The Devil's Handshake by Michael Reagan Page A

walked
into the presidential suite. Taking off his tailored Saville Row
blazer he then placed the garment on the long sofa and walked to
the bar, whereupon he proceeded to get a champagne flute and a
whiskey glass from the cupboard underneath and placed them on top
of the bar.
    It was that point he removed his Glock and
holster. Something since that brutal night in Moscow he always
wore. Putting the safety on the pistol, he placed it on the top of
the bar.
    Opening the refrigerator he found a bottle of
Moet Chandon and some “exotic” Georgian Champagne.
    “ I think we give that miss,”
he said, over the thought of drinking Georgian Champagne, as he put
some ice in a whiskey glass then opened the bottle of Johnnie
Walker Black Label and poured two fingers of the whiskey over the
ice.
    Guessing that he would find his guest already
in the bedroom waiting for him and hopefully under the covers he
made his way to its entrance.
    The second Thomas entered the bedroom with
the drinks he immediately felt guilty for his quips in the lift
with Mikhail on the way up.
    Lying on the bed, with just a blanket
covering her perfectly naked beautiful naturally bronzed skin, her
long jet black hair running down her back over the blanket covering
her, on her side, blindfolded, her hands tied behind her back, legs
also bound together in flex cuffs so she could not escape and
gagged, lay Nara.
    “ Fucking Hell, Oleg!” Thomas
thought with disgust knowing that the animal had sent her to him
naked because in his eyes, she owned nothing that wasn’t his. He
also knew now why he had been getting such disapproving looks from
Mikhail. Although he couldn’t quite grasp why his friend had chosen
to leave her like that. He realized now it was Mikhail’s way of
sending him a message.
    Seduction plans over, Thomas put down the
Champagne flute followed by his whiskey glass on the table and then
quickly walked to the bed, but, not before he had picked up the
pair of cutters for the flexi-cuffs that had been left for him by
Mikhail.
    “ Okay, Mikhail, I get the
message!” Thomas thought, as he sat on the bed.
    Drawn by her seductive beauty he listened for
a few seconds to Nara’s heavy panicked breathing. Then like a moth
to the flame drawn to her pretty face he gently touched it. The
action immediately caused her to shake followed by a scream through
her gag.
    “ You bloody idiot!” he
scolded his mind, realizing because she couldn’t see the poor girl
must have been terrified by his sudden unwanted touch. “Get control
of yourself,” he ordered his brain.
    “ GUNARA,” Thomas said
firmly, “ENOUGH,” in Russian.
    She screamed louder. Needing to take control
quickly of the situation without a word Thomas roughly flipped from
her side to her back forcing the blanket off her in the
process.
    Screaming this time from the pain in her
shoulders as her body fell on her hands behind her back and because
of the unknown of what was about to happen to her, Thomas took her
head firmly in his hand then pulled her back by her hair.
    “ Gunara, ENOUGH,” in Russian
he repeated. “You have two choices, you must submit to my will and
please me, or I give you back to Oleg,” he continued using the
terrible words as a shock tactic to try and get calm her down with
the threat of a bigger fear. “Your choice?” he added in a softer
tone. “Nod once if you want me to send you back to Oleg?” he
concluded using the return to Oleg clutches like the ultimate fear
factor.
    It worked instantly. He could see Nara’s fear
fueled mind had started to calm down. She shook her head
frenziedly. It appeared the mention of sending her back to Oleg had
terrified her more than what he was about to do her, although he
could help but look at incredible breasts as the continued to rise
and fall as the result of her heavy breathing.
    “ Good,” he said as he
removed her blindfold to be greeted with terrified tear filled
eyes. Immediately Thomas felt terribly