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Yes. And I will. But not in the way I originally intended.

“Open your mouth,” I tell her. “Stick out your tongue. You want to test me. This is what you get.”

I start to stroke my shaft, moving my hand faster and faster, gripping my cock so hard it hurts. She stares up at me the entire time, not looking away.

I look back at her, saying nothing. There is no need to speak. I’m making it clear that she belongs to me. She is my possession.

I keep rubbing my cock back and forth, staring at her mouth, wanting to pick her up and fuck her. I’m not going to do that. I’m going to prove a point to her. This is what she gets when she refuses to obey my instructions. “Pull out your tits,” I tell her. “Show them to me.”

She unbuttons her blouse at once, lifting each breast out of her bra. They sit obscenely on top of the cups, the nipples rock hard. I keep moving my hand, staring down at her beautiful body, knowing what I’m about to do it.

She’s still got her mouth open. She’s holding her tits up to me. She knows what’s coming. She looks in a daze, like she’s not sure this is really happening.

I get to the edge, slowing for the briefest of moments to enjoy this. Then it happens. I reach my orgasm and cum spurts from the end of my cock. Some hits her tongue. More splashes onto her face, dripping down onto her tits. I keep moving my hand, making sure every drop lands on her. It sits obscenely on her tongue as she continues to stare up at me.

The phone on the desk rings. I need to answer it but not yet.

I put my cock away, my breathing returning to normal as I pull open the study door. “You will keep your hands on your tits. You will get to your feet. You will walk out of here with your tongue sticking out. You will go to your bedroom and into the bathroom. Only then do you have my permission to swallow and to clean yourself up.”

She looks like she might be about to protest, her eyes going wide, her cheeks flushing. Then she stands up, turns and walks out of the room.

I pick up the phone, imagining how she looks right now, certain she will obey my commands. Even if one of my staff members appears, I know she will keep walking, keep those tits out. She is mine to do with as I please. I can toy with her for as long as I want to. She will obey. She’s seen what happens if she doesn’t. I humiliate her. I mark her. I show her who is boss around here.

“Talk to me,” I say down the line.

“He’s cracked,” Michael says, sounding triumphant. In the background I can hear the moans of a man in pain.

“What did he give you?”

“The address of the handover. It’s at her college.”

“Specifics.”

“In the paleontology department. There’s a meeting room on the second floor. Hardly ever used. Got a fire escape out to the parking lot. He was supposed to take Anna along, make her think it was something to do with finding that dinosaur skeleton. Amato will be waiting for her.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow at noon.”

“I gave him until tomorrow morning to find my money. You sure about the time?”

“If you hadn’t come to see Paolo, he was going to come to you, try and buy more time. Ask to use her to sell the skeleton to get your money. Has a buyer lined up, apparently.”

“I bet that’s Amato. Taking the skeleton and the girl. He’s nothing if not opportunistic.”

“What do you want to do?”

“Not over the phone. Bring a crew to the island and we’ll talk it over. Don’t take forever and leave someone to guard Paolo. I don’t want this to turn out to be a distraction while he escapes. Bring some C4 with you. Make sure he’s secure.”

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t go anywhere.”

“See you when you get back.”

I hand up the phone and then walk out of my study. I take the stairs slowly, thinking to myself. How much of this do I share with Anna? Do I send her to the college? Use her as bait to bring Amato into the open? Lull him into a false sense of security?

No, it would be too risky. She might get hurt. I can’t have that. Not now.

I walk into her room to find her in the bathroom. She’s wiping her chest with a tissue. I cross over to her and turn her to face me. “You did good,” I tell her. “I’m impressed.”


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