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March 16th, 1943; Tuesday (3:22 PM-Paris, France)

Krista had managed to track down and win four separate eBay auctions for lots of World War II francs for food and other necessities for a couple of weeks. Because that's all she planned to need. Hopefully it wouldn't be long, and she'd be back on her way to her 'real' life.

In a wholehearted attempt to repay the gracious innkeeper for her hospitality, Krista had attempted to cover her week's stay, plus an additional tip for her kindness. "No, no, no," she dismissed. "There's no need to pay for your room, my dear. Stay as long as you need." Krista thanked her profusely for her unwavering kindness, but insisted on her debt being cleared. Because, again, it kept her off the streets and out of the hands of the SS.

Whispers of early spring surrounded her like a comforting cardigan. The air was crisp and mild, the warmth of the sun's beams burning through the brisk breeze that caressed her face.

Krista was in a state of enjoyment as she simply walked without a purpose. She found herself standing at a street corner, her eyes moving from the aesthetically pleasing cobblestone street up to the massive tower off into the distance. One of these days she wouldn't be so lazy and she walk to it and be one of those American tourists that just wanted to see the tower and get wine drunk.

The money she had bought on eBay was burning a hole straight through her pocket, and she was simply dying to buy something, even if it was some little trinket she'd regret purchasing on a later occasion.

She stumbled upon a pleasant enough convenience store-like shop where they sold a multitude of random items. Different colors of packaging of food and cleaning items greeted her eyes, and she could feel herself smiling softly like an awestruck child. History had come to life.

A small spinning wire rack full of colorful postcards caught Krista's attention, and she wasted no time in looking over them. There were a few with photographs depicting the free flowing city life, one of the Eiffel Tower, a handful of Claude Monet Paintings, and a few showing the rolling hills and expansive landscapes of rural France. They were all appealing to her eyes, but she narrowed it down to two. She settled on Claude Monet's 'Impression, Soleil Levant' and one of a cityscape. Both would look nice framed and situated on a wall in her house as souvenirs.

Krista placed both cards on the glass countertop before the cashier, and pulled her messenger bag up from her side to begin digging for the small coin purse she had tucked away inside. A hand gently pushed hers down, and she was startled. "No need, miss." She made another attempt to open up the small leather coin purse again, and was stopped. "Please. I insist." She looked up to see Hans sliding a few coins across the counter, and she picked up the postcards before slipping them into her bag.

He followed behind her out of the shop, a hand placed gently in the center of her back. "You didn't have to do that," she told him with a polite smile. "Thank you though."

"I had been hoping that I would run into you again," he told her, ignoring her statement completely.

She narrowed her eyes playfully, and brushed the hair that had blown across her face away. "And why would that be? Did you come to arrest me?" She held her wrists up tauntingly before letting them fall back down to her sides.

"If you desire an arrest, an arrangement can be made," he answered with a devilish grin. He was bound to get the opportunity to test her limits anyway.

"Cuff me," she said, easily matching his provocative tone.

Her answer triggered a smirk. "Later." Hans nodded, and placed a hand at her back again as they walked. "I actually have been meaning to apologize for the other night. I was quite upset that I had to be pulled from your company."

Of course he was upset. He would have probably would have gotten laid, and had a great story to tell the boys. He missed out. "I'd be lying if I said it didn't upset me, too. I was looking forward to getting to know you a little better. And if you don't have any plans, you're more than welcome to join me if you'd like to." Krista's initial assessment of Hans Landa was relatively simple. He seemed to be driven quite obviously by two things: His career, and sex. Just like your typical egomaniac customer in VIP. Krista knew she was only going to be in occupied France once, so why not adopt a 'fuck it' attitude?

"It's not much, but it's all I can afford right now," she told him as he followed her into her room. She dropped her jacket on the bed before packing away the clothes that were strewn over the bed and into her large leather duffel.

"That's quite alright." He took a few steps closer to her until she could feel his body barely pressing into hers. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," he whispered huskily as his hands made their way down her sides to rest at her hips.

Krista shivered at the contact. Now that they were alone, a wave of nervousness washed over her. There was no one else around... no witnesses... She worried of the outcome even though she could feel her body temperature rise in arousal.

When she felt his lips begin to slowly move up the side of her neck, her eyes closed and her head tilted to the side to allow him more space without a second's hesitation. One strong hand moved from her hip and into her hair, giving it a sharp tug. Krista gasped, and Hans smirked. "Do you like that?" She didn't answer. "You do, don't you?" He asked her again, giving her blonde locks another rough pull.

"Yes," she breathed out as his other hand tugged her blouse out from her pleated skirt. It was wrong. All wrong. Her morals were slipping faster than she could catch them.

With deft fingers, he ghosted his way up her taut abdomen, her muscles fluttering beneath his touch. Clearly pleased with her reaction, he caught a bit of her skin between his teeth, eliciting a barely audible moan.

She couldn't think straight, even in her state of complete sobriety. Krista finally allowed herself to give in. With her eyes still closed, she began to unbutton her shirt, and Hans took a slight step back to help her shrug it off her shoulders. It fell into a heap on the floor, and she turned around to face him fully. For a moment, her eyes fell to his medals that hung on the left side of his chest, and the gravity of her actions smacked her over the head. Those medals were awarded for a reason. They were earned. Bright light coming from outside the lone window caught the polished metal, making it gleam. Her eyes lingered there while her mind turned fuzzy.

"Do you have any idea what I want to do to you?" He asked her in a low voice, their eyes finally meeting.

She could tell by the dilation of his pupils that he had a fire fueled by lust burning deep inside him. As her heart rate picked up, she answered smoothly. "I'll let you do whatever you want to me." After she replied, she wished that she had chosen her words more carefully, because there was no telling how they were going to be interpreted.

Hans turned her around by her shoulders, and pressed his chest into her now completely bare back. Krista closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side again, hoping it would act as an open invitation for his lips and teeth to roam the skin there once more. He gladly accepted the invitation, and his lips began a slow, almost calculated waltz over her skin.

Their proximity gave her goosebumps of anticipation, and when she felt his hand slide tantalizingly slow down the front of her body and dip into her skirt, she felt a type of need that she had never experienced before and it was exciting. Without difficulty, his fingers found their way beneath the waistband of her panties and stopped right over her clit. He adopted an unhurried pace of feather light circular motions, and her head fell back onto his shoulder. Her breath hitched in her throat when he gradually increased pressure, and she felt her legs weakening beneath her.

"Do you want more?" he asked her, his voice smooth as silk over her skin.

"Yes," she answered breathlessly before catching her bottom lip between her teeth as a knee jerk reaction to another sudden increase of pressure over her clit.

"What was that?" he asked, his hand abruptly and quickly moving from beneath her panties and into her hair.

She tried again, adding a touch of volume to her voice. "Yes..."

He gave her hair a more harsh tug this time. "I'm sorry?" He questioned in German.

She couldn't believe the pornstar-like moan that he had ripped from her at the pull of her hair. "Yes!" She cried out desperately. Finding herself successfully lured into this man's trap might not be such a bad thing after all.

It was quite obvious that he was pleased with her reactions to what he was doing, and she could feel his lips curl into a wicked grin on her neck. He came to a halt at her pulse point, and when she felt his teeth gently graze over the area, she had a feeling that a mark would be left behind. His lips closed around her skin and for a solid twenty seconds, she found herself falling deeper and deeper into a submissive role.

Her body was just acting on impulse; not a single cue from her brain required. She had to admit though, she was enjoying every second of this because if she were to wind up dead after all is said and done, at least she went out with a bang.

Hans eased her down onto the bed and she propped herself up on her elbows. She watched him as he hastily undressed, rubbing her thighs together teasingly. Her eyes raked down his toned torso, with her lip snugly between her teeth. He was likely in his fifties, but physically she'd never be able to tell.

He wasted no time in covering her body with his, his mouth latching onto every square inch of her skin that he could reach.

She moaned very softly at the caress of his lips and tongue over her bare skin as she tangled her fingers into his hair. "Do you have to tease me?" She questioned breathlessly, arching her back off the bed as his lips closed around one of her nipples.

"I want to hear you beg for me." The thought of being in a state of desperation to the point of begging for him to fuck her was sort of exhilarating. This was the type of sex that you fantasize about when you're all alone; the type that she would do almost anything to actually have.

"Good luck," she told him with a soft laugh, although she knew it wouldn't be long before she would be reduced into a pleading mess.

"I've always loved a challenge," he told her as he moved to rest on his side beside her. His right hand slowly brushed its way down into her panties again, his fingers teasing her with the gentlest of touches.

If it was a challenge he wanted, it was a challenge he would get. She put forth every last ounce of self-control she had, and tried her best to keep her cool. But damn, was it so hard when everything he did was a major turn on. He knew exactly what he was doing, and knew exactly what to do in order to get what he was craving so badly. "I like that," she finally mumbled, and before she knew it, her panties had been removed and ended up on top of the pile of forgotten garments on the floor.

"Do you want more, Fraulein?" he asked her with that seductive accented voice she was growing to adore.

Without answering, her hand curled around the back of his neck which made it very easy for her to bring his lips onto hers. This was their most aggressive kiss yet, and she could he sworn that she had tasted blood after a strong nip to her bottom lip.

In a frenzy of heavy breathing and desperate kisses, she drug her nails along the back of his neck and down along his shoulder. He groaned at that and pulled away to catch her eyes. "You must like it rough," he mused before standing up and taking a few steps backward from the bed. He pulled her up to her feet. "Close your eyes," he ordered, and she did exactly as he said.

She took that free moment to will her breathing to return to normal, even if just for a second. Once she was able to slightly catch her breath, she let out a nearly silent gasp when she felt cool metal pressing into her skin. She could hear the telltale clicking of handcuffs closing around her wrists. Apparently, when she had said 'cuff me', and he said 'later,' it wasn't in jest.

"Well, this'll be fun." Her eyes fell down to her hands, and directly to her now bound wrists that dangled just below hip level. He eased her down onto her knees before him, their gazes still locked. She leaned forward, tracing a series of slow and wet circles around the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue. Their eye contact was short lived when his head dropped back, and his hand tangled into her hair. She finally took him into her mouth slowly before she began to bob head at a leisurely pace. Every now and then, she'd allow her only her tongue to run along the underside of his member, earning her a pleased moan each time.

Eventually it wasn't enough for him, and he'd had it with her slow pace. For a few minutes, he repeatedly thrust in and out of her mouth just deep enough to not gag her.

He then hauled her up to her feet and crashed his lips into hers for a forceful kiss. She was eased onto her back on the bed, and she positioned her cuffed wrists above her head. His hands were then flat against her skin and they slowly made their way down her body. She arched into his touch, and goosebumps rose to her skin in the wake of his fingertips.

He pulled her forward so that she was perched just on the edge of the bed, and moved one of her legs to rest on his shoulder, the other hooked around his hip. With a thumb slowly rubbing circles over her clit, he positioned himself at her core and eased into her. She let out a deep moan as the sudden pressure made her body tingle. As he filled her fully, she struggled against her restraints, her nails digging into her palms.

The pleasure from his deep thrusts were undoing her already. Her composure was slipping at an alarming rate. All of her control was out the window. "Please..." she muttered as he stilled inside her.

"Please what?" He pressed, removing her leg from his shoulder so he could spread them.

The overwhelming desire for release was beginning to overtake her, and speech became something of a job. "Please..." she repeated, wriggling her wrists. He caught both of her wrists with one hand, and held them securely above her head, effectively restricting her movement.

"I asked you a question, Fraulein. Please, what?" his voice was firm and commanding, and it almost made her want to disobey out of curiosity.

"Please fuck me," she finally forced out, the pressure of his grip on her wrists causing the cool metal to dig into her skin almost painfully.

He gave her a dark chuckle. "Do you think you can handle it?" he questioned, his face now centimeters from hers.

Of course she could.

He picked up an agonizingly slow rhythm of thrusting now which only made her thirst for more. "I know I can," she conceded, her words ghosting over his lips.

"I wouldn't be so sure." Hans smirked before moving to the juncture of skin between her neck and her shoulder, and sinking his teeth in just enough to leave another mark.

Following one final nip to her shoulder, he stood up fully and finally at last released her wrists. His hands moved to grip roughly at her hips after moving both of her legs over one shoulder. Without any sort of a warning, his pace picked up and became more deliberate and forceful, but in a good way.

The small room was filled with panting and pleasured moans that consumed them both. She watched him as he thrust in and out, admiring the way his toned muscles flexed with his every movement. When he moved a hand to grasp at her skirt, she figured that she probably shouldn't be finding this man as sexy as she was. But at that moment, she didn't really give a fuck.

Abruptly, he slid out of her and flipped her over so that she was bent over the edge of the bed. He drew his hand across her ass with a deafening slap, and she yelped loudly and unexpectedly. He repeated the action again before entering her again easily.

One hand was planted firmly on her hip while the other gripped the bunched up fabric of her pleats. He quickly returned to his brisk pace he maintained before landing a third slap. Krista grasped at the bedding with a white knuckled grip, and Hans didn't cease his thrusting as he reached down for a handful of her hair. He yanked her upward until her back was arching into a deep curve to maintain her balance. He moved his hand out her tangled, messy hair and curled it around her throat without squeezing too hard.

Her hands flew up to hold onto his hand that was around her throat, and dug her sharp nails into his skin and that made him groan loudly. It spurred him on, his movements becoming more rough with each thrust. He tightened his grip on her throat, and the restriction of her breathing was turning her on more, if that was even possible.

"Do you like that, too?" he asked into her ear as he continued to slam into her.

"Yes," she replied, her nails digging into his skin again when his free hand moved to her clit. It was like a sensory overload, and she felt as though she was about to absolutely lose herself.

His thrusting began to grow erratic, and he released his hold on her. She fell down to the bed, catching herself with her hands. When Krista felt his fingers rubbing furiously over her clit, she began to whimper and twisted her fingers into the bedding again. She stifled a cry and her legs began to shake when she finally toppled over the edge into sheer ecstasy. "On your knees," he demanded through labored breathing.

She was still trying to catch her breath, but she did as he said. She dropped to her knees, and obediently opened her mouth for him. Hans grabbed her hair again to hold her where he wanted her while he placed the head of his cock on her tongue. After a few quick pumps of his hand, he released into her mouth with a loud groan. "Show me how filthy you are," he told her, a wicked grin on his lips. With a matching grin, she looked up at him and closed her mouth to swallow. "I like you," he said, pleased with what she had done.

He wasted no time in redressing himself, so Krista felt that she should follow suit. Except... She couldn't. "Can you take these off?" she asked with a chuckle as she held up her wrists.

"You don't want to keep them on? I thought you liked them." He rifled around in the pockets and came up empty. "Unfortunately, I have some bad news..."

"What?" she asked, shooting up to a seated position.

"I don't have the key."

Her mouth fell agape. "Please tell me that's a joke."

He shook his head. "I wish it was." Great. Now she was going to be handcuffed to herself for who knows how long. "I must have left it in my office. I will get it and come right back here."

"Nope. I'm coming with you. If I don't, you'll probably just leave me here like this," she declared, moving to the edge of the bed so she could stand up. "You just have to help me get dressed."

"I won't leave you handcuffed. But if you insist that you come along, I suppose I'll allow it." Now fully dressed, he smoothed his hair back into its professional queue. Not a single hair was out of place. It was like nothing ever happened.

"I must say, I enjoy seeing you like this." His eyes raked over her body and he simply drank in the sight of the beautiful woman standing handcuffed before him nearly nude. His hand closed around her bottom jaw again, and pulled her face to his for an overly eager kiss. He nipped at her bottom lip, and she giggled playfully out of enjoyment. "I've never met a woman quite like you."

"I hope that's a good thing," she said, crossing the room to grab her long jacket and slip back into her heels.

"It is." He placed the jacket over her shoulders, and buttoned it up the front for her.

She felt that she looked silly wearing a jacket and not having her hands peeking out from beneath the sleeves, but she would just have to suck it up and deal with it for a short while longer.

Landa's office was rather spacious, yet bare at the same time. There were only the necessities inside; a heavy wooden desk and leather chair, a lamp, and a series of filing cabinets along the back wall. With her newly discovered knowledge of Hans via Wikipedia, she was willing to venture a guess that there was a folder full of files tucked away in one of those cabinets that had Jonas's name on it. However, now was not the time to embrace her curiosity. She was much more concerned about getting the handcuffs taken off and being in public with nothing but a jacket and a skirt and no panties.

She sat perched on the desk, her legs crossed in a lady like fashion as they dangled off. Krista hadn't noticed just how sore she was until that moment. If she was that sore then, she could only imagine how she would feel the next morning.

"Ah. Here we are," he said once he finally located the key in question. He unbuttoned her jacket with the utmost care before grabbing her wrists and holding them up so he could set her free. "I hope I get the chance to do this to you again," he told her as he removed the restraints.

She rubbed her sore wrists, and flashed him a grin. "I'd let you."

"That's what I like to hear." He placed the handcuffs in a desk drawer along with the corresponding key and moved to stand between her legs. His hands moved beneath the hem of her skirt, and his fingers brushed over her inner thigh briefly, the unexpected touch making her jump. Krista placed one hand behind her on the desk as both of his hands came to rest on the tops of her legs. Her free hand landed on the back of his neck, urging him forward when she let her head fall back. The column of her throat was now exposed, and his lips were quick to explore the expanse of skin there.

"Standartenführer Landa, you are requested in the meeting room." The door was now opened, and a tall and slender, but not skinny, Gestapo Major stood in the door. His eyes were a piercing ice blue, and his dark hair was slicked back and smooth. Although Krista sat atop the desk, the Major didn't seem to be phased in the slightest. Perhaps having women nearly naked in his office wasn't out of the ordinary.

Krista hurried to pull her jacket closed across her body, her cheeks blushing a furious shade of scarlet as she turned her attention to the floor. "I'll be there momentarily," he growled, clearly frustrated with the interruption.

Krista looked up for a second, she and the Major had locked eyes before the embarrassment set in, and she returned her attention to the floor. The Major turned to Hans after another few seconds of his eyes lingering on Krista and nodded. "Yes, sir." He turned and walked out.

"I'm sorry about that," he apologized, rubbing the back of his neck. His fingertips traced over the welts left by Krista's nails before buttoning her jacket back up for her after she slipped her arms into the sleeves.

Krista stood up from the desk, and pushed her hair behind her ears. "It's alright." She took a step toward him, her hand curling around his neck again, their lips meeting gently. Their tongues mingled teasingly for a second before she pulled away. "I guess I should get going."

"I'll escort you out." He placed a hand on the small of her back and walked her out of the office and out of the building. She could feel the judgmental gazes of the officers tearing into her, but she forced herself to block it out. She felt like they knew something was up, but she had to act like something wasn't up. She couldn't give them a reason to keep tabs on her.

Although, Hans already had his eye on her. He'd been watching her from day one. He had noticed her walking alone from the train station first evening she was in Paris. Something about her caught his eye, and something about her stood out to him, but he just couldn't place his finger on it. Her clothing seemed odd at first glance. His initial assumption: A traveler from another country. He took a mental note of her mannerisms and the way she carried herself. He noticed a mysterious air of confidence to her, just by the way she walked. She was a woman with a plan.

It was then that he decided it was time for a little investigation. He had been lurking behind her in the shadows just out of sight ever since, watching her like a hawk and analyzing her every move.

Outside of the Gestapo headquarters, the sun was beginning to set off to the west down Avenue Foch. It bathed the city sky in cool violets and warm red, the view nothing short of breathtaking. "I hope to see you again soon." He pulled the collar of her jacket down and smirked when his eyes fell onto the marks he had left on her skin. "I enjoyed this." He ran a thumb over one of the darker bruises before fixing her collar. "Did you?"

"If I didn't, I would have tried to stop you." She offered him a smile before tying the belt of her jacket around her waist securely. "I'll be seeing you soon, Standartenführer Landa," she said with a smirk before turning on her heel and heading the direction of the inn.

He couldn't help but let his eyes wander over her curves as she distanced herself from him. "I'll be seeing you too, Fraulein."