The Assassin’s Mission - WLW

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In the dead of the night, the warm air gently blows whispers through my hair. I am not sure if the air is heavy tonight or if it's the gravity of what I know needs to be done. For days I have been watching you, tracking every step you take, every decision you make.

It was exhilarating to observe you from a distance, hidden from your knowledge, to see your routines and habits play out like a carefully choreographed dance. I know everything about you now. No one knows the secret life you have.

It amazes me how easily you blend between the two worlds of spy and waitress. It's brilliant, really. You have always had this incredible chameleon-like personality, effortlessly engaging with the world in a way where you are neither here nor there, yet deeply enveloped at the same time.

Fascinating is the only word I have to describe you. Up on this fire escape, cloaked in shadow, my movements drowned out by the traffic and people below. I watch you sleep.

10.15 exactly is when you go to bed. Your chest gently rises and falls with a steady rhythm. It doesn't take you long to fall asleep.

You rest easy knowing your Glock is loaded in the left nightstand and your switchblade is under your pillow. It's a pity it's come to this. I stand outside your open window with bated breath, my heart pounding with anticipation.

I know that the time has come to attain the information I need. My mission is simple. Get the code that only you have.

Slowly I sneak into the window. I tune my breathing rhythm to yours as I stalk silently to the side of the bed. You are completely unaware of my presence.

Your naked body draped only in a sheet in the summer night hugs your curves. Your breasts peeking out distract me for a brief moment. I'm going to enjoy every moment of this.

Suddenly, and with such swiftness it surprises even myself, I deftly reach my hand under your pillow and grab the knife while putting your hand over your mouth with the weight of my body holding yours down. Before you realize what's going on, I have the knife at your throat. The cold steel of the blade pressed against your neck.

A silent warning of the power dynamic that now existed in this small room. You know better than to resist. All you need to see is my eyes and you know exactly who I am.

A notorious assassin, known for my ruthlessness and cunning that you have been searching for. In that instant, you know I have been hunting you. That I have studied your every move, dismantled your plans, and now I held all the cards.

Your breath shockingly steady and calm. You were supposed to be a challenge. Let's see if you live up to your reputation.

I press the blade into your flesh just shy of breaking the skin. Get up and kneel at the end of the bed. You will not try to do anything but exactly what I tell you.

I know where your clock is, and as you can feel, I already have your blade. You resist, and I will ensure I will be the last thing you ever see. With one last press of the knife that sends a small trickle of crimson down your neck, I lift my body off of yours.

You slowly pull yourself up from the bed, your legs trembling slightly beneath you. I can sense the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you kneel at the end of the bed, your eyes locked on mine. A silent agreement between us.

I approach you, the cold steel of the knife still in my grip. My hands glide over your body, grazing every curve and contour, making sure you know that I am in control. Each movement deliberate, precision in every touch.

To your surprise, I quickly grab your wrists and bind you to the metal footboard of the bed with zip ties. As I tighten the restraints, your body trembles under my touch. A sense of exhilaration and arousal fills me as I begin tracing the blade along your skin, leaving a trail of reddening marks.

The moonlight casting eerie shadows on your face, your eyes wide with fear yet curiosity. Your breath hitches as you feel the binds dig in and the steel decorates your body. I feel a surge of power, knowing you are completely at my mercy.

Naked and bound, I could do anything I want. Perhaps this could be more than just a job. I do have you at my will.

Maybe some pleasure and fun could be had while I get the code from you. You know why I'm here. It was entertaining observing you for so long.

For a minute or two, I thought you might have actually found me. I leisurely run the blade along your thigh. You feel the cold steel against your warm skin.

I want the code, but you already know that. But I dance the blade closer to your damp pussy. I also want you to know that I admire your skills.

You swallow hard, and in that moment your eyes flicker ever so slightly, betraying the knowledge that you hold. I can sense that you are considering your options, yet you still remain stoic and quiet. Tell me what I want to know, and perhaps I'll let you hunt me down again.

Your body quivers beneath my touch. The blade barely grazing your lips that I see are starting to reveal your own arousal. Watching your eyes widen with each passing second, I could see the internal struggle in your eyes.

Submission or resistance? I admire your spirit. Always have.

I must warn you though, I've studied your every move. I know how clever you can be. This is not a game, and there are no do-overs.

So, tell me the code, and I'll make sure you're left unscathed. But if you resist, I assure you, you won't like the consequences. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of our breathing.

I drag the now warmed steel from your mound to the right side of your hip, opening your flesh with a thin delicate red line. Your winces fueling my desire to decorate your body with my art to make you mine. What's the code? You stay silent, glaring at me.

From your mound again to the left side of your hip, leaving an identical mark. Your breath sharpens with the pain, yet your clit begins its familiar pulsating. You never cease to amaze me, leering at the sight of your body now marred with my markings.

But if you wish to survive this night, you'll tell me the code. I brush my fingers along the wounds I had just made, savoring the wetness and the heat. I could feel your heart racing beneath my touch.

You hold steadfast in your silence. You hold my gaze, your eyes reflecting the moonlight, and I knew that you were weighing your options. You knew I was not one to be trifled with, yet your silence is deafening.

Suddenly, you feel me pulling at your left nipple, pulling it hard. I bring the knife to rest heavy on top. Give me the code.

You hesitate for a second and feel the hot sting of the blade digging in. Please. You manage to whisper, your eyes darting between the knife and my face.

Don't do this. A small smile plays on my lips that's hidden by my mask. I've seen this part too many times.

I know this won't get you to talk. This is just for my fun, to toy and play with you like the prey you are. Tell me the code, and I promise I'll leave you further unscathed.

You softly and defiantly shake your head, determination etched into your features. What's the code? I dig the blade in even further, leaving a searing sharp pain darting up your breast, making you pull against the restraints.

I notice your hips buck up with the pain. My mouth waters at how much this excites you, as much as me. Though the longer I am here, the more of a chance I will be caught, and my mission will fail.

I need this code, and I know exactly how to pull it out of you. I know very intimately your secret weakness. The blade excites you, but won't make you give in.

I grab at your other breast and make three quick light cuts on your skin. The blood immediately pulls at the tiny slashes. Your breath hitches, making your body quiver.

What's the code? Still defiantly, you refuse to say a word. I enjoy this game we play.

Ultimately, one of us will give in, and this time, it will not be me. With shocking precision, I slide my fingers between your now-drenched folds and run my leather-gloved fingers over your swollen, throbbing clit, the knife in my other hand tightly holding it at your throat. Your head tilts back with the pressure.

Deftly and expertly, my hand grips your aching, eager pussy. This is your weakness. You are an insatiable fucktoy.

How I've craved having you at my mercy again. I know you won't tell me the code. Faster and faster I move my hand, your arousal coating the leather.

I feel your warmth through the gloves. You are distinctly wet and desperate as I enter you hard and deep, reaching in where I know you can't resist. Fuck, you gasp as your body responds to the relentless pounding and grinding of my hand.

Oh god, please, stop. I smile beneath my mask, the thread of the knife now almost forgotten in the building pleasure. I know how to break even the most resilient of prey, how to make them yield without realizing it, just as I had done when I first trapped you.

Tell me the code. As I continue to thrust my hand inside of your eager, open cunt, you buck up onto your knees, throwing yourself into the climax you are so desperately seeking. Suddenly I jerk myself away from you, leaving you an aching, yearning slump bound to the bed frame.

I know that if I let you come, you won't give me what I want. We've played this game too many times. I slink back and take off my mask.

Your eyes widen in recognition. A mixture of shock and disbelief crosses your face. You stare at me standing before you, your heart racing with a thousand emotions.

Memories flood your mind, stolen moments in the darkness, whispered confessions of love and longing. I watch as the realization dawns upon your face, your heart clenching with a sense of bitter sweetness. You knew this moment would come, but nothing could have prepared you for the knowledge that who you were seeking was your ex-lover.

The one who got away. Silence hung heavy in the room, broken by only the sound of our ragged breaths. The tension between us a thick fog of unspoken words and unfinished business.

Finally you speak. It's you. Give me the code.

The frigid response startling even myself when the assignment was presented to me, I knew I had to take it. I had to see you again and give you one more experience.