cb.coldheart canyon-第41章
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don't know who's a friend and who's not。 That can make you crazy。〃 Her eyes flashed； and the playfulness was back。 〃Then again； sometimes it's good to be crazy。〃
〃Yes？〃
〃Oh sure。 Sometimes it's the only thing keeps you sane。〃
〃You're obviously talking from experience。〃
〃Of getting crazy once in a while？ Sure。 I'm talking from intimate experience。〃
〃Care to give me an example？〃
〃You don't want to know。 Really you don't。 Some of the things I've done in this very room。。。〃
〃Tell me。〃
〃I wouldn't know where to begin。〃
Her gaze flitted off around the room； as though she was looking for some cue for her memories。 If it was an act； it was a very good one。 In fact this whole performance was looking better and better。
Finally； she said： 〃We used to play poker here。 Sometimes roulette。〃
〃Marco and I figured that out。〃
〃Sometimes；〃 she said； her gaze returning to him； 〃I was the prize。〃
〃You？〃
〃Me。〃
〃I don't think I understand。〃
〃You understand perfectly well。〃
〃You'd give yourself to the winner？〃
〃See？ You understood。 I didn't do it every night。 I'm not that much of a slut。〃 She was smiling as she spoke； lapping up his disbelief。 She began to walk towards him； slowly； matching her approach to the rhythm of her words。 〃But on the nights when you need to be crazy…〃
〃What did you give them？ A kiss！〃
〃Pah！ A kiss！ As if I'd be satisfied with so little。 No！ Down on the floor in front of the losers； that's what I'd give them。 Like dogs； if we felt like it。〃
The way she stared at the ground as she spoke； it was clear she was remembering something very specific。 The subtlest of motions went through her； as though her body was recalling the sensation of pressing back against a man； to take him； all of him； inside her。
〃Supposing somebody won that you didn't like？〃
〃There was no such man。 Not here； in my house。 They were all gods。 Beautiful men； every single one。 Some of them were crude at first。 But I taught them。〃 She was watching Todd closely as she spoke； measuring his response。 〃You like hearing this？〃
He nodded。 It wasn't quite the way he'd expected this conversation to go； but yes； he liked her confessions。 He was glad his pants were baggy； now that she was so close to him； or she'd have seen for herself how much he liked them。
〃So let me be sure I got this right。 The winner would fuck you； right here on the ground…〃
〃Not on the bare boards。 There used to be carpets。 Beautiful Persian carpets。 And there were silk cushions； red ones； which I kept in a heap over there。 I like to make love amongst cushions。 It's like being held in somebody's hand； isn't it？〃 She opened her cupped hand in front to demonstrate the fort of it。 〃In God's hand。〃
She lifted the bed of her palm in front of his eyes； and then； without warning； she reached out and touched his face。 He felt nothing through the bandages； but he had the illusion that her hand was like a balm upon his cheek； cooling his raw flesh。
〃Does that hurt？〃
〃No。〃
〃Do you want me to go on telling you？〃
〃Yes； please。〃
〃You want to hear what I did。。。〃
〃。。。on the cushions。 Yes。 But first； I want to know…〃
〃Who？〃
〃No； not who。 Why？〃
〃Why？ Lord in Heaven； why would I fuck？ Because I loved it！ It gave me pleasure。〃 She leaned closer to him； still stroking his cheek。 He could smell her throat on the breath she exhaled。 The air； for all its invisibility； was somehow enriched by its transport into her and out again。 He envied the men who'd taken similar liberties。 In and out； in and out。 Wonderful。
〃I love to have a man's weight bearing down on me；〃 she went on。 〃To be pinned； like a butterfly。 Open。 And then； when he thinks he's got you pletely under his thumb； roll him over and ride him。〃 She laughed。 〃I wish I could see the expression on your face。〃
〃It's not pretty under there。〃 He paused； a chilling thought on his lips。
〃The answer's no；〃 she said。
〃The answer to what？〃
〃Have I spied on you while your bandages were being changed？ No I haven't。〃
〃Good。〃 He took a deep breath； wanting to direct the conversation away from talk of what was behind his mask。 〃Go back to the game；〃 he said。
〃Where was I？〃
〃Riding the lucky sonofabitch。〃
〃Horses。 Dogs。 Monkeys。 Men make good animals。 Women too sometimes。〃
〃Women got to play？〃
〃Not in here。 I'm very old…fashioned about things like that。 In Romania a woman never played cards。〃
〃Romania。 That's where you're from？〃
〃Yes。 A little village called Ravbac； where I don't think any woman had ever had pleasure with a man。〃
〃Is that why you left？〃
〃One of many reasons。 I ran away when I was barely twelve。 Came to this country when I was fifteen。 Made my first picture a year later。〃
〃What was it called？〃
〃I don't want to talk about it。 It's forgotten。〃
〃So finish telling me…〃
〃…about riding the men。 What else is there to say？ It was the best game in the world。 Especially for an exhibitionist； like myself。 You too。〃
〃What about me？〃
〃You've done it in front of people。 Surely。 Don't tell me you haven't。 I won't believe you。〃
What the hell？ This woman had him all figured out。 Pinned。 Like a butterfly。 There didn't seem to be much purpose in denying it。
〃Yes； I've had a few public moments at private parties。〃
〃Are you good？〃
〃It depends on the girl。〃
She smiled。 〃I think you'd be wonderful； with the right audience；〃 she said。
Her hand dropped from his cheek； and she started to walk back across the room； weaving between imaginary obstacles as she picked up her erotic tale。
〃Some nights； I would simply walk naked amongst the tables while the men played。 They weren't allowed to look at me。 If they looked； I would thrash them。 And I mean thrash。 I had a whip for that。 I still have it。 The Teroarea。 The Terror。 So。。。that was one of the rules。 No looking at the prize； no matter what it did to tempt them。〃 She laughed。 〃You can imagine； I had a hundred ways。 Once I had a little bell； hooked through the hood of my clitoris。 Tinkling as I walked。 Somebody looked； I remember。 And oh they suffered。〃
She was at the mantelpiece now； reaching up and under the fireplace and took a long； silver…handled switch from its hiding place。 She tested it on the air； and it whined like a vengeful mosquito。 〃This is the Teroarea。 I had it made by a man in Paris； who specialized in such things。 My name is chased into the handle。〃 She passed her thumb over the letters： 〃Katya Lupescu； it says。 Actually it says more。 It says： 'This is her instrument； to make fools suffer。' I regret having that written there； really。〃
〃Why？〃
〃Because a man who takes pleasure in being given pain is not a fool。 He's simply following his instincts。 Where's the foolishness in that？〃
〃You're big on pleasure；〃 Todd said。
She didn't seem to understand what he meant； she cocked her head； puzzled。
〃You talk about it a lot。〃
〃Twice I've mentioned it；〃 she said。 〃But it's been in my mind a little more than that。〃
〃Why？〃
〃Don't be coy；〃 she said； a little sternly。 〃Or I'll beat you。〃
〃I might not like that。〃
〃Oh； you would。〃
〃Really。。。〃 he said； with just a touch of anxiety in his voice。 He could not imagine having that thing； her Terror； give him pleasure； however expertly it was wielded。
〃It can be gentle； if I want it to be。〃
〃That？〃 he said。 〃Gentle？〃
〃Oh yes。〃 She made a scooping motion with her free hand。 If I have a man's sex in my palm； here。〃 He got an instant； and uncannily sharp picture of what she had in mind。 Her victim on all fours； and that scooping motion of hers； the taking up of his cock and balls； ready for her。 pletely vulnerable； pletely humiliated。 He'd never let a woman do anything like that to him； however much she promised it was to give him pleasure。
〃I can see you're not convinced；〃 she said； 〃even when I don't have your face to look at。 So you'll just have to take it on trust。 I could touch men with this and they'd shoot like sixteen…year…olds。 Even Valentino。〃
〃Valentino？〃
〃And he was queer。〃
〃Rudolph Valentino？〃
〃Yes。 You didn't know he was that way？〃
〃No； it's just。。。he's been de
