Exposed (4 page)

Q:  Can you share with us your true feelings when you had sex for the first time?

A:  
She’d pissed me off at the restaurant so I was determined not to go out of my way to be nice. I would simply treat her as one did a whore. I’d paid for her and we had an agreement and that was that. She’d said she didn’t want it sweet and flowery, so I’d give it to her straight. But then I found out she was virgin and you know the rest…

Q:  Do you remember your first impression of Lana’s best friend, Billie?

A:  
I’d never actually met anyone like her, a woman with spider tattoos on her neck! Obviously, I’ve seen pictures of women like that, but I’d never met one in person.  I was rather shocked though, by how level-headed she was…and her loyalty to Lana surprised and impressed me.  She’s unique.

Q:  And what about how you felt when you were introduced to Jack?

A:  
Straight off I knew that he was in love with Lana and I remember that I didn’t like it, but I also knew Lana held him in high esteem so I said nothing.  Left it alone and waited to see what would develop.

Q: Could you describe for my readers what you felt when Lana arrived at Madame Yula?

A:
The first time: pure excitement.  Couldn’t wait to undress her.  And when she came wearing that electric blue blouse and those leather trousers, I experienced in my body the powerful sensation of ownership.  That was the moment she became mine.  And the more I tried to fight the feeling the more deeply I wanted her.

That night I wanted brand her, with my lips, my body, my dick.  I wanted to come inside her.

Q:  And the second time?

A:
 Totally different.  I was furious with her and I wanted my revenge, and yet even I knew it was more than that.  Much more.  As soon as she walked through the door, everyone else ceased to exist, I felt that invisible pull, and I all I wanted to do was grab her by the hair, drag her back to the apartment fuck her so hard walking was no longer an option.

Q: What did you really feel the moment you discovered Lana was a virgin?

A:  
Shock.  I was shocked.  I’d never been with a virgin.  And when she cried…I was confused.

Q: Confused?

A:  
Yeah. I was overwhelmed by a strong totally foreign urge to hold and comfort her.  And those kinds of emotions I didn’t want or need.  This was meant to be sex thing.  Three months, maybe four, tops six.  So wanting to hold on to someone you’ve paid money to use: warning bells were clanging in my head.

Q: What was going through your head when you met Lana’s mother?

A:
 She was sweet and well educated and she obviously loved her daughter very much.  I liked her and I was very sorry when I heard she died.  Something brave about her.  Lana has that same quality.  I rate it very highly in a person.

Q:  At what point did you realize your feelings had changed towards Lana?

A:  
It happened almost immediately, but I was slow to recognize it, or more likely, I didn’t want to recognize it.

Q; The first morning, waking up together, what did you feel?

A:  
The morning-after scene is always a bore, but seduced by the smell of her hair and the feel of her skin—he has the most amazing skin, like a baby soft and silky—I stayed.

Q: What went through your head when Lana first declared her love to you?

A:  
If someone takes money to leave you while you are lying unconsciousness in some hospital and afterwards never bothers to contact you again, what would you think if they then claimed to love you.  What would you think?  Exactly.  I thought she was a fucking liar and I hated her guts, but still I wanted her.

Q: Which emotion was stronger, anger or lust, when you met Lana again at the bank?

A:  
To start with anger, somewhere in the middle of the encounter, lust.  And then when she cried over her mother’s death, tenderness, and then it was back to fury.  And as she rose to leave, pure triumph.  I got her…where I wanted her.

Q: How did you deal with having to choose Lana over his father?

 
A:  
Sometimes I have nightmares.  In it I am in the plane with my father.  He is in his thirties.  His hair without grey and he is slim and tall. He is calmly eating chateaubriand with béarnaise sauce and chips.

“
You betrayed me,” he says, wiping his mouth on a napkin.  “The same fate awaits you.”

And a hole appears in the side of the plane and he is sucked out.  His expression is one of indescribable terror.  “Your son will do to you what you have done to me.”

And I wake up in a cold sweat.

 
Excerpt
:

Have you read
Fifty Shades Of Grey
?’

Almost all the other girls at the agency have read the book and she has been present while they have raved about it, but she has been confused by its popularity.  Did women really have a secret desire to be
owned
by a powerful man?  Could it be love when a man wants to tie you up and flog you raw?  When she mentioned it to her mother, her mother had smiled and astutely remarked, ‘The Western woman sneered at the woman in the purdah and now she dons a dog collar and worships at the same altar.’  Lana looks into his pale eyes.  ‘No, but isn’t it about a sick man who abuses his lover?’

‘
Perhaps it is not a sickness, but a matter of taste.’

‘
Is that what you want from me?’

‘
Not quite.  What I really like is taking a woman by force.  A dangerous activity likely to end me behind bars, so I am willing to settle for consensual rape.  You will meet me in parks and alleyways, or I will pick you up in my car from a street corner and you will pretend to resist while I overpower you and rape you.  There will be a bit of pain and sometimes it will involve a little bleeding, but I will never mark your face or leave any permanent scars.  And when I am finished I will leave you in the gutter to make your own way back.  Would that be acceptable to you?’

Shocked to her core, Lana hears her own voice as if from far away say, ‘How many times would you expect this…service from me?’

‘
Let’s say five times?’

She feels as if she is a stick-figured bird precariously perched on a thin wire.  Rupert’s face is frozen into a cold mask.  A businessman to the end.  Ten thousand must be the going price.  The champagne has made her feel quite light-headed.  He is waiting for something from her. He has already figured that her body is her last option.  Can she really agree to let someone rape her?  Unable to speak she nods.

‘
Perhaps I should let you lick the brim to taste the poison,’ he murmurs, and moves closer to her.  Instinctively, she takes a step back on her tall shoes, and if not for the solid wall against her back, would have fallen.  With the trailing fronds of a palm tree and his big body hiding her from the party his hand comes up to pinch her right nipple.  So hard she gasps in shock and pain.  He takes that opportunity to crash down on her open mouth, bumps his teeth against her lips, and pokes a pointy, muscular tongue into her mouth.  His tongue tastes coppery and bitter.  

Copious amounts of saliva pour into her mouth making her want to gag.  The oysters she has not eaten but watched him eat flash into her mind.  His tongue feels slimy and dirty.  She wants to brush her teeth, rinse, spit, and rinse again with the extra-strong mouthwash that her father used to have in the bathroom cabinet.  She truly needs to go somewhere and be sick, but pinned tightly by his strong ox-like body to the wall she finds herself totally unable to move.  She feels his hand force itself between her thighs and slide up quickly.  His rough, sausages-like fingers are already grasping the rim of her knickers and pushing the material aside.  And there is not a single thing she can do about it.  Tears gather at the backs of her eyes and begin to roll down her face.  

Suddenly he removes his mouth and looks down at her.  Her face is white with horror and she is gasping for breath.  He brings up a hand and touches her face.  Her distress seems to please him. Her suffering is his pleasure.  She is playing the part perfectly.  If she had enjoyed it, it would have spoilt it for him.

‘
For most part the symptoms of excitement and fear are so similar most men cannot tell the difference.  I can,’ he whispers close to her ear, his thick fingers moving into the folds of her flesh.  ‘I am going to finger-fuck you amongst all these high and mighty people and none of them will ever know.’

Excerpt

I hear the soft, thick click of the door behind me, and turn around to face him.  He stands there, tall, dark and throbbing with sexual tension.  God!  How I want this man.  
A rough sound rumbles in his throat.  I recognize it.  Blind, earth-shattering desire.  It has been a long time since I heard it.  Makes me rock on my feet.  He shoots out a hand and pulls me hard towards him.  My body slams into his.
 

I have the impression of stone
—
unmoving.  It will break, but it will never bend.  But I can bend.  I mold my hips into his.  His erection is thick and hot against my stomach.  The rawness of it awakens that great beast inside me.  Greedy, relentless thing.  It wants more, it wants it all, and it wants it right now.  Intoxicated by the smoldering fire in his eyes my hands snake up his chest and twine around his neck, but his strong hands come up and untangle mine.  He catches them in his and takes them behind my back.  His clasp is a firm handcuff.

Very deliberately he holds me away from him and lets his half-lidded eyes rove my parted mouth, my breasts—thrust out towards him and heaving, down my body, to my legs.  His eyes lift again to meet mine.  I am impossibly aroused.

‘
I had half a dozen fantasies of what I wanted to do to you when I got you naked.  Tame sex is not one of them,’ he says, as he plucks out the pins in my hair and flings them away.  Released, my hair falls all around my face and shoulders.

‘
My beautiful whore.  Once I was good to you and you kicked me when I was down; now you get what you deserve.’  

Without warning he grips the two sides of the high collar of my lovely dress and rips it into two.  I clutch the torn ends of my ruined dress together and stare at him in shock.

He looks down at me, breathing hard.  Strangely, he is as cold as ice.  My mind is in unbelievable chaos.  I have misjudged the extent of his fury.  Underneath the façade of calm he is seething with anger at what he perceives to be my duplicity.  I want to cry at the wanton destruction of something so beautiful, but in fact I am too shocked to cry.

‘
Dress only in what’s in the box and meet me in the bedroom,’ he commands curtly, and walks away from me.

Excerpt

The knock on the Lanesborough Suite’s door is firm and unhesitant.  I glance at my watch.  Very punctual.  I like that.  I open the door and… My, my, she is a beauty: waist-length, straight blonde hair, gorgeous big eyes.  And scarlet lips.  Lana almost never colors her lips so red.  She is wearing a long, white coat belted at the waist and really, really high heels.  They remind me of the shoes Lana wore the first night I met her.

She is chewing gum, though.  I hate that.  She must watch too many movies about big-hearted hookers.  I put my hand out, palm outstretched.  For a moment she looks at me, clueless.  I raise my eyebrows and she hurriedly takes the gum out of her mouth and puts it into my hand.  Then she raises her own eyebrows and cheekily stretches her hand out.

‘
Don’t you want to come in first?’ I ask, amused but not showing it.

‘
Of course,’ she says and walks past me.  Her accent is odd.  She must be making it up as she goes along.

I close the door and watch her walk ahead of me.  She has a good walk.  I like a woman who can walk with grace.  She stops in front of the low table where there is a platter of fresh fruit and a bottle of champagne cooling in an ice bucket, then turns around to face me.  For a moment I am distracted by the picture she makes standing in the agreeably English decor of traditional prints and chintzes teamed with bold choices of acid greens and Schiaparelli pinks.

‘
I’m sorry, what’s your name?’

‘
Rumor.’

I smile.  The name suits her.  She looks like a rumor.  Couldn’t possibly be true.

‘
Would you like a glass of champagne?’

She lifts one foot and lets it swing back.  It is impossibly erotic.  ‘I’d like to be paid first.’

I don’t react to the provocation.  ‘The money is by the lamp.’

She glances at the neat pile of money as she works the two buttons on her coat. The coat lands on the sofa behind her.  She is wearing a very short white dress.   Wordlessly, she turns away from me and bends from the waist, so her ass is pushed out and her skirt rides up to where her smooth thighs indent and I glimpse the other thing I had specified—a freshly waxed pussy.  The lips are already swollen and reddened, and as I watch moisture starts to gather.

Immediately I am hard as hell.

Slowly, holding that position, she counts the money.  The desire to ram her while she is counting her money is strong, but I resist.  She puts the last note on top of the pile she has counted, and turns to face me.

‘
All there?’