"No."<br/><br/>Flashman twisted his lips into a cruel, broad smile... anticipating the look of surprise or perhaps even shock at the initial rejection. He had purred throatily at the aggressive manner he had his shirt torn off, appreciating the practiced, precise motions of hers' that made the gesture all the more delicious. This was no simpering little chit that was serving him, and he certainly was going to get his money's worth. It was well enough that the Colonel instinctively pressed his chest against her invasive lips, letting out an appreciative groan when her teeth met flesh. Struggling by now to rein in his steadily-explosive passions, to continue holding the velvet box steady was a challenge in itself.<br/><br/>"Not till you have earned it, sweetling. I have ravished queens and princesses most regal, who have grovelled and crawled into my tents begging mercy for their kingdoms. Do you think you may be their match?"<br/><br/>Ah, he had been goaded, provoked and stoked all this while. It was very much his turn now, dangling this trinket before her very eyes before slamming the velvet box shut, chucking it to the side the moment she brushed her hair aside and closed in. For an odd moment his attention was brought to the distinctive scar at the tops of her right breast, which brought the confirmation and final realization that she truly, was quite the wanton dame and very much in contrary to the supposed "recommendation". But it was no matter - she had brought the spark to his heavily-suppressed urges and brought it to a raging flame, and it was up to her to receive the brunt of it till he was done. The tent forming in his trousers was evident long before, brushing against her midriff as her body closed in to kiss and graze her nipples against his torso.<br/><br/>In a bid to seize control, his powerful, sinewy arms slithered around Zara's thighs, hoisting her off the bed and forced her to straddle his hips whilst he was still on his feet. In a fearsomely powerful jerk her bare, exposed sex was forcibly mounted upon his bulge of arousal, as his left hand slid roughly upwards against her spine, spreading its calloused friction against her skin and snaked her torso tautly against his chest, which resulted in a strong, vice-like hold that restrained her very frame, almost painfully pressuring at her sex with his cock straining underneath the fabric and crushing her breasts against his broad, firm chest.<br/><br/>Whatever was the trapped beast going to do about it?