I'm aware that I probably shouldn't be in her house, but my Little Flower needs a lesson about not crossing me. It's important for her to understand her role and the limits she should respect when we interact. There's something fascinating about witnessing her fear and pleas for mercy, only to watch her gradually release her anxiety and embrace the pleasure that envelops her.
It's truly captivating to see her body quiver with delight in response to my touch, and I find great joy in that.
The scent of her arousal is intoxicating, her core eager and inviting. It tempts me to take action, but I hold back. After all, where's the fun in rushing things?
As I bring my face closer to her, I glance up to gauge her reaction for just a moment. Her expressions are something I deeply appreciate.
She trembles with expectation, uncertain if I'll indulge her or not.
She's quite adorable.
The blindfold I placed over her eyes enhances her allure, and her reactions to my gentle caresses send electric thrills through me. She may hold the power to make me kneel, but she has no control over my life.
That power rests solely with me.
I am the one who can influence any life.
Including that of my Little Flower.
"You're absolutely adorable, Little Flower," I said with genuine warmth. She's deserving of such praise.
Her only response was a soft whimper, a mix of fear and curiosity evident in her heavy breathing. But that didn't concern me; my main desire is to seek my own pleasure, perhaps hers as well. She ought to appreciate that I'm about to reveal to her a taste of something truly heavenly—something I've never done for anyone else. In fact, she should be grateful for this experience.
Leaning closer, I let my tongue explore her slickness, eliciting an unanticipated moan from her. I couldn't help but chuckle at her surprise.
"Ah~ stop! Ahhh~," she gasped, caught between pleasure and protest, but deep down, we both knew she was enjoying it. She's simply in denial and needs to learn to embrace her feelings.
Such a naughty girl.
I continued to savor her warmth, licking and teasing her as my fingers explored her outer lips for better access to her sweetness. Gradually, I focused my tongue on her clit, sucking gently while switching between soft circles and brisk flicks, causing her body to arch in response to the escalating pleasure that filled the room.
As she squirmed, her legs trembled against my face, and I could sense she was nearing her climax. With her hands gripping the bed sheets and her breaths becoming more labored, she was lost in pure ecstasy.
I could feel the sweat forming on my brow as I continued to indulge in her sweetness. The effect she has on me is intoxicating, even as someone who typically remains detached and unemotional, a man otherwise hardened by dark experiences.
"Mhm~ Little Flower~," I murmured against her sensitive core, my fingers teasing her, swirling around her entrance as if daring her to plead for more.
"I've released your wrists, Little Flower~ yet here you are, not trying to push me away," I noted in a calm voice, my fingers still stimulating her, drawing out soft moans from her. "Are you finally yielding to the pleasure I'm offering you?" My chuckle seemed to provoke a reaction from her, causing her to gasp in surprise.
Before I could continue to tease her further, she reacted with frustration and began to twist away from me, but I was faster. Years of experience tracking people gave me insight into their next moves, and this woman was remarkably predictable.
"Stay still," I commanded with firm authority, my arms firmly wrapped around her thighs to immobilize her, forcing her legs wide. My tongue persisted in tormenting her core, disregarding her cries of both fury and delight.
She was overwhelmed with shame and humiliation that her body was reacting to my touch.
And that feeling in her only fueled my own pleasure.
I loved knowing that she was aware of her reaction.
"STOP! I won't—"
My patience was wearing thin, and her shouts of resistance only intensified my resolve; I plunged my fingers back inside her core. Her body jolted violently backward as if struck, her mouth opening wide in a silent gasp of surprise and intense feeling.
"AHHH~!"
A smirk played on my lips.
"That's it. Now, simply yield and moan for me," I said with a cold edge to my voice, and began driving my fingers rapidly and deeply into her center, curling them to strike her most sensitive point with every powerful thrust. Her sounds grew louder and more frantic as the minutes passed while I pleasured her desperate, slick heat until I could barely contain myself, and I began to stroke her core faster, adding a slight increase in pressure.
I could feel my own desire tightening fiercely beneath my clothing. I longed to strip the fabric away and take her right there, but my immediate focus was on her climax.
I needed to witness her release.
Her moans dissolved into screams and raw, pure cries of ecstasy as I felt her hips arch up, seeking harder contact as her entrance pushed against my mouth. It was a sensation that threatened to shatter my control.
"God..." I hissed, overcome by need. My focused actions kept pace with her movements in a rising crescendo of lust and dark promises. My hands gripped her thighs tightly, leaving red marks.
"Come apart for me..."
At the sound of those powerful, commanding words, her body suddenly seized up in absolute bliss, followed by a loud, hoarse cry. Her face was flushed crimson, and her essence flooded around my fingers as I maintained my rhythm, riding the wave of her powerful orgasm.
When the intensity finally subsided, I gently withdrew my fingers, perfectly coated in her moisture. I brought them to my mouth without hesitation, savoring her taste.
"You taste so delicious, Little flower." I moved up to loom over her, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her release. She looked utterly captivating.
"But we are not finished yet." I saw her body recoil at my words, a reaction I found immensely stimulating. My hand clamped down on her jawline, causing her to groan from the sharp pressure. "This is only the beginning, Little flower."
She whimpered with fear, her head shaking, and I could see tears start to leak from beneath the edge of the white blindfold.
"Please..." she begged, but her plea had no effect on me. I answered with a soft chuckle and a sigh as I released the tight hold on her skin.
"No." My eyes shone with a malicious gleam as I leaned in close to her ear, making her breath catch. "After all, I did promise to send you to heaven."
Hearing that, she gasped in shock. Her body tensed, trying to sit up, but I swiftly shoved her back down and delivered a sharp slap across her face. The sound echoed in the room, instantly silencing her. She didn't move or make another sound.
She was frozen in disbelief.
And that reaction made me even more aroused.
In a rush, I tore open the buttons of my pants, which seemed to jar her back to reality; she screamed and kicked out, connecting with my abdomen.
"Ugh!" I groaned, clutching my stomach, my gaze fixed on her as she scrambled from the bed, attempting to flee, but my reflexes were faster. I seized her arm and yanked her back onto the mattress.
"NOOOOOO!!!" She screamed desperately, her cries ignored. I quickly straddled her lap, my weight pressing down so she could only squirm and punch me. The inability to effectively kick me was almost endearing.
I accepted her flailing punches and screams. They had no impact. Her blows felt as inconsequential as being hit with a soft piece of bread.
"That's right, Little flower. Keep shouting and hitting me. But we both know that your screams will soon be for my name," I breathed close to her ear, tracing kisses down her jawline to her throat, leaving behind more bruised marks of affection while my hands continued to unfasten my pants and slide them down, pulling off my boxers as well. My erection sprang free, hard and demanding, poised to claim what was mine.
My hands then shifted to her legs as I changed position, no longer sitting over her, and pulled her legs apart. Her core was already flushed and wet, ready to be taken. I moved my hips toward hers, the tip of my member just grazing her entrance while I intently watched her reaction. She let out another sharp gasp, but she remained still.
My Little flower already understood that any move displeasing to me would only result in pain. And that was the trait I appreciated most: she was a quick study and not genuinely defiant. Though I knew she saw herself as stubborn, in my eyes, she was not.
"Please, stop..." she pleaded. But I knew the truth—she desired it.
She desperately wanted my entrance.
Ignoring her request, I slowly drove my member inside her. Her body instantly trembled with shocking pleasure. My head was barely past her opening, but damn, I could already tell she was incredible. My body shook with anticipation and raw lust, but I froze when I saw her blindfold starting to slip; my hand shot out and quickly adjusted the fabric.
She had almost caught a glimpse of my face.
I noticed her head tilt slightly, a gesture of confusion.
"You can't see, Little flower..." I murmured.
"Not today." I sighed.
"Why?" she asked. Such innocence. It was not the right moment for her to see what I looked like, even though I longed for her to see my features. "Because I said so," I answered, then pushed my hips in a little further. My cock was barely seated within her exquisite heat.
Ring!
Ring!
Ring!
My gaze snapped away in irritation, and I quickly pulled my phone from my pocket.
"Fucking hell. Who is this now?" I hissed and checked the caller ID.
The screen simply read: 'Leader'.
I sighed in sharp frustration, weighing whether I should continue taking her or not, but I wasn't willing to risk messing with this man. I didn't know his true nature or the extent of his capability.
Making a quick decision, I pulled my member out of her and answered the call. I could feel her breath steadying, the sex abruptly paused. And surprisingly, it didn't anger me, because I knew we would finish this sooner or later.
The Leader was briefing me on another assassination mission, related to the targets his organization was hunting. I simply nodded, listening to all the instructions the man gave. After ending the call, I returned my phone to my pocket.
"I want to continue, Little flower. But duty calls," I said in a grave tone, running an annoyed hand through my hair. I wanted to possess her so badly, but my business demanded attention, and I couldn't ignore it.
"I don't want to continue..." she denied, and I let out a deep, throaty laugh at her words, finding them amusing as I retrieved the fox mask and settled it back over my face. "Oh, Little flower. Denial is acceptable; it's natural for people," I said, my expression knowing, then leaned in closer. She flinched as she sensed my proximity. "But we both know that you were begging for me to be inside you."
With those final words, I slapped her core. She let out a surprised yelp, and I chuckled with satisfaction, then rose to leave. I took one last, lingering look at her, lying there on the bed.
"I despise you..." she spat as she removed the white blindfold. I could clearly see her anger directed at me. The intensity of her glare was oddly endearing.
And somehow enticing.
Her hair fell perfectly over her shoulder, and the flush on her face as she looked at me was almost irresistible, making me want to overpower her completely until we were both left breathless and unable to move for days.
I chuckled lightly at her bitter words and crossed my arms, returning her gaze with a flirtatious smirk visible through the mask.
"And I want you just as much." Her eyes widened at my statement, and after giving her one last lingering look, I stepped out of her bedroom, refocusing on my objective.
I needed to head to the city again, specifically to the nightclub where the owner had connections to the individuals I was searching for.
Another target to eliminate.
And another trophy to collect.
This was going to be exhilarating.