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I looked down at her hand holding my wrist, and then up at her face again, struggling to find a witty retort to her question, one that wouldn't come across as either disinterested or desperate. In the end I opted for silence, but when she released my wrist I took the cigarette out of my mouth and placed it at the table between us as a wordless challenge.
Sarani sipped on her beer, reading the intent in my eyes. I didn't look away. Finally she turned to the two men.
"Wygotzki. You've got the time?"
He glanced at his watch. "Twenty-two hundred. Want me to check in with HQ?"
"Nah. They'll be here when they'll be here. They said midnight, right?"
Wygotski shrugged. "We should be so lucky."
Sarani glanced at the cigarette lying between us, then met my eyes. "You've got a safeword?"
"Jesus."
It made her laugh. She took the cigarette, flipped it over, and stuck it into her breast pocket. "So, want to play?" She might as well have been asking for a beer. Like it was all the same to her.
"Why not?" I said with a shrug, going for the same kind of easy carelessness. "It's not like we've anything better to do."
For a moment the words hung in the air between us. I fiddled with my sleeve, stomach clenching, trying not to think about how much the prospect of a game with her excited me. She leaned forward.
"I've got to warn you, kid. I play rough."
"I like it rough."
"I'll make you cry."
I scoffed. "Good luck."
She leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest and watching me with a small smile on her lips. "Stan
d up."
I stood. Her smile grew predatory and my heartbeat picked up. I could feel the wetness growing between my legs.
"You into pain, Nielsen?"
"Yeah," I said, hoarsely.
She beckoned me around table and caressed my cheek with the back of her tanned hand, then grabbed my chin and turned my face up. "Yeah, what, Nielsen?"
"Yeah, ma'am?" I guessed.
She nodded and let go off my chin. I was both relieved and disappointed.
"Do you enjoy being slapped?"
I nodded.
"Want me to hit you?"
I glanced towards Wygotzki and Cherkov, but she'd kept her voice low enough and they didn't seem to have caught on yet. If it were up to me, I'd have taken this game upstairs, but if Sarani didn't mind their presence I had no intention of letting her think that I did.
"Hell yeah," I said.
Again, that smirk. "Ask nicely."
Acutely aware of the guys only a few feet away I straightened my back, looked Sarani square in the eyes and said: "Please hit me, ma'am."
