UNDER BY DURESS by Kayla Stonor Page B

his face?”
    “I haven’t given him permission to move,” Tahima said boldly.
    Hank’s eyes touched on her briefly then his lustful gaze shifted back to Rossini and the chains holding him prisoner.
    Tahima’s eyes narrowed. Hank scented blood. He wasn’t going to leave easily. She rose to her feet, not attempting to hide herself.
    Hank glanced at her, admired the view, but he really wasn’t interested. He nodded to Rossini. “Why’s he need your permission?”
    “Because he’s mine, Hank.”
    “That why you got him all chained up?”
    “Not really. I just like him this way.” She lifted her foot, rested her toes against Rossini’s cheek, and pressed his nose into the dirt. He didn’t resist the silent order, but his clenching fist told her he didn’t like where she was going.
    Hank gaped. “I’ll be damned!”
    Tahima used his distraction to move to her clothes. She picked up her T-shirt and slid it over her arms and head before pulling it down. “So now you know, could you please go?”
    He frowned to see her half-dressed. “When all the fun’s here? You need to think, missy. If folks round here know what you’re into, you’ll never be able to show your face in these parts again.” He took a step closer to Rossini. “Hey, boy? You got something to hide, too? I betchya do.”
    Tahima stepped closer to the backpack. The stun gun lay behind it, just out of Hank’s line of sight. “You want to play, Hank? I’m willing to share. You keep my secret, I’ll keep yours.”
    “I ain’t got a secret.”
    “You will. I can tell you want him.”
    Rossini flinched.
    Hank turned beetroot red. He also stayed rooted to the spot.
    Tahima plowed on. “Don’t turn this into something ugly, Hank. You want some fun. I’m happy to lend him to you. We go our separate ways. What do you say?”
    Hank’s face contorted; desire warring with disbelief.
    Rossini shook his head.
    “Don’t think he’s willing to play,” Hank pointed out.
    Tahima grabbed Rossini’s belt off the ground, marched over, and whacked the back of Rossini’s leg with it. He yelped and pulled his knee in, lifting his ass and revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his balls.
    Hank’s jaw dropped, his pants tented up, and red-hot lust filled his eyes.
    “You don’t need to be ashamed in front of me.” Tahima coaxed. “My tastes are very varied.”
    Hank licked his lips. “He chained up good?”
    “Oh, yeah.” Tahima’s voice oozed satisfaction and Hank grinned. “He’s well trained, too.”
    She moved to Rossini’s head, crouched down and squeezed his shoulder in warning. His chin tilted towards her. She could see how torn he was between trusting her judgment and outright revolt. She would have to persuade him. Stomach churning, she touched his cheek and pressed his nose back into the dirt. Then she stood up, took aim, and flicked his left buttock with the belt.
    “On your knees,” she ordered.
    When he hesitated, she whipped the other buttock. Rossini quickly shifted into the desired position.
    Hank licked his lips and Tahima knew he was committed.
    Only Rossini could mess this up now.
    “Get your ass higher,” she ordered. When he grudgingly shuffled his knees toward his chest, she walked away and casually picked up her jeans. Then she beckoned Hank forward, clearly indicating a spot at Rossini’s feet. “He’s all yours.”
    Hank didn’t hesitate. He rested his rifle on the ground well away from Tahima and started unbuckling his belt. “I’ll make him lift his ass. You ain’t got the muscle, girl.”
    Tahima blanched. “Hold up, Hank. He’s mine. I set the rules. You damage him and the deal’s off.” Rossini shot her a horrified look that screamed end-this-now, but she gave him a miniscule shake of her head. She had to see this through. “No more than five. Trust me, it works better this way. Or you’ll pop before the grand prize.”
    “Okay, darlin’. You’re the expert.”
    She quickly tugged on her jeans as