"Nice flat," she said, feeling incredibly stupid. He simply laughed, shrugging. "I'd be as happy in a cabin in the forest. I'm not often at home anyway. Now would you like a drink before we begin?"

  "Heck, yes," she murmured, feeling herself blushing. She hoped that he meant begin dancing, for now.

  He went to a polished cupboard in one corner, busied himself there for a while and came back with a tulip-shaped glass, half-filled with a clear liquid.

  Jade didn't even ask what it was, and downed the welcome drink in a single gulp. Instantly, the alcohol burnt her throat, and she winced, coughing. "What … the hell is that?" she croaked.

  Alrik laughed, flashing perfect white teeth at her. "You shouldn't have drunk it so quickly. It's Aquavit, a traditional Swedish schnapps. It's similar to vodka."

  Jade tried to regain her composure, and raised her chin, looking up into his smoldering eyes. For a moment, she thought he'd kiss her, for his gaze wandered over her face, lingering on her lips. "Dance for me," he said hoarsely.

  *****

  Chapter Two

  Jade went over to the pole while Alrik sprawled on the couch, propped up on one elbow. His stormy grey eyes had adopted a predatory look as they followed her every move.

  She dropped her handbag to the carpet before she grabbed the pole with both hands, moving around it slowly. Alrik seemed to like it, as his body seemed to tense. "Begin," he commanded. "But first you'll remove that enticing dress you wear. And let down your hair for me."

  Slowly, she reached up into her hair and removed the pins, one after the other, until the bronze curls fell freely over her shoulders.

  "Beautiful," he murmured. Jade was beginning to really like this. She undid the zipper of her dress and shrugged it down to the floor, stepping out of it and kicking it to the side with her stilettos.

  "Damn," he said, when she revealed her long, athletic dancer's body. Dressed for the occasion, she wore tiny red lace panties with a fitting bra that pushed her breasts up and together. She had always been blessed with a nice pair of boobs, but she had never been happier about it than now, seeing the awed look on Alrik's face.

  Slowly, she began to walk around the pole, giving him a good long look at her tiny waist and her well-rounded derriere. As a dancer, she didn't need to go to the gym to get a body like this. Although she had never taken pole-dancing lessons, her schooled eyes had studied the movements of the strippers when she had been on the dance floor earlier.

  "Take off your bra," he said. "I want to see those glorious breasts of yours." Jade briefly closed her eyes. To her surprise, she wasn't frightened anymore. The hungry look on his face made her feel as if she was the one in control now. What the heck, she thought, and unfastened the hooks of her bra. She'd never had a problem with being nude. When she dropped the delicate piece of clothing, he shifted uncomfortably, and she could see a considerable bulge in his pants.

  She stretched as far as she could up the pole, then grabbed the cold steel and leapt up, whirling down around the rod in circles until she landed, doing the splits. Then she slowly slid up again, arching her back and lifting her butt - it was well-rounded and tight, a welcome side effect of the dancing. She had no idea how to be seductive, so she just imitated the strippers she had seen before, hoping that it would get her his attention. Knowing that he watched her made her heart race. The lacey silk of her panties suddenly felt moist and tight.

  Slowly, she spread her legs wider and wondered if he could see the wetness between her thighs, being exposed to his gaze. She ran a hand along her calf, then up her inner thigh. Her fingers grazed the delicate fabric of her thong. Like a real exotic dancer, she had shaved off all her body hair before she had set out to lose her virginity tonight. She wondered if he liked the way she moved for him.

  He did. Hearing Alrik's sharp intake of breath was more than exciting. Now she really started to enjoy herself.

  "You said you wanted me to show you some moves?" she said, her voice deliberately innocent. "So … which moves exactly did you have in mind?" She lifted her breasts in her hands, pushing them up invitingly. Her thumbs stroked over her nipples until they hardened visibly. It was music to her ears when she heard his suppressed groan.

  "Do you like the way I’ve danced so far?" she said, spreading her legs as wide as she could and arching against the pole.

  Alrik had seen enough. He rose from the sofa, crossed the few steps to her and pulled her into his arms. His mouth came down on hers and claimed her. His kiss was very gentle at first, soft as the touch of a rose petal, but soon he put his hand around her neck and pulled her closer, urging her to open her lips for him. As his tongue slid into her mouth and started a slow, sensual game, she shivered against him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She had to stretch to kiss him, and felt incredibly fragile in his arms, but also safe. Her body was dripping wet by now, and she moaned when he shoved his muscular thigh between her legs so she could rub against him, needing more.

  He kissed her deeper, compelling her with slow, masterful movements of his tongue, a sweet promise of what he could do to her when she yielded to him. Trembling, she clung to his strong body, fearing she'd faint if he stopped holding her up and against him. He buried his hands in her glossy mane, cradling her head while his tongue continued to tease her. She uttered soft sounds of pleasure when he sucked her full lower lip into his mouth, taking it between his teeth. All the time he uttered deep sounds of delight, making her feel like the best delicious treat he ever had. Cherished, worshipped, devoured. She'd never been kissed like this before.

  Without forewarning, he lifted his lips from hers and bent back her head, forcing her to look into his eyes. His own were darkened with desire.

  "You are no pole dancer, little liar," he said suddenly. "Believe me, I've seen and fucked enough of them, and you are different. Now tell me who sent you." He got hold of her wrists and bent her arms behind her back, holding her in an iron grip that made it impossible for her to escape.

  Jade moaned, overwhelmed by his strength. "No one," she said.

  His eyes seemed to penetrate her very being as he locked his gaze with hers. "Your little game is over, in case you hadn’t noticed," he said, in a voice that was cold as steel. "Did Ascobar send you?"

  "Who?" she breathed. "I have no idea what you're talking about! Let go of me, you freak!"

  Without further preamble, he grabbed her around the waist and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her to the four-poster bed. Dumping her unto the silken sheets, he quickly put his hand under the mattress, searching for something. Jade gasped when she saw him retrieving shackles. Not the fake ones you could buy in sex shops, with pink fluffy feathers on them. These were made of cold hard steel. Click. Click. It merely took a few seconds, and her wrists were fastened to the wooden headboard of the bed.

  When he knelt on one side of the mattress, reaching for her, she wriggled her hips and tried to kick him, hoping to hurt him with her killer stilettos. Alrik scowled and went to a teak wood side table. Coming back, he brought two long strips of black silk and skillfully tied her ankles, fastening each to a wooden bedpost.

  Finally satisfied, he smirked down at her. "Now we can talk, Jade." He shook his head with an amused look, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. "Pray tell me, what does Ascobar hope to gain by sending a mere girl after me? Did he think I'd tell you all my secrets, because you'd fuck my brains out with your delicious body? I already told him the deal will take place tomorrow as planned."

  All the while she struggled against her shackles, desperately trying to free herself. Wriggling and arching on the bed, she gave him a good view of what lay between her thighs. Her thong was still wet and stuck between her soft shaven lips. She noticed the growing bulge in his jeans. He looked huge, and her mouth went dry. Trembling, she quickly averted her gaze. "Let me go, Alrik!" she screamed. "Who are you, some crazy BDSM freak who loves to play cop role games? I've never even heard of this Ascobar!"

  He smiled coldly. "Then you will explain to me why you are here. We both know that you're not a stripper - although you can dance like a goddess, I'll admit that. You managed to make me pretty damn hot with your little fake show."

  Staring up into his merciless eyes, she knew that she'd better stick to the truth if she wanted to get out of here in one piece. She swallowed.

  "I … I came here to find a man who would make love to me."

  For a moment he looked stunned, watching her as if she was talking a foreign language. Then his expression changed, and he laughed. "That's the most stupid excuse I've heard in a long time. You really want to make me believe that you entered this club with the sole purpose of having a one-night stand?"

  "Yes," she said through gritted teeth, hoping he wouldn't notice that she blushed deeply. "I need someone to show me how to … well, I'm … inexperienced."

  Now he roared with laughter. "A virgin! You really must think I'm stupid. A girl your age, and with your looks, untouched by a man?"

  She looked away, too embarrassed to answer. For a moment, he hesitated before he drew nearer. He stretched out a hand and let his fingers run over her body, starting with her long, slender neck, then over the graceful curve of her shoulder. Jade shivered with delight at his light touch, she couldn't help it. He didn't touch her as the other few men in her life had, but gently, savoring the feel of her skin as if he were admiring a beautiful statue.

  His long fingers moved down to caress the swell of her breast, and she couldn't stop herself from moaning, a soft, yearning sound. He had sat down on the bed beside her now, and she could hear him draw a deep breath. "Look how you react to a mere touch of my hand," he murmured. "How eager you are. How could you be a virgin? You have been touched by a man before, haven't you?" His husky voice sent shivers down her spine.

  "I've only been kissed, and touched … in a few places," she admitted. "By a few guys."

  "And have they made you come, Jade … if that is your real name?"

  "It is," she whispered, closing her eyes when his thumb grazed one of her pert, pink nipples. "No … they haven’t."

  "Say my name," he said. "And have you caressed yourself, Jade? Have you rubbed this delightful pussy to make yourself come?"

  She blushed deeply, not even knowing why she answered him. "Yes … Alrik," she breathed. He squeezed her breast before taking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, teasing it. Jade moaned, pushing her breast into his big hand. He pinched her a little harder, and she cried out with pleasure.

  Alrik laughed, obviously satisfied. "A virgin, indeed," he murmured, then she felt the bed moving when his weight lifted from the mattress. As she opened her eyes, she couldn't help feeling frustrated that he had stopped touching her. He strolled over the soft carpet without making a sound, crossing the room. When he pulled the tank over his head and threw it to the floor, she couldn't help admiring his back, rippling with muscles as he moved. She wished to run her lips and tongue over that back, tasting his skin.

  The penthouse was well heated, so she didn't feel cold while lying on his bed, only clad in a tiny thong. She gasped when he undid his jeans and stripped them down to his ankles, kicking them away with his socks and boots. He turned and grinned when he caught her staring at him. "Where I come from, we like to be naked at home," he said. "Since virgins are around, I'll keep it modest," he added sarcastically, leaving his tight black boxers on.

  Jade stared at the considerable bulge there, blinking. She was glad that he seemed to be aroused, too. It made her feel less like a fool, lying here and wishing for nothing more than to be entered by him. And if her eyes didn't betray her, he wasn't a small man - not that she had any first-hand experience, but her friends regularly sent her picture of naked guys from the internet just to tease her. Well, it was not astonishing considering his height, he must be 6'4" at least. For a moment, she imagined kneeling down in front of him, pulling down his boxers to free this magnificent cock. She had never had the opportunity to explore a man, how he felt under her fingers, tasted inside her mouth …

  "Just kidding," he continued, flashing her a grin. "I just want to take a shower - after the way you danced for me, I'll need a cold one. You look quite comfortable where you are."

  To her surprise, Alrik bowed down - giving her a good impression of his gorgeous ass - and picked up her handbag from the floor where she had left it. Opening it, he took her driver's license out of her wallet and flipped open his cell phone. He dialed and spoke in a low voice, saying, "Matt? Yes, it's me. I want you check someone for me. Jade Cameron, birth date … " He strutted off to the bathroom and turned on the shower, so Jade couldn't hear him anymore. Lying on this bed helpless created the strangest feelings in her body. Whenever she moved to try to free herself, the cream-colored silken sheets rubbed along her skin like a lover's caress.

  His hands … Heavens, what his hands had done to her. Thinking about his long fingers pinching her nipple so skillfully made her juices flow, and she felt moisture trickling along her heated folds. She only hoped he wouldn't notice it when he returned. Obviously, he still didn't believe that she was just a girl who had come to the club to find a lover. She had no idea in which criminal activities he was involved - if he wasn't simply crazy - and she didn't want to know. All she wanted was to get out of here alive. But because of some unexplainable reason, she felt safe with him, without even knowing why. If he had wanted to hurt or even kill her, he could have done so by now.

  When he emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, she was glad he had donned a fresh pair of jeans, although his chest was still bare. Slicking his moist hair back with his hands, he returned to the bed, sat down by her side and gently caressed the outline of her shoulder as his gaze wandered down her body.

  "So beautiful," he said, and his deep, rich voice sent shivers down her spine. "I still wonder if I should take advantage of this situation. After all, you're just a girl who wanted to find herself a lover tonight." He laughed to himself as he bowed down to her, moving his body over hers. Resting his weight on his elbows, his skin was just inches away from Jade's, nearly covering her. She only needed to arch her back, and her breasts would graze his skin.

  Holding her captive with his pale, clear eyes, he stared down at her. "You can't even imagine how much I'd like to take you now." When she gasped, he continued. "Look at you. You want it, too, don't you, Jade? This is what you came here for."

  Desperate with want, she closed her eyes, unable to speak a word. Suddenly, she felt his breath on the sensitive side of her neck, and she involuntarily tilted her head to the side to give him better access.

  "Aren't you aware that you placed yourself in grave danger when you agreed to accompany me to this place? Who would hear you scream if I chose to kill you right now, with my bare hands?" he murmured, his breath sounding ragged now.

  "But I know you won't," she whispered. "Somehow I know."

  Then, his lips were on her, leaving a searing mark on her skin. She moaned when she felt his tongue, barely touching as if he only wanted to taste her. A soft moan escaped her when he covered her neck with more of his sinful kisses, alternating with gentle bites that made her finally give up, yielding to his seduction.

  His strong, powerful arms slid around her and lifted her up from the bed, pressing her fully against his body now. They both moaned from the sensation as their naked flesh touched, and she yearned to be able to wrap her arms and legs around him. At the same time the knowledge of being bound and helpless excited her more than she would have expected, and she turned her head to look into his eyes, ready to beg him if he wanted it. She found that the expression of his eyes wasn't cold anymore, but seemed to burn with a fire that threatened to destroy her.

  "Beware, little virgin," he said. "I might be too much for you."

  She tried to answer, to contradict him, but his mouth was on hers in the next moment, and he kissed her ferociously, so deep and hungry that it set her aflame and turned her inside out. His tongue was slowly exploring her, teasing her with gentle, sensuous strokes. It took her breath away and turned her into a being that was made of pure, raw desire. When he freed her from her shackles without breaking the kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck, stroking his strong shoulders. His skin felt incredibly smooth under her fingertips. She playfully ran her nails over his back, pleased when he moaned into her mouth and gathered her closer to him. She felt like a helpless bundle, too weak to resist.

  "Alrik," she said, so low that it wasn't much more than a whisper. "I want you."

  He rested his forehead against hers. "No," he said. "You should go, Jade. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to hold back."

  "Then don't," she breathed. "There won't be any consequences, I promise. I've … taken precautions. And we won't see each other again after tonight."

  Alrik lifted his head and looked down into her eyes, his expression unfathomable. After a moment that seemed to pass like an eternity, he let her go and quickly rolled to the side of the bed. Jade watched as he stood with his back to her, breathing heavily. He didn't even turn back to her when he spoke.

  "I have work to do in my office," he said, coldly. "You should go home now, Jade. Believe me, it's better this way. I'm not the right man for you. Don't come back."

  With that, he left the penthouse, and she remained behind, shivering with need. Tears of frustration formed in her eyes. She buried her face in his pillow and deeply inhaled his scent that clung to it. A trace of his extravagant aftershave, but there was something else, the unique fragrance of his skin. He smelled like her rural home - like hay, and sunshine, and clover, as if he'd never been meant to live in this monstrosity of steel, glass and stone.

  "You would have been the right man," she said to the empty room as moisture gathered on her cheeks, dripping down to the sheets.

 

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