Page 40 of Assistant to the Assassin

He nods, blowing air on my wet pussy, making me squirm. “You betrayed me. If you want to keep your life, you will yield to me by apologizing.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry for betraying you!” I blurt, not even caring about the game anymore, just wanting to come.

He clucks his tongue in disapproval. “You’re such a rotten liar.”

He licks my pussy again, avoiding my clit and instead focusing on my opening. He teases it a little, then I feel two fingers push inside me, curving upwards to hit right on my G-spot. I let out a whimper as he fucks me with his finger, using his tongue to circle around my clit without ever touching it directly.

“I’m sorry I betrayed you, Henry, it will never happen again!” I shout, wishing I could bury my hands into his hair and close my legs around his head.

“You lost the right to call me by my first name,” he replies against my pussy, the vibration of his voice adding to the acute torture.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Cai.”

“Not that either.”

God, he’s such an asshole. “I’m sorry, sir.”

He chuckles darkly, like a villain about to set his evil plan in motion. “That’s more like it. You need to learn how to respect your employer. It’s clear given your bossy attitude and your betrayal that you have none. I’m the boss, not you.”

“You’re right,” I sob, trying to buck my hips against his fingers and mouth. “I’ll do better from now on, sir.”

“You’re damn right you will.” He kisses my clit while his eyes flick up to mine. “Who is in charge?”

“You are, sir,” I reply.

“Who makes the rules?”

“You do, sir.”

“Who owns you?” he asks, biting down on my clit hard. “Who owns this pussy?”

“You do, sir. No one else but you, I swear.”

“That’s a good girl,” he croons. “Now come for me. Drown me.”

He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I’m a goner. With a cry of his name, I come around his fingers, giving him exactly what he asked for. He lets out a satisfied hum as he continues to flick my clit, wringing every ounce of pleasure from my body that he can. When I’ve finally stopped, he places a soft, tender kiss on my mound.

His brown eyes are wild with lust, and the hard-on he’s sporting in his sweats looks painful. He catches me staring at him as he gets off the ground, and his mouth, still wet from my pussy, curves into a grin. “There’s one more thing I require, one more method of repentance.”

I know where this is going and I am vibrating with excitement. “Can you please unhook the cuffs? Please?”

Henry gives a shallow nod, unlocking the handcuffs and letting me free from my imprisonment. I sit up, my dress falling back down to my sticky thighs, and watch as Henry undoes the strings of his pants, fishing out his hard cock. From what I felt when I gave him a hand job, I knew he was super girthy, but his length is pretty normal, no more than six inches.

Which is good for later because there’s no way I’m putting a horse cock inside me.

“If it’s too much, tap on my thigh,” he says, waiting for me to give verbal confirmation before guiding his cock to my lips.

I immediately latch on and suck, wrapping my hands around the base and jerking my wrists in small but assertive tugs. Henry curses, gripping on to my hair tightly, my curls filling his hands.

I may not have a ton of sexual experience, but I know my way around a blow job. Shitty men I went on dates with would guilt me or bargain with me for them, and of course they wouldn’t reciprocate. They wouldn’t want to have sex either, and it made me feel like I wasn’t beautiful enough to take the next step with. I think every plus-size woman can relate to that—the feeling of inadequacy, of failure.

But Henry has never made me feel like that.

He is gripping on to my head like it will keep him from being swept away. His eyes are shut, his head tilted back in bliss as I continue my ministrations. He’s murmuring my name, giving me soft praises that make me feel like Aphrodite. Not to mention that five minutes ago he worshipped my body like my grandma worshipped Jesus in a church.

I’ve never felt so sexy in my life.

“B, I’m about to come,” he warns, rocking his hips subtly into my mouth, using my head as an anchor. “Pull back now if that’s what you want.”

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