“Oh, I fully intend to get away with it, Nicholas,” Gianna said with a chuckle, choosing to ignore Kelly’s attempt at back-talk. “And it won’t be words you will be satisfying me with. I’ll leave that to your rapidly inflating cock and this whore’s tongue. You see, I’m rather fond of having my arse licked… ”<br/><br/>She stooped to inspect the whore, briefly wondering if Nicholas was struggling to turn and get a look at her bare ass and pussy. What had her name been? She was sure it was Kelly, or perhaps Frances. It didn’t matter at any rate; she wouldn’t be referred to as much else other than whore, slut, or bitch. The servants who were in charge of her restraints would be suffering an extended session of chastity for neglecting to gag her as requested, however. Nor would they get the first chance to use her.<br/><br/>Gianna reached out and took hold of some of her blond locks, enjoying the silky smooth texture between her fingers. “But Nicholas is correct, whore. I didn’t just have my eyes on those paintings; they were<em>mine</em>, and I don’t like it when a filthy little wanker like him thinks he can take what is rightfully mine.”<br/><br/>She released her hold on her hair, then turned and walked back to Nicholas bent over the whipping bench. Her hand cupped beneath his chin, not trying to be particularly gentle or seductive, and lifted his head. She could only crane his neck so far up, though, and her breasts hindered most of the irritated glare she shot down at him.<br/><br/>“Don’t think this will be over quickly. Why should I have my fun, only for you to run off crying to the police? No, you and your little strumpet are mine now, and you’re going to do exactly what I say.”<br/><br/>A modest selection of her new toys lay along a dark oak table: a variety of whips, crops, canes, and other body-specific items were neatly arranged. All she had to do was pick one up. From the row of floggers, she selected a long, thin dressage whip (http://www.perrisleather.com/dimg/32b54019d0237e41b0f4fcab95f5795e.jpg), and gave it a flick. It swished loudly with a hiss, and felt comfortable in her hand, similar to when she was riding.<br/><br/>“I’m going to enjoy breaking you for my pleasure Nicholas. You remind of me of my ex-husband, and I would love to see him squeal as much as you’re going to.” She moved back to Nicholas’s exposed, curved arse, immobile for her amusement, then tapped the end of the whip against his cheeks. “First, you are going to give me both of the paintings.” She cocked her head in thought for a second. “And then you are going to tell me where my associate Gavin is.”<br/><br/>She didn’t know how he managed to pay him off, but the price of betrayal was far more severe.