Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Something about this woman. He didn’t understand it, this wild attraction he felt for someone he’d known for a few hours. It was precisely why he should dismiss her and move on.
Dude, you have a job to do. Remember the CIA gig we signed up for? His brain was working overtime. This is the job that will take us to the next level. Go America. Rah, rah, Team USA, and after you’ve done this job you can tell everyone who thinks you’re a dumbass because you came in via the Green Berets to suck it. All you have to do is focus. Eyes on the prize.
His dick was less eloquent. Boobs. Boobs. Boooooobbbbbs.
“If you’re still nervous about me, perhaps you should question me, Sir.” She licked across that bottom lip he wanted to suck on and looked up at him. “You could tie me up and make me tell you the truth.”
And just like that his brain shut off.
And he knew he was in serious trouble.
Part Four
Ian looked down at the woman kneeling in front of him and wondered if there was any blood left in his brain. His dick seemed to have taken all of it. He was supposed to be interrogating Charlie Denisovitch, but all he could think about was tossing her on the bed and shoving his cock in.
If his friends could see him now…
He was the Ice Man. No one got to him. Down, dick, down. When he knew what her game was, he would decide if he would play.
Yeah, because you’re going to walk away from that, Tag. Sure, you are. She could have a gun to your head and you would still try to fuck her.
“Master Ian?” Charlie’s big blue eyes stared up at him. Her dark hair flowed around her shoulders, brushing the top of her corset. Those silky tresses would likely curl around her nipples when he got her naked.
That was a bad idea. The better plan would be to tie her up, torture her a little, break her down and ask her the questions he needed to know. When he had her so desperate for an orgasm she couldn’t think straight, she would tell him the truth or he would be able to see through her lies. He would bind her hands and use a crop on her, touch her through those clothes so things didn’t get too personal.
Sex didn’t have to be personal. It could be an itch one scratched and then moved on. He tended to keep his “relationships” light and purely transactional.
Yes, if she proved somewhat trustworthy, he would push that tiny thong of hers out of the way, fuck her hard, and send her on her way.
“If you’ve changed your mind, I can go,” she said quietly. “I understand. Your job requires a delicate hand, and I’m not exactly clean. I’m an assassin, Master Ian. I’m sure the Agency has a file on me. You should read it. I’m here in Paris for a few weeks. If you’re still interested in playing, you can look me up.”
She started to stand.
He put his hands on his hips, glaring down at her. Apparently the look was enough to get her to sit her pretty ass back down. “I didn’t give you leave to go, and you didn’t say your safe word. Are you so ill trained that you don’t have a patient bone in your body? Tell me about your past Masters.”
“I was only saying…” she began.
He wound a hand in that soft as sable hair of hers and twisted. “I didn’t require an explanation of your actions. I gave you an order to tell me about your past Masters. I’m going to explain this to you because apparently they did not. I’m the Dom. In this club I rule. You do as I command or you safe word out and we can be done.”
It was how all of his D/s contacts worked. And yes, he called them contacts because they weren’t girlfriends, and he didn’t take permanent subs. He played and fucked and everyone went their separate ways. He didn’t explain himself. He didn’t have to.
Tears shimmered in her eyes. “I don’t…I wasn’t…uhm, I’ve had two Doms. The first was a training Dom and I didn’t have sex with him. It was a club in Moscow. We were…are friends. He’s a nice man.”
Now they were getting somewhere. “And the second?”
She flushed prettily. “Uhm, I had to assassinate him. It was a perfectly clean kill. It was honestly the easiest breakup I’ve ever had.”
He released her hair as the laughter bubbled up, easy and bright. It wasn’t a feeling he was used to. The only people who ever made him laugh were Alex and Sean, and that was mostly when they were doing something dumbass. And the women he’d been with, god, they would never admit to assassinating an ex. Probably because none of them would have assassinated an ex. Well, most of them. He’d tangled with a chick from MSS who’d tried to murder him right after he’d given her a killer orgasm, so she counted.