“Mmm, shame to let a big cock like this go to waste. Don’t worry, by the time I’m done you’ll be all emptied out.”
I’m eager to see her fulfill that promise, and she goes to it hungrily, until it’s hard for me to stand. It’s quite a sight, watching her tight lips press around my shaft, staring down her back to get a delicious view of her round ass. As she pumps her head and sucks my cock she deftly undoes her bra, baring one of the most perfect sets of tits I have ever seen. I reach down to cop a feel and she wriggles out of the way.
“Naughty,” she purrs. “Give me a treat and you can touch all you want.”
A treat?
Oh.
She goes to it, until I’m standing there straining, knees buckling, and I can’t hold back anymore. Like she can sense it, she plunges her head down as I explode. I’m treated to the sensation of her throat contracting around my shaft and milking me dry as she gulps it down, as a ball-draining, muscle-clenching orgasm shocks through my body.
She draws back but keeps sucking, squeezing out every drop. When she finally ducks back, there’s not even a hint of it on her chin. She licks her lips anyway.
“Hell of a bonus.”
“That was just a tip. The bonus is on the bed.”
She rises with a dancer’s grace, turns, and twists artfully as she bends at the hips, holds her legs straight, and strips her panties down her silky thighs, arching her back to give me a full view of her *. It takes everything I’ve got not to lunge at her and eat her out right there. She stands and walks around the bed, and rolls across it, spreading herself out.
First, though, she grabs the rope from the briefcase.
I might be able to trust her if she’s tied up.
I kick out of my shoes and crawl across the bed. She undoes my shirt and spreads it open, and she sits up and peels back the shoulders of my shirt.Her soft breasts touch my chest, the touch of them as smooth as clean silk, except for the hot brush of her tight nipples. I loop my arms around her and fall on her, her hot skin sliding against mine.
“You want your bonus now?” she purrs, running her hands over my cock. “Ooh, look at you. Still hard. Most guys need a breather after I finish with them.”
“Not me,” I smirk. “I can go all night.”
“Mmmm, I’ll bet you can. These are for you.” She shakes the ropes in her other hand.
“Give me your wrists.”
“Oh no, they’re not to tie me down. Just let me strap you in and close your eyes, baby. This will be the highlight of your life.”
I snort. “No, hon. Not my thing. Why don’t we just—”
“Fuck,” she snaps, and wriggles out from under me.
She’s fast, and slippery like a freaking eel. I try to grab her. Buck-ass naked and loosely gripping a loop of ropes, she slips through my arms, the length of rope between stretched between her hands. I push her back but the silk rubs hot around my throat, and with a jerk of her arm it tightens on my airway. Before I can grab it, the silk cord bites into my skin and crushes my neck, and panic sets in. For a moment I flail, and stare at her. My stupid instincts scream at me that I can’t hit a girl.
So I don’t. I shove my arms up between hers and break her grip. The rope tightens on my neck so hard I think it’s going to pop my eyeballs out, but her grip on the rope breaks and I shove her. She rolls off the bed.
I surge to my feet, coughing, and yank the fucking thing off and throw it aside. Before I can turn around she kicks the table over, the briefcase falls, and she rips back part of the lid and yanks out a pair of wicked six-inch knives, their mirrored edges so sharp they blur in the dim light, and charges after me buck-ass naked, razor-sharp steel flashing in the air.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I rasp, ducking out of the way.
“Fulfilling my contract,” she says, and comes at me again.
She’s fast, too goddamn fast. I catch one wrist and feel a hot bite in my side. She tried to stab me but the blade slid over my ribs instead, opening a two-inch-long gash that’s currently sending way too much blood running down my leg. I try to pull her into an armlock but she’s too damned slippery, and it’s only by a hair’s breadth that the tip of her knife doesn’t bite right into my chest and slide into my heart, and then the other one is coming at me.
The edges are so sharp I can’t feel the cuts until my arms are bleeding and there’s another gash in my leg. She darts back, lunging and feinting at me with the knives, and somehow her sinuous naked body is still beautiful, even with splatters of my blood on her face and chest.
“You should have let me tie you up,” she hisses, circling me. “I’d have let you come again before I cut your throat.”
“Thanks, that’s really sweet of you.”