The Devil's Handshake

4

Holland Park, 2007

The punishment Thomas had inflicted upon her in front his servant had brought that afternoon’s terrible trauma back with a vengeance.

With Nara cradled in his arms and as he listened to her tell him of what the animal had done to the both of them, Thomas silently swore revenge on behalf of the blood of his daughter.

Hiding his anger at the actions of Oleg Rejejow, he looked into Nara’s eyes. He took hold of her hand gently and pulled it tenderly to his lips. He kissed it long and hard.

Without waiting for a response, she removed her training top releasing her beautiful large breasts then leaned into him to him and grabbed his head forcefully to pull his lips to hers, a gesture designed for two purposes: firstly to show him that she had forgiven him for his earlier punishment and secondly to avoid any possible further punishment. They kissed passionately for a long minute.

“I am so sorry, my love,” he whispered with tears in his eyes.

Ever the skilled courtesan Nara studied his face. Sex had always been a defense mechanism she used to protect herself. It would be again. Men had often punished her before taking her in life, and now it appeared the man she loved and thought was her protector was no better than those monsters. Her dormant survival instincts kicked back in.

She lifted her hand to his face. Then stroked the tear under his eye.

“Are you?” she asked still not quite believing him.

“I am ashamed of myself,” he said with emotion in his face.

“Then show me,” she ordered pulling his head into her forcibly. Sex had been her weapon once, and it would be again.