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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