Forced Assassin by Natalie Dae and Sam Crescent Page B

got.”
    He released her hands to cup her arse cheeks. Fallan hung her arms around his neck and took his lips in a kiss. Her arousal came fast and hot. She wanted his lips on her body, her cunt.
    She thrust her tongue into his mouth, tasting the mint of chewing gum and the essence of who he was. She moaned and pulled back. “You can punish me any way you want for those punches.”
    No man had dared to smack her arse but if he wanted to put her over his knee then she wouldn’t argue. She rather looked forward to feeling the sting of his palm on her backside.
    “Is that what you want? For me to strip you naked, put you over my knee and smack this arse until it’s red and stinging?”
    “Why not? You wanted to fuck it earlier and we’ve known each other longer than a few hours now,” she teased.
    He eased his hands under her dress and ran a finger along the line of her panties. “You’re wet.”
    She stared at him, toying with the hair at his nape.
    “We’ve got to stop doing this,” he said, kissing her long and deep then rearing back.
    “Why? We’re both having fun. We have nothing better to do, unless you have something else in mind.”
    Bishop growled and, picking her up, took her into the centre of the room. Fallan giggled, enjoying the feeling of being held by a strong man.
    “You’ve got some great muscles on you,” she said, taking her bound arms from around his neck.
    “Don’t move,” he said.
    Fallan was too excited to even think about moving. She wanted to be fucked by him again, her pussy already dripping enough cream that he could slide into her without any trouble. He moved to a metal panel on the wall beside the bar and pressed a button. Music came to life in the large space, a sensual, slow but deeply erotic tune. Bishop got himself seated in front of her in a comfy leather chair.
    “I want you to remove your clothes,” he said.
    “I’m cuffed.”
    He quickly rose and freed her wrists, putting the cuffs and the key into his jeans pocket.
    “I want you to strip for me, but slowly and while dancing,” he said.
    “You want me to striptease?”
    “Yes. Unless you have any objections? I think it’s what you owe me for keeping you safe.”
    Fallan didn’t have any objections. Once, when she’d been alone in front of a mirror, she’d danced, swaying her hips from side to side, undressing until she’d stood naked. The experience had teased and delighted her, giving her what had been one of the biggest orgasms of her life…before Bishop.
    Smiling, she closed her eyes, allowing the soft beat of the music to flow through her. The rhythm worked and she moved her hips with every erotic beat. She licked her lips and forced herself to open her eyes and stare at him as she slowly pulled down her dress, revealing her simple, white, sheer lace bra that pushed her breasts up but covered her nipples. She turned, giving him her back, and took the dress off, twisting this way and that, her body pulsing and in time with the music. With a sweet smile she went to her knees and crawled towards him, maintaining eye contact with him.
    Placing her hands on his knees, she brought herself up, rubbing her bra-covered breasts over the fabric of his jeans. She stood, opened her legs and sat on him, rubbing her wet panties over his bulging crotch, thrusting her breasts into his face.
    “What are you doing? I asked for a slow dance,” he said, cupping her arse.
    “The dance isn’t over yet. And I believe the man watching should get a little fun in the process, don’t you?”
    Fallan kissed him then drew his head into the valley of her breasts. His stubble marked her, making lusty heat shoot to her clit. He moved his hands from her arse to her back and pressed his face harder against her. She continued her torment with her hips, cunt grinding over his hard cock. She wanted to unzip his jeans, ease it out and fuck him, but the teasing turned her on so she continued to gyrate.
    “You’re making me want you,”