The Art of Retaliation (7 page)

Mara was quick to take
advantage leaving
Stephane
to explain his presence and why a Aerospace
billionaire was interested in making a contract with a software giant like
Matisse and their own client who was about to be taken over by them.
 
The task would keep him preoccupied.

She stood up from the table away from the animated discussion and
slipped the neatly folded piece of paper she’d written a message on before they
left the Chateau out from the cup of her bra pretending to be busy shuffling
papers in front of her.
 
The message
it contained was simple, conveying the necessary information.
 
She took the document she had drawn up
in London for Matisse out of her bag together with some other papers and rushed
after the secretary who was discreetly leaving the room.

“Before you go, please send these documents to Raymond Matisse by
courier for signing and tell them that I will be in contact to arrange another
appointment.”

“Yes I will do that for you.
 
I am sorry about today but I couldn’t get a hold of you.”

Mara fought the urge to scream out at the woman but she knew that
Stephane
was well within earshot.

“That’s okay.”

“Oh I am sorry, I am all fingers and thumbs today.”

The secretary bent to pick the fallen
papers which
she had carelessly allowed to slip from her fingers.
 
Mara’s heart skipped a beat.
 
It was just like being in a bad
movie.
 
She hurriedly helped the
woman gather the papers up and prayed that the piece of paper was lodged
between them.
 
To her dismay she
found it lying next to two sheets of paper that they had missed.
 
It was too late, the secretary had
already left the room and
Stephane’s
conversation on
the state of aerospace companies in the world today was drawing to a
close.
 
She frantically replaced the
paper in her bra and took the other papers to her bag, waiting for another
opportunity to spring out in vain.

“Well we have to be going,”
Stephane
suddenly announced.
 
“Mademoiselle
Logan is a guest at my chateau.
 
If
you need to contact her, please do not hesitate to do so.’

No, no just a little more
time.

“Come along, Mara,” he said speaking to her as though she were a
child.

She looked at Marcus pleadingly but he only seemed confused.
 
Defeated she said her goodbyes and
allowed
Stephane
to guide her back to the car.
 
She knew by the way her feet hardly
touched the ground in his grip that something was wrong.
 
He pushed her in and then got in next to
her.

“Give it to me,” he insisted holding his palm out flat in front of
her.

“What?” she answered curtly pretending to be ignorant about what he
was asking for.

“Don’t do that,” he snapped with impatience.
 
“Give it to me or I will get it myself.”

He wouldn’t dare but past experience made her cautious and she began
to back away from him on the seat.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” she hissed.
 
“Hey.”

The billionaire’s fingers were deft, loosening her suit jacket with
ease and then slipping a hand down the band of her trousers to tug her towards
him.
 
Mara’s hands scrabbled at him,
outraged at the indignity but he held them pinning them behind her back with
one hand whilst the other quickly undid the buttons of her blouse.

When the garment was fully opened, he directed her body backwards
until her head fell on his shoulder.
 
She looked up at him fearful and for a moment but softened when his eyes
reassured her.
 
The feeling was
short lived.
 
His eyes swept over
her breasts covered in a satin bra rising and falling with each agitated breath
and trailed a finger between them, tantalizingly caressing the flesh that the
bra exposed over the cups.

“Where is it?” he asked in a velvet voice.

Mara remained silent using all her energy to breathe and stop the
damp ache swelling between her thighs.

“Is it hidden under your breast or maybe down here in your panties,’
his voice was a dark whisper as he unzipped her trousers.

She gave a futile struggle that only served to heighten the sexual
tension between them and his hold on her wrists behind her back to tighten
reminding her of his power as a man.

The billionaire’s hand slipped inside the open zip and skimmed over
the front of her skimpy matching satin panties before moving his middle finger
underneath to caress the material covering the lips of her vagina.

He held her spell bound, in a trance, her eyes unable to leave his,
her body powerless for motion.
 
The
billionaire bent to sweep his lips over the soft flesh of one plump breast, the
top of which spilled over the bra cup.

“Your panties are wet, Mara,” he said with a smile stroking the damp
patch with his finger once more.
 
“Let me see if I can find the note you have hidden from me inside
there.”

Mara couldn’t speak.
 
She
panted when he moved the ridge of her panties to one side to expose her
vulva.
 
Her mind was torn between
begging him to touch her and stopping him with everything she had.
 
But her need for him to caress her was
to win out.
 
She gave a small gasp
when he stroked his fingers inside the lush dampness as the car travelled along
the road.

“
Hmmmm
, soaking wet.”

Mara watched him look down and study her bare sex as he trailed his
fingers up underneath each juicy petal lip.
 
Mara was breathless as he moved her back
against his body, still holding her arms behind her before he circled the
entrance to her channel with his finger.
 
Arousal built and swirled inside Mara making her helplessly melt and
surrender to his touch.
 
It had been
too long since a man had touched her and she hadn’t realized just how much
she’d missed a masterful caress.

“You can’t hide anything from me, Mara,”
Stephane
informed her pinching at the wet bud wobbling between the wet lips of her pussy
making her cry out and flood all the more.
 
“Like it or not you are my captive and I
am
in
charge of you.
 
I am in
control.
 
You might as well accept
it,” he finished stretching his middle finger and then a second one up inside
her channel.
 
He thrust them gently
in and out.

Mara felt her body willingly open for his penetration grateful when
he reached deeper inside her to expertly stroke the rough wall of her vagina
and the center of her pleasure.
 
Unable to help herself she moaned loudly and bucked down on to his
fingers.

“For instance I can make you come wherever and whenever I choose.”

The billionaire stoked his fingers harder and picked up the rhythm
of his drive inside her body.
 
Within seconds Mara’s arousal was spinning out of control and she was
beginning to climax even as her mind screamed at her not to give in to
him.
 
But her need and the way he
controlled her was so intoxicating she could not help herself.

“That’s a good girl, obey me and come for me now,” he whispered
watching her pleasure ride her face.

Mara’s climax exploded flaring in a warm flush across her
features.
 
With glazed eyes she
looked up at her handsome captor bringing her to orgasm so easily.
 
He looked down at her now ramming his
fingers inside her to coax every last drop of pleasure out from her, his lips
curling sensuously, enthralled by her helplessness in his arms.

Mara lay restrained in his arms waiting for her breathing to return
to normal and her heart to stop racing.
 
The tension she had carried around in her body for so long was beginning
to dissipate in to warm contentment.

Stephane
removed
his fingers slowly but continued to caress her until her body calmed.

“Good girl.
 
You are nice
and calm now,” he said speaking to her like a child again.

But that wasn’t what annoyed her.
 
She actually liked it.

He stopped stroking her and re covered her vulva with her
panties.
 
He brought his fingers to
his lips and inserted them in to his mouth sucking on the juice that coated
them.

‘Very tasty,” he smiled obviously amused by her shock.

“Well, the note isn’t in there.
 
Let me check your bra.”

The French billionaire pulled down the strap of her left breast to
expose her flesh.
 
He cupped the
swelling milky globe and caressed his thumb over the erect darkened peak making
her Mara breathless again.

“Such beautiful breasts, Mara.
 
It’s a shame they must be covered.
 
Maybe if I took your clothes away I could stop you hiding things from
me,’ he whispered and tweaked the peak hard as if to punish her for her
indiscretion and took her mouth.

Abruptly he let go of her arms and pushed her back up into a seating
position and sat back unfolding the piece of paper he had retrieved from the
cup of her bra, a mocking sigh escaping his lips as he scrunched the paper into
a ball and threw it out of the window.

She looked at him confused, hurt and then her eyes narrowed, a dark
cloud brimming over her features.
 
He had cruelly taunted her, exposed her body and sampled its
delights.
 
What was more she’d loved
every minute of it.
 
Every emotion
raged through her body.
 
She wanted
to cry, hide and slap him.

Her hand reached up to deliver a slap but he caught her wrist
easily.

“Now, now, Mara.
 
Watch
your temper.
 
You wouldn’t want me
to stop the car, throw you over my knee and spank your bare bottom, now would
you?
 
Even though that is exactly
what you need.
 
You are looking very
disheveled, I suggest you dress and cover yourself before we get home.”

Her free hand tried again but he caught it.

“Remember what I said.
 
Now, dress or I may decide to carry out my other threat and take your
clothes from you.
 
I am warning you
anymore attempts like that and I will.”

“Haven’t you humiliated me enough,’ she shouted glancing at her
clothes as she tried to cover herself and then at the driver.

He laughed.

“No not nearly enough, and you only have yourself and Ryan to blame
for that,” he said harshly.

Unable to find the words she fumbled with her clothes and turned
from him to look out of the window desperately wishing that the car would reach
its destination and she could escape to the confines and safety of her room to
lick her wounds in private.

Mara climbed the stairs and slammed the bedroom door behind her
fuming that she had allowed herself to be humiliated again.
 
Nothing was working but she refused to
give up.
 
She threw her briefcase on
the bed in a rage and then regretted it thinking of the important information
it contained.
 
If she didn’t get
away soon it wouldn’t be just her own life on the line but Raymond Matisse’s.

She hadn’t just come to France to seek agreement on a business
contract for a takeover but to close an old criminal case, the very case that
had caused her to be disillusioned with criminal law and leave a successful
career with the Crown Prosecution Service for the city.
 
Not even Maxine or her own brother in
whom she confided everything knew and that was the way she was going to keep
it.
 
Only Raymond Matisse and a few
select others were involved.
 
He’d
contacted her secretly after meeting her to negotiate the take over of her
client’s company.
 
He was a man who
checked out everyone he was working with and he’d learned of her interest in a
man from her past as a Prosecutor who had evaded a murder charge in a case she
had been dealing with.
 
The same man who was now laundering drug money through their
accounts via one of the company’s board members.