Page 11 of Sinister Games

This time I could feel the soft vibrations of her moan.

“When I stare at this painting, I like to imagine what happens next. After the beast abducts her and carries her off to his lair. The moment he transforms into a god and forces her to accept him between her thighs. A bull riding her into submission.”

“Please,” Elizabeth whimpered helplessly as her fingers dug into my flesh. Her head tilted back. There was nothing but dark entreaty in the beautiful depths of her eyes.

My head lowered as I watched her lips open.

I felt the soft warmth of her breath against my own lips as I breathed in the taste of her.

I knew in this moment, she didn’t give a damn that I was a stranger to her. Didn’t care that we were in the middle of a public museum surrounded by people.

She was in my power. If I dared, I could lift her into my arms, push her against the wall, and fuck her senseless, as the bull from Titian’s painting looked on with approval.

Maybe I would bend her over one of those leather benches. Relish in the appreciative looks of the other museum patrons as I exposed the pale skin of her ass. I would push aside the thong I already knew she was wearing, pull out my cock, and thrust in deep. Her mouth would open with a cry, one that betrayed both pain and lust. With each thrust, I would press in deeper and deeper, feeling her body clamp around my flesh. At the moment of completion I would grab a fistful of her hair and force her onto her knees, wanting to see that cute pink tongue of hers coated with my cum as I forced her to swallow every drop.

There was nothing stopping me.

Not a single member of museum security would dare.

Elizabeth would not even realize we were being watched until it was all over. Then I would watch as the crimson tint of humiliation crept over her cheeks. Her eyes would once more glisten with tears as she licked the final vestiges of my seed off her lips and shakily got to her feet, pulling her dress down to cover her exposed pussy.

Then she would know, without any doubt, that I was the one in control now.

I would see in her eyes the beautiful knowledge that if I commanded it, she would get down on her knees all over again.

Taking her head in my hands, I flicked the tip of my tongue across her bottom lip.

Just the smallest of tastes, that was all I would allow myself… for now.

Using every ounce of control I possessed, I pulled back slightly just as she leaned in.

“Would you join me for dinner?” I asked.

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I ledher through the rest of the special exhibit with neither of us really looking at the paintings. She barely said a word to me. I could practically see her adorable mind playing over our almost kiss. As we neared the exit, I caught Harris’ gaze.

Pointing to the ladies’ room, I offered, “Would you like to freshen up while I make us reservations for dinner?”

Elizabeth nodded numbly. Watching as she walked stiffly away, I didn’t even bother to look at Harris as he approached, but kept my eyes trained on the ladies’ room door, as I said, “Have you started to make the arrangements?”

“Yes, sir. I figured when you went to save her from that cab that your… er… plans were now accelerated.”

I nodded. Pulling a pen and small leather-bound notebook from my inside jacket pocket, I scratched out a quick message. Handing it to Harris, I ordered, “Take this to Johnson at Cartier’s. Tell him I want both the necklace and the earrings and I’ll only pay that amount.”

Harris looked down at the paper and let out a soft whistle before stashing it inside his coat pocket. “The other one, then?”

“Yes, give her the jewels and tell her the ten million pounds will be wired into her account per our previous arrangement.”

“…and if she asks to see you?”

The ladies’ room door opened. I waited but it was an older woman, not my girl.

“Tell her that is impossible.”

As far as I was concerned, I was dead to any other women.

I had found the one. Elizabeth was it for me. I was certain this time.

The ladies’ room door opened again. This time Elizabeth emerged. The small spots of mud on her boots and upper thighs from her near miss with the cab had been removed. She had also reapplied her lipstick. It shone a bright cherry pink against her pale skin, matching the high color on her cheeks. She gave me a shy smile.

“Think she suspects anything?” asked Harris.

“Not a thing,” I responded as I stepped away from him to meet Elizabeth halfway.

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