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Surprised, Victor returned the kiss, his hunger for her reaching a point to where it had never been before. He broke the kiss then picked her up for a moment to dash to his bedroom where he set her down, “Sorry m’lady,” he said by way of explaining the sudden dash to his room, “but you did say now,” and then he went about stripping himself of the remainder of his clothes. Victor undid his belt and pants then pushed them down along with his boxers in rapid succession, his cock springing to attention. He noticed the stark difference between the two of them; he was completely naked, while she was still fully clothed. Victor stood there, eyes on her, roaming her body as if she were already unclothed, and waited.

Summer’s desire to draw it out further warred sharply with her need for Victor. Need won, in quick succession, and she stripped with economy. “Come, god, come here,” she demanded, reaching out for him. “Lie down, Victor darling.”

Victor nearly sprang from where he stood and to her then to the bed. He laid down quickly, holding his upper body up with his elbows as he watched her. She was gorgeous, truly gorgeous and this new light he was seeing her in only made her more so.

It only took a moment to swing her leg over him and then finally, finally, she was sliding down on him, taking him in, and the way it felt, after teasing and dominating and commanding, was overwhelming. She could not move for the stars flashing behind her eyes, and braced her hands against his wrists. “Move,” she whispered. “Move, assassin mine, and take your pleasure.”

Victor’s eyes nearly rolled back as he felt her slide down on him, a small “fuck” tumbling from his lips. It was almost as if something had gone off inside of him and at her request he set a hard and fast pace. His main focus was on her, on getting her off, and even with her bracing herself against his wrists he bent down and suckled at her breasts a bit while his hips moved and angled themselves until he could find the right spot that would send her over the edge.

After Victor’s earlier efforts, it didn’t take much to bring Summer to the edge again. She bent her head forward, eyes closing, and began to kiss every part of him within reach. Her breathing rasped, and then she shuddered, smothering a cry in Victor’s hair.

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“Strip,” she ordered, pressing a hand to her chest, over her racing pulse. “Bedroom. Now.” She couldn’t find articulate words. Even though she had just given him orders, she couldn’t resist bending down and seizing his mouth, kissing painfully hard.

Surprised, Victor returned the kiss, his hunger for her reaching a point to where it had never been before. He broke the kiss then picked her up for a moment to dash to his bedroom where he set her down, “Sorry m’lady,” he said by way of explaining the sudden dash to his room, “but you did say now,” and then he went about stripping himself of the remainder of his clothes. Victor undid his belt and pants then pushed them down along with his boxers in rapid succession, his cock springing to attention. He noticed the stark difference between the two of them; he was completely naked, while she was still fully clothed. Victor stood there, eyes on her, roaming her body as if she were already unclothed, and waited.

Summer’s desire to draw it out further warred sharply with her need for Victor. Need won, in quick succession, and she stripped with economy. “Come, god, come here,” she demanded, reaching out for him. “Lie down, Victor darling.”

Victor nearly sprang from where he stood and to her then to the bed. He laid down quickly, holding his upper body up with his elbows as he watched her. She was gorgeous, truly gorgeous and this new light he was seeing her in only made her more so.

It only took a moment to swing her leg over him and then finally, finally, she was sliding down on him, taking him in, and the way it felt, after teasing and dominating and commanding, was overwhelming. She could not move for the stars flashing behind her eyes, and braced her hands against his wrists. “Move,” she whispered. “Move, assassin mine, and take your pleasure.”

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She leaned down, hands lightly on his shoulders. “Hands and mouth, my darling. You are so very good at that. Then, perhaps, I will allow you to take yours. You do wish to please me, do you not?”

Victor nodded then licked his lips before scooting forward a little and setting about pulling down her pants and underwear. Her scent hit his nostrils and he inhaled, the aroma invigorating him. Then he spread her legs a bit so that he could have better access and ran his tongue over her. Out of habit his movements were slow, meaning to be tantalizing but soon he probed at her entrance with a finger before inserting his index finger. Both his tongue and his finger were moving at a slow, even and steady pace.

Before long, she was having to use his shoulders to keep her balance, head thrown back against the raw pleasure of it. “Victor, ohh,” she chanted, raggedly. They would definitely have to play this game again, because god! the result was glorious. “More,” she told him, fingertips digging into his shoulders. “I /want/ you.”

Victor was losing himself in her pleasure and at her chants he licked and sucked at her clit, quickening the pace of his finger and adding another. The feel of her nails digging into him sent wonderful pinpricks of pleasure through him and his hunger for her grew. At her last comment he paused and looked up at her, his chin and mouth moist and he was panting. “You want me to fuck you m’lady? With my mouth and fingers or…?” His eyes were big and dark as he looked up at her, the dark black pupils nearly obliterating the colour of his eyes. He also became aware of the not so dull throb coming from his cock.

“Strip,” she ordered, pressing a hand to her chest, over her racing pulse. “Bedroom. Now.” She couldn’t find articulate words. Even though she had just given him orders, she couldn’t resist bending down and seizing his mouth, kissing painfully hard.

Surprised, Victor returned the kiss, his hunger for her reaching a point to where it had never been before. He broke the kiss then picked her up for a moment to dash to his bedroom where he set her down, “Sorry m’lady,” he said by way of explaining the sudden dash to his room, “but you did say now,” and then he went about stripping himself of the remainder of his clothes. Victor undid his belt and pants then pushed them down along with his boxers in rapid succession, his cock springing to attention. He noticed the stark difference between the two of them; he was completely naked, while she was still fully clothed. Victor stood there, eyes on her, roaming her body as if she were already unclothed, and waited.

Summer’s desire to draw it out further warred sharply with her need for Victor. Need won, in quick succession, and she stripped with economy. “Come, god, come here,” she demanded, reaching out for him. “Lie down, Victor darling.”

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She leaned down, hands lightly on his shoulders. “Hands and mouth, my darling. You are so very good at that. Then, perhaps, I will allow you to take yours. You do wish to please me, do you not?”

Victor nodded then licked his lips before scooting forward a little and setting about pulling down her pants and underwear. Her scent hit his nostrils and he inhaled, the aroma invigorating him. Then he spread her legs a bit so that he could have better access and ran his tongue over her. Out of habit his movements were slow, meaning to be tantalizing but soon he probed at her entrance with a finger before inserting his index finger. Both his tongue and his finger were moving at a slow, even and steady pace.

Before long, she was having to use his shoulders to keep her balance, head thrown back against the raw pleasure of it. “Victor, ohh,” she chanted, raggedly. They would definitely have to play this game again, because god! the result was glorious. “More,” she told him, fingertips digging into his shoulders. “I /want/ you.”

Victor was losing himself in her pleasure and at her chants he licked and sucked at her clit, quickening the pace of his finger and adding another. The feel of her nails digging into him sent wonderful pinpricks of pleasure through him and his hunger for her grew. At her last comment he paused and looked up at her, his chin and mouth moist and he was panting. “You want me to fuck you m’lady? With my mouth and fingers or…?” His eyes were big and dark as he looked up at her, the dark black pupils nearly obliterating the colour of his eyes. He also became aware of the not so dull throb coming from his cock.

“Strip,” she ordered, pressing a hand to her chest, over her racing pulse. “Bedroom. Now.” She couldn’t find articulate words. Even though she had just given him orders, she couldn’t resist bending down and seizing his mouth, kissing painfully hard.

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She leaned down, hands lightly on his shoulders. “Hands and mouth, my darling. You are so very good at that. Then, perhaps, I will allow you to take yours. You do wish to please me, do you not?”

Victor nodded then licked his lips before scooting forward a little and setting about pulling down her pants and underwear. Her scent hit his nostrils and he inhaled, the aroma invigorating him. Then he spread her legs a bit so that he could have better access and ran his tongue over her. Out of habit his movements were slow, meaning to be tantalizing but soon he probed at her entrance with a finger before inserting his index finger. Both his tongue and his finger were moving at a slow, even and steady pace.

Before long, she was having to use his shoulders to keep her balance, head thrown back against the raw pleasure of it. “Victor, ohh,” she chanted, raggedly. They would definitely have to play this game again, because god! the result was glorious. “More,” she told him, fingertips digging into his shoulders. “I /want/ you.”

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She didn’t block out his pain, feeling it almost as strongly as he did. It edged her voice while she laid three more strokes along his back. “What were you going to do with those secrets, hmmm? Little assassin,” her voice dropped to a whisper, “haven’t you realised yet you can’t hurt me with secrets? I only hide what I’m asked to by others; it’s not possible to blackmail me.” She stalked around him, eyeing up and down.

Victor’s arms were starting to ache a little but he didn’t move them and he didn’t answer her. He wasn’t sure if her ‘no sounds’ rule applied to speaking in general as well. When she started to move around him his eyes followed her; they were glittering like molten sapphire. His lips remained a pursed line of concentration. Victor couldn’t believe what this whole scene was doing to him and that he was having to stamp down his arousal.

Another stripe crossed his abdomen. “Someone else’s power, someone else’s control,” Summer murmured, not letting up in the slightest, flicking her wrist again. “You hate it, don’t you. And yet … here you are, struggling with your own will, in the palm of my hand.” She watched him, eyes narrow, toying with the end of the rope. Then, like lightning, she slashed the last two strokes hard and fast, leaving red welts.

A long, slow breath, and she smiled, this one warm and loving. “Very good, little assassin. Very good indeed. You may speak. Tell your lady what you want.”

Victor gritted his teeth a little at the pain of the first swipe then nodded his head a little when she mentioned his lack of control of the situation. “First, I’d like to rest my arms, then I’d like to take you….m’lady.” A small smile flickered across his lips as he spoke. He, quite frankly, didn’t know where the last part came from, something reminiscent of his rebellious nature perhaps.

Summer pressed her lips flat, though a sparkle lingered in her eyes. “You have not earned /that/ yet, my assassin.” She flexed her fingers, then slid them into his hair, pulling taut. “But you have been brave, and you have been bold, and I do quite like those qualities. And obedient.” It felt powerful, standing above him, looking down. She scraped the nails of her free hand down his face, listening to the faint stubble rasp.

“You may pleasure me now.”

Victor swallowed, visibly struggling to control himself. “And h-how would you like me to pleasure you, m’lady.” The last part was a little forced but without sarcasm.

She leaned down, hands lightly on his shoulders. “Hands and mouth, my darling. You are so very good at that. Then, perhaps, I will allow you to take yours. You do wish to please me, do you not?”

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She didn’t block out his pain, feeling it almost as strongly as he did. It edged her voice while she laid three more strokes along his back. “What were you going to do with those secrets, hmmm? Little assassin,” her voice dropped to a whisper, “haven’t you realised yet you can’t hurt me with secrets? I only hide what I’m asked to by others; it’s not possible to blackmail me.” She stalked around him, eyeing up and down.

Victor’s arms were starting to ache a little but he didn’t move them and he didn’t answer her. He wasn’t sure if her ‘no sounds’ rule applied to speaking in general as well. When she started to move around him his eyes followed her; they were glittering like molten sapphire. His lips remained a pursed line of concentration. Victor couldn’t believe what this whole scene was doing to him and that he was having to stamp down his arousal.

Another stripe crossed his abdomen. “Someone else’s power, someone else’s control,” Summer murmured, not letting up in the slightest, flicking her wrist again. “You hate it, don’t you. And yet … here you are, struggling with your own will, in the palm of my hand.” She watched him, eyes narrow, toying with the end of the rope. Then, like lightning, she slashed the last two strokes hard and fast, leaving red welts.

A long, slow breath, and she smiled, this one warm and loving. “Very good, little assassin. Very good indeed. You may speak. Tell your lady what you want.”

Victor gritted his teeth a little at the pain of the first swipe then nodded his head a little when she mentioned his lack of control of the situation. “First, I’d like to rest my arms, then I’d like to take you….m’lady.” A small smile flickered across his lips as he spoke. He, quite frankly, didn’t know where the last part came from, something reminiscent of his rebellious nature perhaps

Summer pressed her lips flat, though a sparkle lingered in her eyes. “You have not earned /that/ yet, my assassin.” She flexed her fingers, then slid them into his hair, pulling taut. “But you have been brave, and you have been bold, and I do quite like those qualities. And obedient.” It felt powerful, standing above him, looking down. She scraped the nails of her free hand down his face, listening to the faint stubble rasp.

“You may pleasure me now.”

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She didn’t block out his pain, feeling it almost as strongly as he did. It edged her voice while she laid three more strokes along his back. “What were you going to do with those secrets, hmmm? Little assassin,” her voice dropped to a whisper, “haven’t you realised yet you can’t hurt me with secrets? I only hide what I’m asked to by others; it’s not possible to blackmail me.” She stalked around him, eyeing up and down.

Victor’s arms were starting to ache a little but he didn’t move them and he didn’t answer her. He wasn’t sure if her ‘no sounds’ rule applied to speaking in general as well. When she started to move around him his eyes followed her; they were glittering like molten sapphire. His lips remained a pursed line of concentration. Victor couldn’t believe what this whole scene was doing to him and that he was having to stamp down his arousal.

Another stripe crossed his abdomen. “Someone else’s power, someone else’s control,” Summer murmured, not letting up in the slightest, flicking her wrist again. “You hate it, don’t you. And yet … here you are, struggling with your own will, in the palm of my hand.” She watched him, eyes narrow, toying with the end of the rope. Then, like lightning, she slashed the last two strokes hard and fast, leaving red welts.

A long, slow breath, and she smiled, this one warm and loving. “Very good, little assassin. Very good indeed. You may speak. Tell your lady what you want.”

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Stepping right into his personal space, Summer trailed her fingertips down his face. “See? You can be obedient. But that still leaves the previous infraction.” She stepped back again, running the rope through her hands, not looking at Victor. “How many lashes, do you think, will be enough for that? Take your shirt off while you think.”

Victor’s jaw clenched and he worked a muscle when she talked about his obedience but he stayed still. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt then cast it aside, the muscles in his back tense in anticipation. “10…I suppose,” Victor said, his now grey eyes dark in defiance. It was that look that always had gotten him in trouble as a kid.

“Only ten,” Summer mused. “It’s true, it was the first time. Link your hands behind your neck.” She smiled, a kind of smile she’d never shown Victor before. Anticipatory. Hungry. Cutting. Laying a finger over his mouth, she leaned down, holding his gaze. “You have a strong will, little assassin. I like that. Don’t cry out, and you may earn a reward. Every sound earns you another strike.” She stepped behind him, sliding the rope through her hands again.

Victor’s eyes widened a little at her smile, the command grating at his nature to lead and not follow. He clenched his fists then slowly linked his hands behind his neck, the muscles in his back still tense the same as her smile. He waited for the first strike, surprised that his Summer had this side to her and finding it very appeasing.

It was like being on the back of a tiger, knowing that if she faltered just so, it could turn and destroy her. Thrilling and terrifying. Summer wrapped a length of rope around her hand, then lashed it back and forth in the air, getting the feel of it.

“Brave little assassin,” she murmured, “coaxing me to betray my employer.” A flick of her wrist laid the rope across his back. “Is that the game, Victor?” Another lash, and another, in quick succession, as she learned how to snap the rope for maximum contact and sound. “Make me fall in love with you, bed me and win my trust, then find my secrets?”

Victor knew it was just exploring things but there was a sudden flash of hurt in his eyes. Then as the rope cracked across him the first time, his back arched and he bared his teeth but he didn’t make a sound. As the next resounding snaps of the rope hit his back he hung his head and clenched his jaw, biting back the small gasps and cries of pain.

She didn’t block out his pain, feeling it almost as strongly as he did. It edged her voice while she laid three more strokes along his back. “What were you going to do with those secrets, hmmm? Little assassin,” her voice dropped to a whisper, “haven’t you realised yet you can’t hurt me with secrets? I only hide what I’m asked to by others; it’s not possible to blackmail me.” She stalked around him, eyeing up and down.