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I nodded, closing my eyes as tears of frustration and relief cascaded along my cheeks, dampening the pillow beneath my head. He’d let me keep that, a courtesy like everything he did. A gift I could owe my life on...or his.
Swallowing a hiccup that threatened to choke me, I followed the rhythm he set, rocking the dildo gently into and out of my mouth aided by my saliva, his fingers trailed along my stomach where he tugged up my night dress to expose my pussy.
“No panties. You wanted playtime, didnt you?”
Glad the room was dark, my cheeks headed to blazing to the chorus of his laughter again. He traced over my waxed mound, soothing the slicked flesh there, rubbing my dampness from clit to asshole, and across the tops of my thighs. I whimpered at his ministrations, my need suddenly straining against his ropes, taking his dildo deeper, needing the release.
“What if I teased you?” he asked softly, circling my clit and my entrance but never touching either. “I could edge us both, beautiful girl. All night.”
A groan ripped from my filled throat, an admission of desperation. HIs eyes lit, travelling my body with a possessive gaze I instantly craved, wanting his eyes on me and no one else.
There was something I should remember but his teasing already had me on the hardest edge where a single touch would capsize me into a sea of his making, and I didn’t know if I would be able to emerge the other side unscathed.
Or if I wanted to.
He pushed the knife handle a little harder. “Relax your throat for me, Wintergreen. Then, if your lips kiss the blade, I'll slide my cock into your dripping hole, and let you come.”
My moan, a distorted, strangled noise was audible as he pushed on the blade. I swallowed hard, sticking my tongue out by reflex and let him ease the rubber deeper. My throat protested, and I opened my lips wide to take the offering he presented, gliding his fingers over my slicked hole. His body arched over mine, those fathomless eyes so deep I knew I lost my soul to him already. Whatever he wanted, I would give. My tongue was the first to touch the silvered blade, then my bottom lip.
He left the dildo in my throat for a long moment, letting me suffer as the tips of his fingers entered me, my tears matching my pussy as I wept for him.
My body pulsed at the welcome intrusion, my hips arching for more as he laughed at my suffering. A shadow passed behind him, one that shouldn’t have been there. The next sound to come from my throat could have saved us both, but the dildo and his drug prevented all my words.
His laugh died as he fell, a muted thump vibrating my bed as he slumped against it, darkness spreading over his hair, though he didn’t fall off the mattress completely. I was left with one assassin's fingers half in my pussy, my body exposed to the new intruder’s eyes, and a knife dildo jammed down my throat.
The next laugh wasn’t so musical, or so welcome. Neither was the hand on the blade that forced the dildo deeper, too deep.
All at once I realised how gentle my assassin, Dante, had been.
How his obsession prevented him from hurting me.
I thrashed in my bonds, arching up to try to shove the knife into my new attacker, but his hand on my forehead held me down.
“Your father will enjoy paying me double,” he croaked, delight in his face as he reached down with his free hand and rubbed his crotch.
Long enough for me to try to spit the dildo free.
He saw, and slowly shoved it back, plugging my throat, and my source of air.
“Night night, princess. I won’t see you in the daylight.”
My air cut off and blackness descended, and I wondered if my new assassin would be right.
A single tear tracked my cheek. Without Dante’s kindness, my death would not be dignified. I would be violated by a man I didn't know, and I’d never have Dante's hands on me again.
I cried helplessly as life flickered away from me.
