Deadly Sexiness Ch. 01

I see her out of the corner of my eye. Only for a second, almost imperceptible, but she's definitely watching me. A tail perhaps?

I pick up my pace and turn into an alley. Once I'm around the corner I begin channelling, my awareness spreading out impossibly far, my movements growing extremely precise, more agile. I climb swiftly up the side of the building, using my momentum to overcome gaps that would have seemed impossible to any normal person. Well, even the speed at which I was climbing right now would seem video-game worthy to any normal person.

I pull myself over the railing of a fire escape and drop into a crouch, looking at the entrance to the alley.

The watcher walks a few paces around the corner casually, then she drops the act, realizing I've become smart to her following. She flips out a karambit in her left hand, the blade dark to prevent accidental reflective flashing. Her gait is practiced, aware. I can tell this isn't a surprise for her, she prepared for it. Expected it, even.

She's an assassin. And a good one too. Her tailing skills are professional.

She's expecting me to be on the ground, behind one of the many obstacles, like a trash can. That's why I climbed up here. Most wouldn't even think to look up.

I slowly slide my own Fairbairn-Sykes out from behind my hip, making sure not to pull it out too fast. Peripheral vision tends to be all but blind to slow movement.

She cocks her head, listening, and I realize the danger I'm in is a lot more than I thought. The assassin looks up and spots me immediately. She straightens, smiles, and stands in a lackadaisical manner. Fuck. She's definitely channelling. I can see it in her eyes, the tell-tale black spots swirl. That's how she heard me slide my knife out of its sheath.

I kick my own channelling into high gear, boosting to my second level, not wanted to be surprised by anything. I rise from my crouch, put a boot on the railing and step over into empty air. I fall. My thigh length trench coat style jacket flaps in the rush of wind. I land crouched, only three meters away from the tail, Assassin's creed style.

"Hey handsome." She speaks seductively, her voice casual and light. I look at her up close for the first time. She's pretty, but in a deadly sort of way. This is accentuated by the karambit held loosely in her left hand. High cheekbones, haughty posture, and very, very dangerous look in her almond shaped eyes. She's tall, for a woman, but at 6'4 I still maintain a good half foot on her. Her smile grows as she watches me assess her. It's almost as if she wants me to look.

She wears a heavy long sleeved pullover as a dress, and nothing on her legs underneath save for heavy high heeled boots. A lot of fit, slim white thigh showing, leading to my hormone filled brain thinking a lot of inappropriate things that I really don't need right now. I focus my eyes upward, but that was a mistake.

Almost as if reading my mind, she takes in a long breath, stretching up her arms nonchalantly, grasping the karambit in both hands, arching her back, pushing out her impressive bust for such a fit figure. My hormones are in overdrive now, ignoring my focus, pushing shit ton of blood away from my brain. She smirks.

She walks toward me, one foot directly in front of the other like a model on the catwalk. She exudes power, control and a dark urge with each step. I stand frozen, extremely affected. She closes the distance quickly, stopping just outside arms reach, and pops a hip, all her weight on one foot. She thinks she has me.

"You know, they call me the succubus in my organization. Not because I...well... kill my prey," she smiles at this statement, "But because I give my them the time of their lives-" She steps forward mid sentence and grabs my groin with hefty swing.

"-before they die." She finishes her sentence and her smile turns back into a smirk, squeezing the beginning of my bulge. Her hand travels slowly, tantalizingly, down my length, it straining from beneath the fabric of my pants to receive her touch. As she brings her other leg forward to complete the step, now standing directly under me, her eyes stay locked seductively on mine. They widen as her hand keeps going, farther and farther, and her pupils dilate with lust as she realizes my length. The smirk drops off her face as her mouth opens slightly with surprise.

"Fuck..." She groans and squeezes what she can of my member. "You're a big one aren't you?" She asks, but still I remain silent, locked in her gaze.

"That's too bad," She sighs, and releases me. Her eyes travel down my torso to my bulge. "I would've liked to keep you." She puts one finger in my waistband, tugging it, as if to peer inside.

Her left hand whips out from her side, karambit at its tip, and her other hand, which now fully grasps my waistband, pulls me toward her.

I deepen my channelling, and at this level everything slows down, giving me time to lock up all my hormones and lust, and deal with the situation at hand.

The karambit is on a one stop train to slash my throat. I drop my knife and lean away from the pull of her other hand, limbo-ing beneath the swing of the karambit, putting all my weight into that hand holding me up. She stumbles forward, pulled by my weight, and we both go down. I can see every moment of the fall, and slap both her face and the karambit out of her hand on the way down. I don't want to injure her, but I need her stunned to get a proper hold on her. She falls into me, and I flip her around, putting my arms in a triangle around her throat and head, wrap my legs around her waist when we hit the ground. She struggles for a brief moment before going limp. Too soon. She's either faking or conserving energy. Then I feel her hands going into my pants at the sides, looking for weapons. She won't find any. I only carry the one knife.

"Who do you work for?" I speak for the first time, my voice low but calm, directly in her ear. She shivers in my arms, and a groan escapes from her lips. She mumbles something about control, loss of control.

"Tell me. Now." I muster all my scariness into my voice, trying to get an answer. Her eyes are closed, and she's non-responsive. I'm not fully choking her, just constricting her airflow a little, so I'm confused.

Then my pants begin to slide down. Her hands weren't searching for weapons. They were finding purchase in order to lower my waistband. She grinds her ass into my groin, then moves to the side as my the base of my shaft is uncovered. Her hand dips in and grasps my already semi hard dick firmly, pulling it out to the side of her hip, tugging lightly. Her hands are average size for a girl, but look small next to my cock. I prepare to start squeezing, to stop blood flow from her arteries and put her out and take her somewhere more secure, but her hand begins moving, up and down.

She's stroking my cock.

Her other hand reaches around and tugs my balls, her thumb and index finger creating a tight circle between my balls and cock, pulling downwards, and my cock begins to fully stiffen. Fuck, that got to me. I involuntarily let loose a little groan, and I realize she's whispering something. I listen closely while she starts to stroke faster and faster, her grip getting tighter.

"Fuck me. He's so big. Fuck. So powerful. Dominating. Fuck. I need him to fuck me. Fuck me. I need it. Fuck me."

It wasn't stopping. She seemed to be turned on by the fact that I'd bested her.

Her other hand leaves my balls and I look down to see it in her own panties, her sweater pushed up to allow access, revealing toned abs under an upraised ribcage. Not those of a bodybuilding woman, but of a fitness model. I prepare to counter if I see a weapon come out, but it doesn't. She just continues fingering herself.

I'm at loss of what to do. Her hand grips my now fully hard shaft tighter, and she moves her area of activity around, stroking first just the base of the shaft, then just the top. It feels amazing, given I haven't gotten laid for a month. She begins groaning between the mumblings, and her back arches. I can see the nipples of her breasts straining through the fabric of her pullover as she does this. She's not wearing a bra.

Her hand strokes my cock faster, and I'm starting to get near my climax. I let loose another groan involuntarily as her hand whips back and tugs my balls again, massaging them. Fuuuck. It slips away again and this time I see she's clutching one of her breasts through the fabric, and she pinches the upraised nipple, moaning loudly.

As I get closer and closer, somehow she senses it, and slows down appropriately. Her hand moves across my entire length now, from base to tip. With every stroke she hits the sensitive area on the underside of my glans, and I shudder involuntary, cutting off more of her airflow than usual, making her squeak. She's back to fingering herself.

I'm so close, but her hand slows down to almost nothing, lightly trailing the underside of my cock. It's pulsing with my heartbeat as she teases it along the edge, her other hand working furiously inside her. My mind is swamped with the need to cum, and I realize I'm choking her out, yet somehow she still maintains her control of my dick.

Her fingernails graze my glans, and I fall over the edge.

FUCK. I shout in both my head and outloud. I'm cumming, but so is she, and with no air at all. She makes small squeaks as she trembles violently in my arms, and her hand leaves my dick and goes to her tits, pinching herself again. Her feet push against the floor, trying to find air. I loosen my arms slightly and she gasps for breath.

My orgasm is still going. Thick ropes of cum shoot from my cock, landing on both of us. She isn't touching me anymore, and I desperately need some friction. I try to rub against her hip but she pulls away, and after a few struggling seconds, my orgasm is ruined. I'm unsatisfied, still hard, and she re-grabs my dick.

Not today.

I choke her out in 8 seconds flat, add an additional two seconds to make sure she isn't faking, then get up. I'm still hard. But I see a tracker in her hand, flashing. She must've hidden it in her panties. I never saw it. She must've wanted to keep ruining me over and over till help came. God only knows what she must have been planning after that.

No time to clean up. I have no idea how far away her backup is. I pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and begin to climb again. I let my channelling fall back down to the first level. I won't need anything higher.

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I watch her from behind the one-way mirror in my private interrogation room. She's still out, drooling on the table, courtesy of a sedative I injected her with on the way back to the safe house. After I frisked and scanned her for any more weapons, trackers, and anything else, I handcuffed her and carried her down here. She should be waking up any second now.

As I wait, I once again appreciate her supple body. What I couldn't focus on before, I now have the opportunity to. She looks extremely fit underneath the sweater and it hangs loose on her, one shoulder uncovered, muscle visible under the lack of fat. Her breasts are crushed underneath her against the table, and once again I note how impressively large they are for someone so fit. I almost think they might be fake. Her pale white skin contrasts against her dark bun of straight yet messy hair, and while asleep she looks less dangerous, and more cute.

Her head twitches, her eyelids flutter, and I wait for her to sit up. She doesn't, instead continues lying on the table, mouth open, drooling. It's a very convincing performance.

I push the button that lets me talk over the speaker,

"I know you're awake. Time to smell the coffee little one," I say.

She continues for a second, then her eyes snap open, her breathing cuts short, and she sits up slowly. The cute look has disappeared back into sexy and dangerous. She looks around, taking note, before finally focusing her gaze right at me. It's almost as if she knows exactly where I am behind the mirror.

"Handsome? Is that you?" She calls teasingly, but it sounds forced and her eyes flashing angrily as she realizes, I suppose, how screwed she really is. To me, it only makes her look sexier.

I punch into the intercom again.

"Please state your name, your organization, and your intent," I say, not really expecting her to state anything.

Her lips cut into a sharp smile.

"I'm not stating anything handsome," she laughs "unless you come in here and ask me yourself."

I roll my eyes, but I expected this. I walk out of the room, and her eyes follow me out. She must be able to see something, if not my face. I walk around to the door of the interrogation chamber, inhale a deep breath, and heave the door open. She looks at me, up and down, makes a realization, and then the smirk is back in full force.

"You haven't cum since I ruined you, have you?" She says, not really asking. "It's plain to see in your body language. Oh baby, I'm so sorry. You should let me get right on that." She winks at me, then lets her gaze fall to my crotch and she blows a kiss at it. The effect is somewhat ruined by her hands being cuffed behind her.

I resist the urge to slam my hand on the table, then ask her again, "Who the fuck are you?"

Her eyebrows shoot up as she looks back up at me. "Well somebody's aggressive. That ruined orgasm really must have wound you up." She pushes her lips to one side in a pout, then sticks her tongue in her cheek.

I don't answer. I'm busy trying not to imagine certain things.

She leans toward me and says "How about this. You come over here with your massive cock and I'll fix you up in no time. Then we can have a real conversation."

Her eyes are fixed on mine, and I start to lose myself.

"Look, just come over here, use my mouth a little, take out some of that aggression. I can take it. Besides, I like it when guys take control."

I'm wrestling with myself. She is still handcuffed, and she wants it. Besides. It's been so long.

She slowly, tantalizingly, licks her full lips, then asks "Don't you want to see how long I can hold my breath?"

I lose it. I begin unzipping my pants.

"Oh yes," She says, "Let me finally see that dick. I want to see it before I feel it stuff my throat."

I finish with the zipper and start pulling down by the waistband. As I slowly uncover my cock, I watch her. Her mouth parts slightly, and her eyes follow my waistband downward, glazing over.

"Yes.." She almost whispers, hypnotized, "Lay it across my face"

I comply and step over her so I stand with one leg on either side of her chair, and let it fall on her lips, with my balls lying just below her chin. Its thick length is just longer than her face. She kisses the bottom of my shaft and whispers to it. "I'm going to take you. I'm going to swallow every inch of you."

She shifts her head so she can look at me again. For a moment, she says nothing. Then,

"I made you angry didn't I? Ruining you. You want to take it out on something. You need to release that aggression. Need to cum properly. Need to punish something. Well then, handsome. Fucking punish me with this cock." She spits these last words, her voice taking on a defiant tone. It stirs something within me, and the sadist inside comes out to play.

I grab the base of my shaft and lift it off her face, then let it fall. It hits her cheek with a meaty slap. She grunts. I do it again. And again. Then I pick it up and actually begin slapping her with it. She moans a little, getting off on the primal display of dominance. I barely notice.

I let my cock rest on her forehead for a second, before slowly sliding it down to her lips, which are no longer parted, but instead together once again in a defiant smirk. I find her eyes, and as I gaze into them, I thrust slowly, stretching her lips with my cock. Her mouth opens wider, and wider, and thankfully she keeps her teeth well out of the way. Her tongue slides along the underside of my length as I travel to the back of her mouth, then into her throat. Her head tilts to allow my member passage, but no gag reflex. She winks at me, and I realize she's channelling to suppress it. It feels fucking amazing.

I remove my hand from the base as the last inches of my cock disappear into her throat. She sticks her tongue out and licks the front side of my balls. Fuck. I'm completely hilted in her throat. No one has ever taken me all the way. Her almond eyes are still stuck to mine, and she begins humming, the vibrations pleasuring every inch of my dick at the same time. Jesus fucking christ.

I grab a fist full of her hair and pull her slowly off me. She lets my dick go, almost resentfully, with a pop as it breaks free of her mouth. A strand of saliva hangs on, the only connection left between my cock and her lips. I pull back farther until it too breaks. She takes a breath, continues staring at my dick, and speaks.

"You're gonna fuck my face with that monster until you cum down my throat, and when you do, leave it in there so I pass out on your cock" She moans through those last words looks up at me again, biting her lip.

Who the fuck did she think she-? Giving me orders? Fucking little bitch. I thrust back into her mouth and throat in one solid motion. She didn't have time to take a breath. Time to really see how long she could go without air. I'm thrusting back and forth, using her hair to keep her head in place. I shove it ruthlessly all the way in, then retreat until I I'm almost out of her throat, then push back in, all the way to the hilt. At the same time, I'm still locked under her gaze. It was almost as if even though I'm dominating, she's the one in control. Her eyes said so.

It felt so fucking hot. So fucking good. Yet somehow I still get the feeling I'm the one losing.

She's not getting any air, but she seems to be doing just fine. I place my other hand on her throat and I could literally feel my cock splitting her apart. I break eye contact to look and see my cock every time I thrust forward. Her throat bulges with it. I squeeze her throat a little and the pressure on my dick is amazing. Holy fuck.

I can feel myself nearing the edge. I'll cum soon if I don't stop.

I start channelling to increase my control over my orgasm. I want to savor this a little longer. She looks at me with raised eyebrows as I thrust, and I feel like I can read her mind saying, that's all you've got?

I speed it up, and my balls hit her chin with every thrust, making a slapping sound. She's moaning around my cock, and the vibrations combined with the pressure of my squeezing her throat feels insanely good. Even channeling I can barely control myself. Suddenly I get an idea.

I take my hand from her throat, gather up my rather sizable ballsack and push it up next to my shaft. I force her to take the complete package into her mouth, then hold it there. I start doing micro thrusts to keep up the friction without actually taking out any of my length.

She stares up at me defiantly, chest thrust out, breast voluminous in her sweater, my complete package stored in her throat, while I ride the high of dominating such a dangerous sexy alpha female. She challenges me with her eyes, but I know she must be running out of air. It's been a minute or two already, and even while channelling you can't last too long.

She starts to sputter after another 30 seconds, then actively tries to retreat. I hold her fast, pinned to my cock. She struggles more and more, before I finally, as her stomach convulses for air, let her hair go. She falls back into her chair, gasping for breath, multiple strings of spit trailing from my cock to her mouth. Her heaving chest draws my attention to her nipples, hard and straining through the fabric. She is so turned on by this.