Page 69 of Trapping His Assassin

Roman

I finally caught up to her. She’d tried to lose us with doppelgangers. Every time we caught up, it was the wrong woman. The last one pissed me off so much that I slit her throat before I finished the interrogation.

When we hunted them down on the ship, I had to hide like a stowaway. My Uncle Benedikt was dressed as one of the wait staff, and he came down to the cargo hold, to let me out of the large container I’d been left in.

I observed my wife enjoying the warm rays of sunshine on the deck, anticipation running through my veins. We had three days, maybe four, on this ship before we docked. That was a long time to be stuck together.

I would punish my little killer until she stopped doubting who she belonged to. “Little wife,” I responded with a crackly sound. How I wished my voice was deep and warm, like honey slowly dripping off its comb.

I lifted her up and kissed her, soft and gentle at first, my tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her. I pulled her even closer, my kiss becoming more aggressive, more needy.

She moaned as her breath and heart rate began to climb.

My manhood pulsed against her, hard and throbbing. It had been days since we’d last been intimate, partly because of the hecticness of the hunt, and the influx of danger it presented. But also because I wanted to enjoy the constant build-up, the edging, the teasing, the flirting.

When the kiss finally broke, she stared up at me, eyes full of need and desire. A loud broken cry came from her lips.

“Shh, little wife,” I cooed. “Close your eyes.”

She didn’t fight me, and I stood shocked as she obliged. I draped the blindfold over her face in case. She never moved. She stayed there, eyes closed, waiting for my next command. Waiting for me like a good fucking girl. I relished her patience at this moment.

I moved my lips to her ear and nipped playfully, my warm breath giving her chills. I twisted around her to the side and then behind, my tongue trailing her skin from ear to neck. She moaned in delight before I grabbed her wrists forcefully, pulling them behind her back.

The sudden force caused her back to arch slightly as I held her wrists tightly together. I started tying her hands, teasing her skin with the coarse fibers, as I deftly and swiftly tied her wrists together, palm to palm.

No more running, little killer.

She stood there, blindfolded, hands pulled and bound behind her back. I swiftly interlaced the knots, locking her arms in place. The rope then caressed her chest as I wrapped it around her, tightening it beneath her breasts, the pressure hopefully soothing.

“Be a good girl,” I chuckled while checking the fastenings.

She stumbled backward toward the bed.

I stopped and tied the rope around the bedpost. Then I walked away, no other words, silence. She stood there for a moment, wiggling her wrists. Still no freedom. She pulledagainst the leash, but it was tethered to the large canopy bed. No freedom. She opened her mouth to speak, but immediately closed it.

I waited her out, wondering if she would break my rules, as I headed out of the room. Would she scream? There was no sound as I rushed back, dragging another rope on the floor.

I wanted her to hear it.

“Good girl,” I cooed at my wife for her obedience. My cock was rock hard watching her submit to me.

As a reward, I untethered her arms from the bed, but her wrists remained bound. I couldn’t risk it. Not with her skills.

With the leash, I guided her to the front of the bed. I pushed her to her knees and she sat there obediently, full of desire and need.

I was in front of her in a flash. My body was warm and radiated heat in the cool cabin. The breeze from the small window was a welcome respite from the heat she ignited in my veins.

I unzipped my pants. When I stepped forward, she rubbed the head of my cock against her nose and face. Before long she was nuzzling my dick.

“Suck it,” I commanded, finished with this tempting seduction.

She opened her mouth, letting me push my warm and pulsing manhood into her.

She traced her tongue around my head, before bobbing in and out, trying her best in her bound position to please me. And God, did she do so!

I moaned, and that seemed to encourage her further.

With a pop, my dick was out of her mouth, and she hungrily sought it out, taking her tongue and dragging it along the underside of my shaft, causing me to shudder.

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