously as he walked over, took the empty glass out of her hand and placed it on the mantle.

“You asked for this,” he reminded her.

His soft voice was deceptive and Tahima nearly swooned. “I did.”

“Choose a safe word.”

“Enough.”

His lips twitched. “A good choice.”

“I won’t need it.”

“We’ll see.”

He ripped her dress off, taking her by surprise. “Strip.”

Tahima’s knees almost gave way. She put her hand behind her to unclasp her bra, but she was all fingers and thumbs.

He snorted. “Turn around.”

She did, and then her breasts were free, her bra halfway across the room. She managed to peel her panties to the floor and step out of them before Rossini spun her around to face him.

“I think we’ll leave your shoes on,” he said before stepping to her right.

His next move took her by surprise. His left arm went behind her back and curled around her waist forcing her to bend over. He both supported and pinned her in a position perfect for a spanking. His fingers underneath her belly extended between her legs and probed her entrance until she moaned and pushed down on them.

Instantly, his free hand landed a stinging slap on her left buttock. She squealed, her breasts swelled, and she grabbed at his leg for support. He caressed her behind, fingers kneading and rubbing.

Then he slapped her a second time on the other cheek.

The spanking was light to start, alternating on both cheeks, warming her skin. Then he shifted his grip so that the fingers between her legs were slipping in the moisture oozing out. He found her clitoris and pressed until she could hardly stand while he massaged her tingling ass some more.

Tahima moaned.

“This is for leaving me in bed with a hard on,” he warned.

She yelped as his hand smacked her with increasing severity, then she dipped her knees to force his fingers in deeper.

“And this is for teasing me while I was trying to run a business.”

That transgression warranted five quick stinging slaps that left her screaming for mercy. He rubbed her ass until the receding sting etched a sweet ache in her loins. Now she wanted to scream for him to get on with it. He waited for her to shove her ass into the air and then whacked her twice on the under curves meeting her upper legs.

“
Fuck
!” she yelped as her stomach performed somersaults.

The language earned her a flurry of blows that left her falling forward and her desire soaring. He supported her. Then as she was reaching what promised to be a devastating peak, he withdrew his fingers.

“
No
. . .” she wailed.

“I promised you two and a half days of torture, Tahima. This is only the start.”

“Rossini . . .”

He picked up her ruined dress and tore a strip out of it.

“Turn around, hands behind your back.”

“Please . . .”

“
Now
!”

She spun round, presented her wrists to him and shivered as he bound them together with silk. Her nipples were so hard all she could think about was his teeth sinking into them. She heard him tear more fabric and then he was covering her eyes. The silk was sensuously soft and the sudden darkness heightened her senses to the point of agony. She squeezed her upper legs together, desperate to recover the orgasm he’d left hanging, but then his feet were forcing her knees apart.

He was determined to make her suffer.

“Don’t move an inch,” he warned her.

She heard him walk away, and considered the consequences of disobeying that last order. Reasonably good, she decided. And she needed the relief of closing her legs and . . .

“Tahima!”

Whoops
.

Hands grasped her ankles and forced her feet apart for a second time. She felt him fit a spreader bar between her legs. He cuffed her ankles in what felt like soft fur then adjusted the spreader past the point of comfort, but not enough to unbalance her.

Now her aching clitoris was open to the air and giving herself relief completely impossible. She waited impatiently for the next sensation to befall her.

Nothing happened.

“Rossini?”

She jumped when he whispered in her ear. “I’ll be back.”

The effect on her was electric. Her orgasm that had been floating in subspace shattered into tiny pieces destroying any semblance of control.

“
ROSSINI
!” she screamed.

“Merda!” He caught her as she collapsed.

Tahima moaned as he supported her through the rippling shockwaves assaulting her. “Sakes alive, I think I self-combusted.”

“I can’t believe it. I’ve been waiting to torture you for weeks and you turn out to have the stamina of a newbie.”

“Rossini, you’ve got two days to mold me into your perfect sub. If you haven’t cracked it by then, I’ll train you, if it takes me a lifetime.”

“Now there’s an incentive if ever I heard one.”

She frowned, wondering if the aftermath of her splintering orgasm was dulling her brain. “Which way? Which way’s the incentive?”

He gripped her waist, moved behind her, and bent her forward. His cock nudged at her entrance flooded with juices. He thrust in slowly and then pulled out.

The darkness exploded with fireworks. New desire mushroomed into existence from nowhere. She was flying.

His voice came from a distance. “That will be for you to decide, Tahima. Best choose wisely. You’ve seen nothing yet.”

THE END

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