Page 49 of Assistant to the Assassin

“I have an IUD, and you said you haven’t been with anyone in years…”

He drops his act and raises a brow my way, seeking confirmation. “You are okay not using a condom?”

I nod. “I want to feel you.”

He grins, stepping behind me and rubbing his throbbing erection against my folds, making us both moan. He gives my ass cheek a small smack, not enough for it to sting, and then gives the same treatment to the other. “Is that okay? Or do you like it harder?”

“Harder,” I whisper, and when he smacks me again, I arch into his touch, loving the muted sting his hand produced. “Just like that.”

I feel his cock nudge the entrance to my pussy, and with one hand on the small of my back and the other rubbing my still-stinging ass cheek, he starts to sink into me.

“Fuck,” he curses, pausing about halfway in, letting my body adjust. “How does it feel?”

I frantically nod, leaning back against him. “Keep going.”

He continues pressing into me until he’s buried to the hilt, and instead of fucking me, he bends over me until his chest is pressed against my back and his mouth is near my ear. “Are you going to keep telling me what to do, B?”

I shake my head, leaning my forehead against the rumpled blankets. “No.”

“You don’t get to come until I say so, and if you continue to be a brat or you disobey me, I’m going to take it out on your ass. Now, if I do something you don’t like or you want to stop, use a safe word of your choosing.”

“Dracarys,” I tell him, earning a chuckle.

“You want your safe word to be the phrase Daenerys Targaryen used to order her dragons to burn her enemies?”

I shrug. “I tried thinking of words I wouldn’t say during sex, and that was the first thing that popped in my head.”

Snickering, he places a kiss on my shoulder, then he gets off of me, resuming his earlier position of standing behind me. He twirls my hair around in his fingers until it’s wrapped around his fist, then he pulls gently, using my hair as a handle. “Are you ready?”

I’ve been ready for three years. “Yes.”

I can hear the smile in his voice as he says, “I haven’t even moved and yet your little pussy is trying to strangle my cock. Are you close, B? I can feel how wet you are, how aroused that clit of yours is.”

Who knew Henry had such a dirty mouth? “No, I can only come with your permission,” I reply.

He gives a low hum, slowly pulling out of me, only to plunge back in. “Good girl.”

He starts a steady pace, one that drives me absolutely up the wall. His cock is massaging my inner walls and my G-spot in a toe-curling way, but his speed is so fucking slow it’s preventing me from building up to my own release, which is exactly what he wants. This is punishment for my comments, for ordering him around.

“You’re such a fucking bastard,” I hiss, looking at him over my shoulder. In answer, he slaps my ass hard, no doubt leaving an angry red handprint behind.

“What was that, B?” he asks, feigning ignorance.

“You’re going too slow!” I growl, trying to fuck myself on his cock, but he’s holding me in place by my hips.

The next time he plunges into me, he does so almost violently, snapping his hips into mine. I jolt from the impact. “Is this what you want, B?”

He continues to fuck me at this brutal pace, his one hand clutching on to my hair while the other takes a couple more swings at my backside. All the while his balls are slapping against my clit, making my orgasm go from distant to right within reach.

He pulls on my hair until I’m forced to kneel on my knees, with my back against his chest. He lets go of my hair and explores my body with his hands, caressing my breasts, my ribs, my naval, but he actively avoids my clit. His lips trail kisses up my neck and shoulder, and I lean my head back against his chest to give him full access. With all of his touches and the brutal rhythm of his cock, I’m right on the edge, but my body seems to take Henry’s directions to heart, never plunging over the cliff because he hasn’t given the word that I can.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before. I feel almost dizzy from it, like I might pass out from the pleasure building inside of me. I want to give all the credit to H’s bedroom prowess, but part of what makes this moment so monumental is him being the person I’m sharing it with. For so long, I thought I’d never get the chance to do this, to be connected with Henry in every way possible, to see him at his most vulnerable, to be worshipped with his hands, mouth, and body.

Dropping all games and attitude, I tilt my head until my forehead is resting against his neck. I place a small, chaste kiss on his jaw, reaching my arm behind me to wrap around his neck, holding him against me. “I love you.”

He cups my cheek with one hand while continuing to explore my body with the other; as he tilts my face up to capture my lips with his, his nimble, scarred fingers finally touch my clit, and within seconds, I’m coming so hard my vision blacks out for a moment. While I’m caught up in the throes of my own climax, Henry reaches his, groaning my name as he comes inside of me.

Henry leans his forehead against mine, cradling my exhausted body against his. “I love you, too, B.”

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