"And sometimes maybe not so good.
But that's all part of the fun."
He turned his head towards her, and grinned mischievously.
"You really enjoyed spanking me, didn't you?"
"Every bit as much as you enjoyed it," she agreed.
"Have you ever done it before?"
"As a matter of fact," she admitted, "I haven't."
"Has a man ever spanked you?"
She gave him a mock frown.
"Don't ask impertinent questions, young man.
And don't start getting
any ideas."
"Oh/ he said, his voice suddenly low and seductive, "I've got plenty of
ideas.
There are plenty of things I'd like to try with you."
"The first one you can try," she said, 'is learning how to give me an
orgasm."
"You mean, I didn't-?
You didn't-?"
He seemed genuinely surprised.
"No, you didn't.
And I didn't," she said.
"But don't worry.
I'll forgive you this time."
"So I'll get another chance?"
He sounded so anxious that she laughed, and put her arm out to stroke
his damp hair.
"You know you will.
Lots of chances.
But Leonardo," she turned
towards him, seriously, 'this has to be kept secret.
Nicolas can be
very jealous.
And very dangerous.
I didn't realise until recently how
dangerous he can be.
Don't even tell Raoul."
"I wouldn't," Leonardo said.
"He might guess, but he would never put you in any danger.
And neither
would I. But I know that Nicolas Schlemann is a very dangerous man.
I
am well aware of that."
He propped himself up on his elbow, and stared
gravely at her.
"In fact, I'm already feeling some guilt.
I should not have let this
happen."
"You didn't let it happen," Jacey said.
"We both let it happen."
She turned towards him.
Now, she thought,
it's time to make him feel even more like a man.
A protector.
"To be truthful," she said, "I'd like to end my relationship with
Nicolas, but I'm afraid of what he might do.
The decision will have to come from him, not me.
Did you hear that he
dragged me to Police Headquarters because I upset him?"
"Yes."
Leonardo nodded.
I thought maybe it was an exaggeration."
"No," she said.
"It was true.
He actually threatened me.
He told me how he could have
me killed."
She paused, wondering just how frightened she should
appear to be.
"I believed him, Leonardo.
I'm certain he's quite capable of murder."
She paused again.
"I heard a rumour that he was responsible for your mother's death?"
Leonardo avoided her eyes.
"Well, no, I don't think so.
Although I'm sure he was happy when my
mother disappeared."
"Your Aunt Ana doesn't think your mother is dead, either," Jacey
hinted.
"I didn't say she was alive," Leonardo said quickly.
"But as you know, her body was never found."
"Do you think she joined Lohaquin?"
She had caught Leonardo off guard,
and she noticed the nervous twitch of his mouth.
"Of course not," he said rather hurriedly.
"But people do go into the rain forest and join the rebels, don't
they?"
He squirmed on the bed.
"I don't know.
I think so."
"Have you ever met Lohaquin, Leonardo?"
she asked bluntly.
"No."
She believed him.
"Do you know anyone who has?"
He squirmed a little more.
"No."
"You don't trust me, do you, Leonardo?"
"Yes," he said.
"I believe now that you have a good heart.
You care about people.
You
work at El Inviemo.
Dr.
Rodriguez likes you.
I didn't understand why
you became Nicolas Schlemann's woman, but now I understand a little
better.
You can't be blamed for finding him attractive.
Many women
do.
Until they discover exactly what kind of man he is."
He looked at
her seriously.
"Nicolas Schlemann has too much power.
But maybe things will change.
Many people hope so."
"I hope so, too," Jacey said.
Later that evening Jacey reflected that she had made a good start with
Leonardo.
She had made him want her, and feel protective towards
her.
It was a potent combination for a young and inexperienced boy to deal
with.
I have a feeling that Leonardo Marquez is going to be just the
man I need, she thought contentedly.
In more ways than one.
"You mean that Mr.
Aren't-I-Wonderful Curtis Telford hasn't asked you
to fuck him yet?"
Ingrid perched on Jacey's desk.
"I'm amazed.
He's asked everyone else.
Perhaps Nicolas has warned him
off."
Jacey shrugged.
"All I know is that he's an American friend of Nicolas's.
We hardly
had two minutes together.
He wanted something for jetlag."
"He wants his finger amputated," Ingrid said.
"Not all the nurses here like having their bottoms pinched."
Curtis Telford had arrived at the hospital with Nicolas, and in one of
Nicolas's own cars.
He was a large, golden man, built like a
Chippendale, but not quite so pretty.
He had cropped, blond hair, and
a deep, Californian tan.
Jacey put him around forty, maybe older.
He
had smiled at her, displaying perfect teeth, and his eyes had stayed on
her face for less than a second before they lowered to her breasts.
When they came back to her face, she returned his smile,
professionally.
He turned to Nicolas.
"You didn't tell me your little lady was this pretty?"
Nicolas shrugged and said, "All my women are beautiful."
As he left, Telford had turned to Jacey and winked.
She kept her smile
firmly in place, but wondered whether he would have looked so smugly
pleased with himself if he had really known what she was thinking.
She
wondered who he was, and why he was in Guachtal.
Unlike ingrid, her
questions about him were prompted by something more than simple
curiosity.
But whoever Curtis Telford was, it was clear that Nicolas was anxious
to impress and indulge him.
He had the use of a car, and a blank-faced
security man as a driver.
He arrived unannounced at the hospital, and
wandered about, making assignations with Carmen and the other girls.
Carmen also grumbled to Jacey that the American wanted increasingly
bizarre services, and did not pay a cento for them.
When Jacey asked
why not.
Carmen shrugged.
"We have been told not to charge him," she said.
Jacey did not have to
ask who had given the order.
Jacey knew better than to ask Nicolas for information, but she was
surprised to find that Leonardo claimed to know nothing about the
American either.
She waited until they were lying comfortably together
on her bed after a lengthy session which she had described to him as a
tutorial.
This time she had made him keep his clothes on while he undressed
her.
But she controlled the slow strip, and controlled the order in which
her clothes were removed.
She made him slow down as he unbuttoned her
blouse, and use his mouth and tongue on her ears, neck and shoulders as
he peeled the garment off.
He clearly wanted to grab at her breasts,
but they were out of bounds.
She also refused to let him touch her
nipples when he undid her lace and satin bra.
She knew he was uncomfortably hard.
Before he could do anything about
it, she made him remove her skirt, unfasten her silky stockings and
roll them down, unhook the lacy suspender belt, and remove her shoes,
all with the minimum of hand contact, using only his mouth to pleasure
her as he worked.
Finally, when it seemed he could hold out no longer, he was allowed to
ease down her satin panties.
"And don't touch me there," she ordered, as his finger strayed towards
the glossy red bush of her pubic hair.
"That's off-limits for now."
"Why?"
he demanded.
"Because I want to feel your hands, and your mouth, on lots of other
places first," she said.
"Diving between a woman's legs is not always the best way to arouse
her."
"It arouses me," he muttered.
"That's because you're an impatient, sexually uneducated boy," she
said.
"And that's why I'm giving you this tutorial.
It'll help you to be a
much better lover."
She guided his hands to her breasts, and made him touch her lightly,
first with his fingers and then, when her nipples had tightened into