"So show me," Angelica challenged, letting one hand run cares singly down her body, lingering over her nipples and edging towards her crotch.
"I'm going to need your help. Just like I needed you on the phone.
You made me feel so good, like a real man. Please, help me now," Tony pleaded.
She took a step towards him, moving sinuously as a stripper.
"You want me to turn you on?" she drawled in a ghastly parody of seduction.
"I don't think I can do it like this," Tony said.
"Not with my arms pinned behind me like this."
Angelica stopped dead and scowled.
"I said, I'm not letting you go."
"And I said I'm not asking you to. All I'm asking is that you cuff my hands in front of me. So I can touch you." Again, he forced the gentle smile.
She looked at him consideringly.
"How do I know I can trust you? I'd have to set your hands free so I could cuff them in front of you.
Maybe you're trying to double-cross me. "
"I won't. I give you my word. If it makes you feel safer, chloroform me again. Do it while I'm unconscious," Tony said, gambling again.
Her reaction would tell him all he needed to know about his chances.
Angelica moved behind him. An exultant voice in his head screamed "Yes!" He felt the warmth of her hand between his as she gripped the cuffs and painfully jerked them up.
"Shit!" Tony yelled as new arrows of pain shot up his arms and through his shoulders. He heard a click of metal as the shackle connecting the rope to the handcuffs snapped free. Angelica released the handcuffs and Tony collapsed to his knees, his legs buckling under him.
"Jesus Christ!" he swore as he crashed forwards on to his face, feeling the rough stone graze his cheek.
Moving swiftly, Angelica unlocked one side of the handcuffs, seized the back of his hair and pulled him upwards. Still holding the arm with the handcuffs attached, she stepped in front of him and roughly gripped his other arm just below the bicep, dragging it across his body. Seconds later, his hands were cuffed again, this time in front of him. He knelt like a supplicant, his discomfort doubled by the tight leather straps round his ankles.
"You see?" he gasped.
"I told you I wouldn't try anything."
Panting slightly, Angelica stood in front of him, legs apart.
"So show me," she demanded.
"You'll have to help me up. I can't do it by myself," he protested weakly.
She bent down and grabbed his hair again, hauling him up on to legs whose muscles trembled with the effort of staying upright. They stood, inches apart, the silk of her kimono brushing his hands. He could feel the warmth of her breath on the raw flesh of his grazed cheek.
"Kiss me," he said softly. Whores never get to kiss, he told himself. This'll make it different.
Something flickered in Angelica's eyes, but she leaned over him, releasing his hair and pulling his face to hers. It took every ounce of his willpower not to flinch as her lips met his, her tongue invading his mouth, exploring his teeth and tongue. Your life depends on it, he told himself. You've got a plan. Tony forced himself to kiss her back, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, telling himself there were worse things in the world, and this woman had made her previous victims endure some of them.
After what felt like the longest kiss of his life, Angelica pulled away, looking critically down to his groin.
"I'm going to need some help here," Tony said.
"It's not been an easy day."
"What kind of help?" Angelica asked, panting slightly through parted lips. It was clear that she was having no difficulty with the sexual arousal that was beyond him.
"Give me head. That's the one thing that always works when I'm having trouble. I've felt your mouth now; I just know you'll be terrific.
Please, I really want to make love to you. "
Almost before he'd finished speaking, she was on her knees, hands flickering over his balls. Tenderly, she lifted his flaccid penis and slipped it into her mouth, not taking her eyes from his face. Tony reached out and began to stroke her hair. Then, with what felt like infinite slowness, he pulled her head forward on to him, forcing her head down, her eyes away from him.
Then, summoning up what remained of his strength, Tony raised his hands and brought the handcuffs crashing down on the back of Angelica's head.