A Dangerous Game (40 page)

in loose-cut chinos and an open-necked shirt, his sleeves rolled up to

his elbows.
 
As he finally came to the end of his discourse having

revealed an unexpected liking for thirties and forties dance bands she

began to look at him intently, keeping her eyes on his face with an

unwavering stare.
 
It disconcerted him, just as she intended.
 
He

blushed and began to stumble over his words.

"And I enjoy Ellington's Mood Indigo.
 
But also musicians like Gene

Krupa and, er.
 
Blues in the Night, from a film with the same title in

1941,1 believe' He tailed off, and then said abruptly, Tiease stop

looking at me like that.
 
It's making me feel uncomfortable."

She did not shift her gaze.

"Why don't you tell the truth, Leonardo?"

she said.
 
And then without changing her tone, she said, "You mean it's

making you feel sexy, don't you?"

He looked startled and then his blush deepened.

"No," he said.

"It's making you hard, isn't it?"
 
she persisted.

"No."
 
His voice sounded strangled.

"Stand up," she said.

For a moment he hesitated, and then slowly, he stood up, and she knew

she had won.
 
She stood up too, and moved close to him.

"If it isn't making you hard," she said, "I shall be extremely

angry."

"Why?"
 
he whispered.

His face was only inches away from hers.
 
She admired the smoothness of

his tanned skin, and the delicate slant of his fine eyebrows.
 
There

was sweat on his upper lip.

"Because it's an insult to me," she said.

"Every time we meet, you hint that you like intelligent women, strong

women, older women.
 
I think I fit that description.
 
And now you're

saying that you don't fancy me at all?
 
That's an insult, Leonardo."

"I can't-' he mumbled.

"I mean, you're Nicolas Schlemann's woman' "So why have you been coming

on to me?"
 
she demanded.

"I haven't."

"You have."
 
She glanced down at him, but the loose cut of his trousers

disguised the physical reaction she was certain he was experiencing.

"It's a pity those trousers aren't tighter," she said.

"If they were, I could see exactly how you're feeling.
 
I'm determined

to see if you really fancy me, Leonardo."
 
She moved away from him.

"So take them off."

"Off?"
 
he repeated.
 
He took a step backwards.

"No.
 
Certainly not."

She was convinced that she detected a note of excitement in his voice

now.

"You're not embarrassed, are you?"
 
She smiled.

"I'm a doctor.

I've seen hundreds of cocks."
 
She added, "Maybe I'll strip you myself,

and check out just how much of a man you are.
 
Would you prefer

that?"

She saw his mouth twitch nervously, but his eyes were bright with

anticipation.

"No," he protested.

She caught his wrist and twisted his arm, turning him so that his back

was turned towards her.
 
It would have been easy even if he had tried

to resist.
 
She felt the warmth of his body against her breasts and

deliberately held him close, so that he could feel her nipples touching

him through his white cotton shirt.

"All right then," she said.

"You do it.
 
Right now."

"Please, let me go," he said.
 
It did not sound convincing.

She put her mouth close to his ear, and resisted the temptation to run

her tongue round it.

"Take your trousers off, Leonardo," she said.

"I

want to see if your cock is paying me the right kind of compliment."

She tightened her grip on his arm.

"I shall be very angry if you haven't got a good erection."

She watched over his shoulder as he reached down to his fly and rumbled

with the buttons.
 
His hands were shaking and she could feel his body

beginning to tremble.
 
If he didn't have a hard-on before, she thought,

I bet he's got one now.

"Hurry up," she ordered.

"You're not trying to delay things, are you?"

She felt his body jerk as if an electric shock had touched it.

"Come on now."
 
She shook him crossly.

"Show me what kind of a man you are, Leonardo."

She found it quite delightful to feel his body wriggling as he finally

unbuttoned his trousers and they slid to the ground.
 
She pushed him

forward so that he stepped out of them, the tails of his shirt flapping

gently against his thighs.
 
His legs were long, slim and brown, with

very little hair.
 
She felt him react with another violent tremor as

she reached under the shirt and cupped his buttocks.
 
They were small

and tight, arousing her with a sudden surge, but she resisted the

temptation to explore between his legs.
 
Instead she ran a finger round

the top band of his tight briefs.

"These come off next," she ordered.

He tried to push the briefs down, but had trouble getting them over his

erection.
 
His slim body writhed against her in an awkward,

unintentionally sexy dance.
 
She wanted to peep over his shoulder and

see exactly what was hampering him but after he managed to get the

briefs down to his knees balancing on one leg to free them she let him

go and walked round to look at him.
 
He looked beautiful: slim, young

and desirable.

"Lift the shirt up," she said.

He rumbled for a moment, catching the cloth and screwing it up in his

hands.
 
Very slowly, he raised the shirt tails, revealing an erection

that was impressively upright, and surprisingly large.
 
His balls were

also bigger than she expected, full and heavy.
 
The size was enhanced

by his small waist and his narrow hips and coupled with his lean

thighs, it was a seductively enticing sight.
 
He stood there, looking

at her with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.

Tie the shirt tails up she said, and when he had knotted them at waist

level, she added, "Now go into the bedroom."

She enjoyed the way his cock moved as he walked past her, and then

admired the movement of his taut buttocks.
 
When he reached the bed, he

turned.
 
His slim, brown body, and thick, black hair, suddenly reminded

her of Faisel.
 
He was taller than Faisel, and his body was leaner and

more angular, but there was enough of a similarity to make her angry.

She knew that was not Leonardo's fault, but when she noticed a slight

smile touching his mouth, and saw a gleam of triumph in his eyes, she

realised that he knew exactly what he wanted, and exactly how he was

affecting her.

She felt a combination of lust and anger grip her.
 
She moved forward

and grabbed him by the wrist, spinning him round and pitching him, face

down, on the bed.
 
He gave a grunt of surprise, and struggled, but she

tightened the arm lock and held him down.
 
The flat of her hand landed

on his bottom with a sound like a pistol shot.
 
Leonardo's yelp of

surprise was almost smothered by the pillow.
 
He turned his head

sideways, and she slapped him again, several blows in quick succession.

She knew she was being far from gentle with him, and during the first

flurry of slaps it was as if she really was beating Faisel, in fury,

not playing a sexual game with Leonardo.

For a moment she felt guilty.
 
Then she looked at Leonardo's face.
 
His

black hair was spread out over the pillow, and his expression was as

contorted as a man in the throes of an orgasm.
 
Clearly he was loving

every minute of this painful humiliation.

"Don't you dare come before I'm ready," she said, matching each word

with a slap, but lighter ones this time.

"Then hurry," he muttered, between clenched teeth, 'because I can't

hold out much longer."

She let him go and turned him over.
 
It took her a few seconds to strip

off her skirt and panties.
 
This was not how she had planned it, but

suddenly she and Leonardo were rolling together on the bed.
 
Then he

was under her, and she straddled him.
 
She grasped his cock and guided

it in.
 
She was wet and ready for him, and as she lowered herself on to

him she heard him groan, a mixture of desire and relief.
 
Using her

weight to pin him down, she controlled him with thrusting hips.
 
But

she could tell from his shaking body, and the rising crescendo of his

frenzied cries of delight, that he would not be able to hold back for

long.

And she was right.
 
His orgasm rocked him, and his body bucked and

trembled.
 
Although she had not experienced any release, she didn't

feel any urgency.
 
She made no further demands on him, allowing him to

enjoy both the explosive sensations of pleasure, and the slow return to

normality.

She lay on her back next to him.

"Well," she said.

"That wasn't a bad performance, for a first time."

"Is it always as good as that?"
 
he murmured sleepily.

"Sometimes it'll be better," she said.