The Assassin
The agents moved faster than I expected.
As I rolled onto Simone’s block, my eyes immediately caught the plain clothes agents sitting in the car in front of her house.
Only one light shone through the darkness - her bedroom.
Which, if they were really trying to play off her presence, was all wrong.
At this hour, the silver light of the television would be reflecting off the curtains in the living room.
I drove past her house and turned onto the next street. I followed the road down to the empty playground to park my car.
I walked into the back of the van and sat down in Maria’s usual spot. Keys clacked under my fingertips as I logged into the surveillance measures we’d set up.
Simone’s phone signal had gone dead. Her computer screen was idle - and had been for hours now. An addition had been made to her professional file.
Status: Temporary Protection Program
Location: The Grand Lyon Hotel
Times like this, I was grateful for the FBI’s attention to details. They made it too easy to find exactly what I was looking for.
I took the short drive to the five-star hotel where Simone was staying.
As I passed the building, I noticed the extra doormen near the entrance.
Clear earpieces made them think they were hiding in plain sight.
Little did they know their shifty eyes clearly separated them from the steady gazes of the actual employees.
I parked a few blocks up from the building and went to work at hacking into their database. It took me a little while longer than it would Maria. While she could infiltrate any software with her eyes closed, I had to pay close attention to make sure I didn’t accidentally set anything off.
Eventually, I found Simone’s room number and activated a blank key card with the codes needed to access her room.
I pulled a hat over my head and hoisted a small backpack over my shoulders before slipping out of the van.
Since the entrance was crawling with feds, I decided to go in through one of the back doors.
As I strolled through the backlot, I noticed an employee taking out the trash.
He was bobbing his head to the music blaring through his ears.
I quickly jogged behind him and caught the door before it could close behind him.
To avoid going towards the main lobby, I wandered through the side hall, looking for the stairwell. Once I found it, I walked up the ten flights of stairs to get to Simone’s floor.
I kept my chin down as I came out into the hall. The cap of my hat hid my face from the cameras. I’ll erase any footage of me off of them later. Right now, I just needed to see Simone’s face.
I held my ear to the door when I reached her room. Rather than voices, I heard the distant patter of water droplets hitting tile.
The pad over the doorknob turned green as I ran the keycard over it. I pressed down on the knob and let myself in.
The hotel room was a standard suite with a queen-sized bed, tiny cable television, microwave, and a window overlooking the street.
A duffel bag lay open on the bed, mountains of clothes spilling out of it.
The door to the adjoining bathroom was cracked open, some steam from the hot water creeping through it.
I scanned the ceilings for hidden cameras as I made my way across the room to the window. Across the street was a corporate building, dark with the exception of the company logo's lights. Still, I pulled both layers of the curtains together, blinding any eyes trying to look in.
I turned my attention to the small nightstand, noticing some velvet black boxes sitting atop it. Rarely did I see Simone wear any jewelry. I wondered what was so valuable that she couldn’t leave it behind.
A small click broke my thoughts, bringing me back into reality.
I turned around and almost smiled at the sight.
Simone was standing a few feet away, draped in a white robe with the hotel’s logo stitched over the breast and her hands wrapped around a gun. Her skin was still damp with moisture, the droplets sparkling like diamonds on her ebony brown skin.
“Good evening, Agent,” I said.
“Put your hands up,” she commanded. “Now.”
I happily obeyed.
Simone stormed towards me. Keeping one hand on the gun, she used the other to shove me around and slam me against the wall. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t arrest you right now.”
“Wrong outfit for role play, don’t you think?” I teased as I felt the familiar coolness of metal bracelets around my wrists. “Or is the robe to make my life easier? You know, considering you’re cuffing me.”
She locked the cuffs and turned me back around. Her free hand balled up the collar of my tee shirt as she pressed her arm against my chest, pinning me against the wall. “Two agents!” She shouted. “Two fucking agents are dead because of you.”
“Me? No, that’s your boss’s fault. He should’ve known better than to leave two rookie agents in charge of transporting a seasoned, fully-trained killer. Personally, I would’ve assigned at least six. There'd be more casualties, but at least he can say he tried.”
“Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you! Why would you kill them?”
“Because they stood in the way of what I wanted, and I was trained on an ‘any means necessary’ basis. They were dead the moment they got in the car with me.”
Her brows stitched together. “You killed them to get to me?”
“Simone, I would slaughter armies to get my hands on you.”
Her eyes bounced between mine, searching for some sort of deception or humor in my words. The fire in her eyes cooled when she didn’t. “You’re insane,” she whispered.
“Am I?” I leaned forward, closing the distance between us until my lips were brushing against hers. “Or am I just crazy for you?”
I kissed her as her breath hitched, pulling it back out.
Simone’s shoulders fell underneath my lips. Unlike last night, there was no hesitation when her mouth moved against mine. Her tongue eagerly flicked at my lips, practically begging for contact with mine. And I had absolutely no problem giving it to her.
The fist cupped around my shirt tightened as our kisses deepened. Simone took a few steps backwards, pulling on it like a leash.
I blindly followed her, happy to be going wherever she was taking me.
She twirled us in a semi-circle, then shoved her palm against my chest.
I stumbled backwards, and my knees hit the edge of the bed. The soft mattress caught me as I fell on my back.
Simone looked like a lioness who’d finally caught her prey as she climbed on top of me. The coy smile and alluring gaze made me wriggle in my cuffs. Giggling, she pressed her lips against mine again. Her body flushed against me, and I could feel the imprint of her bare pussy through my pants.
My hands itched to break free of these cuffs. Grab her ass with one palm. Push down my pants with the other. Shove her tight pussy right onto my dick.
“Simone,” I whispered between our kisses.
“Hm.”
“I’m still cuffed.”
“I know.”
“So, unlock them.”
Lifting her head up, she wrapped a hand around my jaw.
“Do you know how long I’ve been trying to put these bracelets on you?
There’s no way I’m taking them off anytime soon.
Besides…didn’t you once ask for me to tell you all the things I’d do to you once I got them on?
” Her hand slithered down, caressing my throat and chest with her nails. “Now, I can just show you.”
“Fuck,” I muttered as she stuck her hand in my pants and grabbed my dick. “Can you…can you at least lock them over my…over my head? The metal is…it’s digging into my back.” Feeling her soft palm pumping up and down made it hard to speak.
“I guess,” she said, her mouth pursing into the slightest pout. “But, no funny business.”
“I’ll be good. Promise.”
I sat up as she fished the key out of the robe pocket. She kept one hand on my wrists while the other unlocked the cuffs. She quickly pulled my wrists around to my abdomen and slapped the bracelets back around them.
“There,” she said as she shoved me back down. “Happy now?”
Smirking, I lifted my arms up over my head. “Extremely.”
She couldn’t hide her smile, even as she rolled her eyes. She undid the button of my pants and slid her hands back in them. She lowered her body and lips back on mine as she resumed pumping.
While her hand was nice, my dick was craving something much tighter and wetter. I lifted my hips to give her the hint, pressing my hardening dick against the bit of moisture forming between her legs.
Moaning into my mouth, she rolled her hips in return, creating more friction between us.
She shoved my pants down and slipped my dick out through the slit of my boxers. Grasping it tight, she tilted the tip against her pussy.
I sank my teeth into her lips at the warm moisture that leaked onto my skin.
Simone giggled as she broke our kisses. She lay her one palm on my chest, just below my throat, while the other rubbed the tip of my dick back and forth across the length of her pussy, coating it with her essence.
My dick throbbed from the teasing, the ache growing stronger with every swipe. I needed to be inside her tight ass halls, banging against her pelvis wall. “You got a condom, baby?” I asked.
Nodding, she reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled out a shiny square wrapped.
“Good. Slip it on there for me.”
Her grip tightened around my dick. “Already?” She asked with a tilt of her head. “I didn’t even get to the good part.”
I raised a brow, curious about what she meant.
Smirking, Simone lowered herself down my torso and between my legs. Lowering her head, she lay her tongue out and ran around the tip of my dick.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
Simone’s smile grew as her head dipped again. She kept her eyes on me as dragged her tongue from the base all the way to the tip.
I bit my lip at the lustful gleam in her eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing, teasing me like this while my hands were bound. Had they been free, she would’ve been face down and screaming by now.