Dear Maria, Count Me In for Some Mayhem And Revenge
Synopsis
Professional hitman Cade Marshall gets more than he bargained for when his former protégé, Maria Ramos, surprises him with the upper hand and a night of rough sex he won’t soon forget.
Trigger & Content Warnings
- Blood – Repeated and explicit references throughout
- Violence/Physical assault – Sustained, graphic physical violence (mostlyfemale against male) including pistol-whipping, stabbing, and repeated striking
- Gore – Explicit and graphic wound descriptions
- Mild gun violence
- Murder/Killing – Explicit references to professional assassination and killing
- Restraint/Bondage (non-consensual framing) – Physical restraint is depicted, including references to a prior incident
- Sexually explicit scenes (duh) – Extensive and highly graphic sexual content including oral sex, penetrative sex, and anal play
- BDSM/Power exchange dynamics – The sexual content is explicitly framed around dominance, submission, humiliation, and control
- Profanity
- Weapons/Knife violence – In addition to the firearm, a blade is used to inflict a stab wound prior to what becomes a sexual encounter
- Pain as sexual arousal (paraphilia)
- Assassination/Contract killing as normalized occupation
- Dubious consent undertones
- Mentor/Student sexual dynamic
“Cade fucking Marshall…” my unexpected visitor growls. Her eyes are narrowed, lips set in a thin line, the silencer of her handgun pressed against my forehead. Behind her, the rain falls from the dark, ominous sky in a heavy downpour.
“It’s nice to see you again, Maria.” I smirk at the skillfully trained assassin with my hands raised. I’m wondering if I should be a good host and step aside to let her in, while also taking a quick mental inventory of every weapon I’ve stashed around my place.
Maria Ramos doesn’t bother waiting for an invitation. The barrel digs deeper into my skin, forcing me backward as she stalks into my cabin. Her boot connects with the door, slamming it shut behind her. Outside, rain hammers against the windows, but in here, there’s only the snap and pop of burning logs. Firelight dances across the room, casting long shadows that somehow make this standoff feel almost intimate. Almost as if this was planned.
“By all means, come on in,” I say, smug despite her lethal scowl. “I was wondering when I’d see you again.”
“You mean after you handcuffed me to that radiator in my hotel room in Prague? I don’t appreciate being abandoned, Cade.”
“Oh, come on. You’re not still mad about that, are you? I knew you were resourceful enough to find your way out of that situation. I just needed a head start, is all.”
“Yeah, a head start at stealing my target!” Crimson floods her cheeks, her jade eyes burning with disdain. “I thought we agreed to split that contract, huh? I should’ve known you were a chicken shit asshole who’d go back on his word.”
My shoulders lift. “Well, you got the asshole part right,” I chuckle.
Her eyes narrow to thin slits, and the next thing I know she’s backhanded me with her pistol, my vision exploding into a blinding white. Damn, I forgot how strong she is. I immediately taste blood on my tongue, and my cock twitches inside my jeans.
Maria continues pushing me backward, her weapon still trained at my forehead, until the back of my knees hit one of my overstuffed leather chairs. I fall into it, hands still raised, lips still smiling.
“I should’ve known not to trust you,” she murmurs, like she’s scolding herself and not me. “They all said your charm was deadly, but I didn’t want to believe them.”
I give her a sympathetic look. “I think an argument can be made that it kept you safe.” I lower my arms slowly, gripping the armrests of the chair.
“So, what? I’m just supposed to thank you? Show my gratitude for keeping me company that night and then leaving me, stealing my contract on your way out?” Her dark brown hair, wet from the rain, falls over her face. I can tell she wants to hit me again, or maybe she’s closer to pulling the trigger. Either way, I can’t ignore the way my dick strains against the confines of my pants. I love it when she’s angry.
Breathing a sigh, I tell her, “Go to my bookshelf. Look for a copy of your favorite book.”
Her grip tightens on the gun, her suspicion unwavering. After several seconds of her glowering at me, and me trying to act like I hate it, she side-steps over to my custom-made bookshelf. She doesn’t trust me for a second, though, her gaze barely leaving mine.
“How the hell do you know this is my favorite book?” she asks, her tone softening just a touch as she runs her finger along the spine. She plucks the book from the shelf before settling down in the opposite chair.
I shrug. “We all have our ways of gathering intel.” I motion to the book in her lap. “Go ahead. Take a look inside.”
She stares me down, every muscle in her body coiled tight like a snake ready to strike. That vigilance—never dropping her guard for a second—is what’s kept her alive in this business. I can’t help but admire the sharp line of her jaw, the fullness of her lips as they press together while she turns the pages. When she reaches the middle of the book, an envelope slips out, landing on her lap with a soft pat.
“What the fuck is this, anthrax?” She scoffs, closing the book and setting it aside. She’s deflecting because she knows exactly what’s in that envelope. She reaches inside and pulls out the large denomination bills, a soft sigh escaping as she fans them out. “I don’t need your fucking rainy day fund, Cade,” she says through clenched teeth. “I’m not some fucking charity case.”
“Never said you were.” I point to the bills she’s holding. “That’s your cut of the contract.” I don’t expect this to change her tone. In fact, I’m hoping it has the opposite effect.
“I should’ve shot you in the fucking face the moment you opened the door,” she says. Yep—definitely pissed. Good. More silence steels over the room. Then she asks, “Why, Cade?”
“Why what?”
“Why come to Prague? Cozy up next to me in my hotel room. Convince me to split my target, and then betray me by stealing it for yourself. And now this?” She waves the money toward me. “It’s fucking insulting.”
I wish I could tell her it was all part of some chivalrous gesture. That I gathered some intel about her contract that proved she wasn’t ready to take him out. But that ain’t the case. Of course she was ready. I just needed her here.
I dig a little deeper. “I’m sorry you feel that way, Maria,” I cross my legs. “I know we agreed to a sixty-forty split—do you wanna make it seventy-thirty?”
Maria throws the money at me like it’s a fastball, except all the bills fly up into the air, before falling all around us like green confetti.
“Well, that wasn’t very polite.”
“Get fucked, Cade.” Maria slams her favorite book closed, and I breathe the tiniest bit of relief as she finally sets her gun down. I have to actively bite back a grin as she literally sulks in the corner.
“I know this doesn’t make it any better, but that target was too easy for you anyway.”
Her head turns, arms folded tight across her chest, and god her tits look fucking incredible. Her face is pure rage. “That’s not your call to make.” She jabs herself in the chest. “My target, my orders.” She shakes her head and mumbles something under her breath. “You can’t be my fucking mentor forever, you know. Eventually, you have to let your students fly the nest.”
I cringe at the metaphor, regardless of how accurate it might be. The last thing I want to compare Maria to is a baby bird I helped feed and nurture.
“For what it’s worth…” I tell her, eyebrow cocked, “I thought about you as I was slicing his throat open.”
Her eyes roll. “You’re such a romantic. Next you’ll tell me you kept a tiny vial of his blood for me to wear around my neck.”
Fuck, that’s a good idea. I’ll have to save that for next time.
“Why are you here, Maria?” I ask when another beat passes. “Did you really travel all this way just to point a gun in my face and yell at me for stealing your mark?”
Her face goes unreadable, a mask that even I can’t decipher. After what feels like an eternity of her silent assessment, she exhales slowly, rises from her seat, and slides the book back into its precise gap on my shelf.
“No.” Her voice is low, lips twitching. “I came here to do this.” In a quick flash of movement, her arm cuts through the air, and a millisecond later there’s a searing pain in my shoulder.
“GAH!—what the fuck, Maria?!” I cry out, glaring down at the blade buried just shy of my collarbone. I go to pull it out, but she’s upon me in another breakneck blur.
“Touch that,” she warns, “and I’ll put another one…right here.” She lifts one of her black boots and plants the tip of it directly on my swollen cock. I let out a wheeze as she presses down, letting me know she means business.
She hates that I can manage a grin through the searing pain. “That was quite the trick, Señorita. But you should know better than to not have both feet on the ground.”
The instant her brow furrows, I kick at her ankle and it gives way. She keeps herself from falling, just as I’d expected, but I’m out of my chair with a knee-strike to her chest. She huffs out a strangled breath but manages to take me down with her.
The two of us hit the floor in a tangle of limbs, rolling dangerously close to the wall where a collection of very expensive (and, more importantly, very breakable) antique glass decanters peer down at us with the disapproval of a thousand dead uncles. The moment my back hits the cold herringbone, Maria’s forearm jams against my throat. She’s now laughing—low, scoffing, deliriously pissed—in that way only someone both deeply betrayed and deeply aroused could manage.
I feel the burn of the blade in my shoulder, and a hot, sticky flow soaking the collar of my shirt. I try to hide the shiver the pain sends down my spine. I’m not sure which I’m harder for—the combat boots, or her lingering body heat. Maria’s hips pin mine efficiently, my own blood oozing onto her thigh as she wriggles slightly for leverage.
She grits out, “You always do this, Cade. Get inside my head.”
I grin, teeth bloody, and manage to croak, “Guilty as charged.”
She pivots her weight, knee crushing my ribs, as her left fist swings out and connects with my cheek, hard enough to send my vision blurred at the edges. Then her free hand dips behind my shirt—the blade that previously tried to make friends with my collarbone is now in her palm. She presses the icy tip under my jaw, smiling in a new way: business, not pleasure.
“I got you, you motherfucker…” she pants, chest heaving as stray hairs cling to her damp forehead.
I smirk up at her. “I was just about to tell you the same thing.”
Her lips spread in a grin, almost endearing, but I should know better. Seconds later, the back of my head racks against the hardwood floor as her fist connects with my face. I roll my tongue across my teeth, tasting fresh blood. She hits me two more times in quick succession, then once in the stomach, knocking the wind out of my lungs.
There’s an almost insidious glint in her eyes as she glares down at me. The pain in my face and shoulder is exquisite. Every breath I take is sheer agony. I’ve taught my girl well.
My throat bobs when she gets to her feet and fetches the bronze fireplace poker. I’m afraid my plan of luring her here for a bit of fun has accidentally gone too far.
“Relax, Cade—I’m not going to gut you, although you fucking deserve it,” she says menacingly, pointing the poker at my navel.
“What are you going to do then?” I ask, swallowing more blood.
Maria answers me by showing, not telling. She drops to one knee, my mistress in shining armor, and pulls out a couple of zip ties from her back pocket. My cock strains against the metal teeth of my zipper as she ties each of my wrists securely to the fireplace poker, inflicting just the right amount of uncomfortable.
“You even think about getting up…” she says, rising to her feet, “and I will obliterate your nuts before you have a chance to empty them.”
Oh my fucking god, yes. Fuck me up, Maria. I am yours.
I have the perfect view of her ass as she starts to pace back and forth in front of the fireplace. And as much as I’d love to tell her how fucking sexy she looks when she’s physically restrained me, I’m afraid she’ll make good on her promise to crush my balls.
When her pacing stops, she shakes her head, breathing an incredulous sigh. “This was all part of some fucked up plan, wasn’t it?” She turns to me, her stare diabolical. “You wanted me to show up, all hot and bothered, ready to cut your fucking head off.”
All I can do is smirk back at her—literally, because I am unable to shrug without a fresh wave of pain roiling through my body.
“Fine. You wanted me too hot to trot? You got it.” She grabs the tail of her shirt and pulls it over her head, exposing her black lace bra. I suck in a breath at the sight of her, which proves to be a mistake—although worthwhile—as a shooting pain spikes through my midsection.
Next come her black jeans, my eyes trained on her fingers like a magnet as she slips the button loose and draws down the zipper. She pulls them and her underwear down to her ankles in one fluid motion and my body electrifies with yet another sharp gasp.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous…” I whisper, shaking my head in disbelief.
Her head snaps to me and she quickly plants a foot on my chest, flattening me to the floor. “I don’t care what you think, Cade,” she growls. “This…is for me.”
Yes. Yes it is, my queen.
She towers over me, bare feet planted wide on either side of my hips, a conqueror surveying her captive. The ceiling light haloes her silhouette, transforming her into something divine and terrible. When she drops to her knees, straddling me with predatory intent, her dark green eyes bore into mine with such hunger I can barely breathe. Her head rolls back suddenly, spine arching as she plunges two fingers between her thighs, dragging them up her glistening pussy. The moan that tears from her throat isn’t quiet—it’s primal, victorious, a sound that makes every available ounce of blood left in my body go rushing to my cock.
“This is what you wanted, right?” Her voice is like honey as she pleasures herself, fingers circling her clit, coating it in her arousal. “I’m your dirty fucking fantasy, come to life.” My body tenses against my restraints, begging for a chance to touch her, needing to feel the softness of her skin under my fingertips. But I can only wet my lips and watch as she slips a finger inside her glistening wet pussy.
Soft, strangled moans escape her throat as her hips move in a circle. She pushes a second finger into her pussy while the other hand rubs circles over her swollen bundle of nerves. Everything she does makes it feel like she can read my mind, like she knows just the right way to fuck with me and get me harder than I’ve ever been in my life. My cock continues to ache within the confines of my jeans, pleading to be set free.
Maria slowly draws her fingers out, the warm glow of the room catching the wetness coating them. “Would daddy like a taste…?” She doesn’t bother waiting for an answer, because she knows I’d kill a hundred men for the chance. She traces the tips of her fingers across my lips, and I open my mouth, greedily licking and sucking them clean. She tastes like heaven and I am ravenous for more.
“Let’s see if you can follow orders just as well as you give them,” Maria says, moving up my torso until her thighs are on either side of my head. Her long fingers comb through my hair, raking my scalp until it tingles, the sensation mingling perfectly with the pain she’s inflicted.
Shocking ache and arousal double-fuck me as her fingers clamp down, pulling my hair, lifting my head up off the floor. “Now… devour your meal like a good boy,” she commands, shoving my face into her cunt.
I obey her orders, teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue, wishing I had a hand free to grip the meat of her ass. She grinds her hips against me as I flatten my tongue out and draw long strokes up her pussy. “Fuck. Yes, that’s it, Cade,” she moans, desperate and wanting and greedy, fucking my face for herself. She pushes hard against my chin as I plunge into her wet heat, circling in her channel, devouring her taste.
The way Maria furiously rides my face tells me just how pissed she was. How she let that rage take root deep in her core, stoking it, saving it for this very moment where she’d either kill me or fuck me into oblivion. And now that she’s got me in her talons, she’s not letting go. She’s taking what she wants, what she deserves.
Her thighs begin to tremble against the sides of my face, and I can tell she’s close. Her jaw opens in a silent scream as my tongue works furious circles around her, my lips sucking her clit with variations of pressure. “That’s it…” she moans. “I’m gonna…gonna come. Yes, please, fuck…” I push the flat of my tongue hard against her, smiling as the fluttering of her orgasm vibrates through my face, her sweet arousal dripping down my throat.
Maria keens, a low and throaty wail, grinding her cunt harder onto my tongue as she spasms through her climax. Her trembling thighs threaten to pancake my skull, and I savor every second of the slow suffocation. Her taste is bitter, metallic—pure fuck-you bravado, salted with sweat and gun oil. Somewhere during her frenzy, her fingernails dig bloody half-moons into my scalp. I groan into her pussy and she slaps the side of my face, hard. Not in warning, but as punctuation.
She shudders, knees giving out, and nearly collapses on top of me. She takes a moment to catch her breath, her skin slick with sweat, before working her way back down my body. She hooks her arms behind her back to unclasp her bra, tossing it aside with the rest of her clothes.
My eyes fix on her breasts, the gentle slope and fullness of them catching the light, her nipples tightened to dusky rose peaks against pale skin marked with a single beauty mark just above her left areola. “Your tits…” I mutter, voice rough with want, “they’re fucking perfect—like they were sculpted just to torture me.”
“I don’t recall asking for your opinion on my tits, Cade,” she replies, a special kind of hate etched in her flawless features. A fresh wave of excitement takes hold when she starts to undo the button and zipper of my jeans. She hooks her fingers in and draws my pants and underwear down, finally freeing my throbbing cock from its torturous prison.
For a moment, Maria only stares, as if what she’s seeing doesn’t compute. Then, her lips twitch, one corner of her mouth tugging up in the subtlest of grins. I breathe a shaky breath as her warm palm curls around my length, her thumb delicately caressing the underside of the head until a small bead of pre-come emerges. I bite my lip hard enough to draw more blood into my mouth as she lowers herself, her wide eyes locked with mine as the tip of her tongue gathers up the clear pearl of arousal.
When I thrust greedily into her grip, she uses her free hand to force my hips back to the floor. “I’m only going to say this one more time, Cade,” she says, her fingers firm on my cock. “I’m the one in charge of pleasure here. No one comes unless I say so. Got it?” I nod my head quickly, breaths shuddering from my chest. “Good.”
Maria’s hand slowly moves from my hips to my thighs, the tips of her fingers leaving scorches of flame in their wake, until she’s gently cupping my balls. Her other hand works my erection, pumping the entire length up and down in long, languid strokes. When I instinctively feel the need to clench, to push into her grip, she settles her knees on top of my thighs, taking away my ability to move.
Moments later, she’s climbing on top of me, straddling my waist and positioning the tip of my cock at her entrance. My entire body floods with unparalleled ecstasy as she eases herself onto me, her red lips parted as a soft moan passes through them. She’s so impossibly slick, gripping me with vice-tight wet heat, and I tip my head back against the floor as Maria starts to move, first slow, teasing at the edge of what I can take—then slamming herself down so hard the base of my cock mashes against her clit. She rides me with the deliberate cruelty of a queen on campaign, making every thrust a punishment and every grind a reprieve.
My arms strain and tense against the restraints. The fire poker digs into my wrists, blood sweeping in a hot pulse down to my hands. I watch her breasts bounce as she lifts and drops herself, rhythm turning sloppy as her hips start to tremble again. She doesn’t break eye contact: those venom-green irises locking me to the moment. Her cheeks stain with wild color, jaw set, mouth open like she wants to say my name but refuses to give the satisfaction.
I feel something new open inside myself—some animal part of me wanting to bite, to buck my hips up and flip her onto her back, to dig in until she screams—but the zip ties are a brilliant touch. My only power is how much of my cock I can coax into her, and she isn’t about to let me do anything on my own terms. She owns me and she wants me to fucking beg for it.
“Please,” I hear myself spit, voice ruined with desperate need. I swallow, tasting copper, and feel a single tear squeeze from the pain in my shoulder. I want to wrap my arms around her, to claw at her thighs, to mark her the way she’s marking me. “Maria. I need to come. Please…”
She bends at the waist, her hips still working in a wild circle as she slowly presses a thumb to the wound by my shoulder. Hot, searing pain blooms red behind my eyelids and I hiss out a “Fuck…!”
“I told you, Cade…” she warns, offering me her first genuine grin. “I’m the one in charge here. This is what you wanted, so you’re gonna fucking take it.” I gasp for air when her thumb finally releases from the fresh wound.
Maria leans back, spreading her legs wider, hands braced on the floor behind her as she pumps her hips, taking every inch of my cock. I watch her like a lovesick puppy as she uses my body for her pleasure, her eyelids fluttering closed, head tilted back—fuck, it’s like I’m not even here. She’s fucking gorgeous, the way her hips move, the way her perfect tits bounce, nipples I’d fucking kill to taste. It’s sick that this was my idea in the first place—to be tied up, to renounce power and control, so that she could show me what she’s really made of.
My cock shines with her wetness as it disappears inside her, the clapping of our sweat-slicked skin echoing against the bare walls like distant thunder. She rubs her clit with two fingers in tight, desperate circles, teeth sinking into her lower lip until it blanches white against the crimson flush of her face. “Oh, fuck…” she groans, bucking her hips in a primal rhythm that makes her breasts bounce and sway hypnotically above me. Her thighs quiver against my sides as she loses more of herself with each passing second, her emerald eyes glazing over. “Fuck. Oh fuck. That’s it, Cade,” she pants between ragged breaths that scorch my chest. “Give me that fat cock, please.”
She’s grinding on me like she wants to break the fucking axis of the earth, every muscle in her legs seizing, her whole body trembling as her orgasm sneaks up and rips through her like a bullet. Her head thunders back, a feral sound shooting from her throat, and her cunt clamps down on my cock in a death vise as she bucks so violently I’m honestly afraid she’ll break my dick in half.
But I hold on. I take it. I worship every fucking second, because she’s in the goddamn stratosphere and I am lucky enough to be the vehicle she used to take herself there. She milks me hard, pushing and pulling, wringing every last plasma-flare of pleasure from my body even though I’m ready, I’m dying, I’m seconds from blacking out from the need.
She collapses forward then, tits mashing against my chest, her mouth close to my ear. “You want to come, Cade?” Her voice is thick, almost slurred, each word sticky with effort. “You beg for it.”
The rawness in my throat surprises me. “Maria, fuck, please, please let me—”
She cuts me off by sinking her teeth into my neck, claws raking up my ribs, and I nearly scream. “Not good enough. Try harder.”
I tilt my face to her, gritting my teeth to keep from coming just from the pain. “Please. I want to come for you. I need you to let me. I want to fill you and make you say my name when I do…” My cock aches, feels like my balls could explode at any moment.
She positions herself so that her tits hang in front of my face—an offering. I take one of her hard nipples into my mouth and suck, rolling my tongue along the firm peak, reveling in the salty sweetness of her sweat.
“I’m not so sure you’ve earned the right to come inside me—or at all, for that matter,” Maria croons, her voice somewhere between teasing and deadly serious.
“Please,” I beg. “Please, Maria. Let me come. I need you. I need to come… I’ll take whatever you’ll give me.”
I watch as her hard features start to soften, and a mischievous grin curls her lush lips. She pulls back from me, her nipples swollen and wet from me sucking on them, and dismounts from my lap. Her absence is agony and is felt immediately, making me regret my words. But this is her show. She’s going to take what’s hers, and decide what I deserve.
Maria flips me over so that I’m lying on my stomach, my hard cock pressed against the expensive area rug. I feel her hands grip my hips and pull up, arching my back, making me feel exposed and vulnerable. Her fingers dig into the meat of my ass, nails biting into flesh, leaving marks that I can only hope will be permanent. With my head down, I can only listen to what she’s doing, her soft hums of approval as she works my cheeks, my cock still throbbing, begging to be touched.
A few agonizing seconds pass without her touch, and I hear her rummaging through the black leather bag that was slung over her shoulder when she first arrived. Then, there’s the unmistakable sound of a bottle’s cap being clicked open—that wet plastic snap that makes my cock twitch against the Persian rug. My body relaxes and tenses in waves as Maria uses one hand to separate my ass cheeks, her crimson nails digging half-moons into my flesh, while the other squirts lube from the open bottle. The cool liquid practically sizzles on my hot skin as it drizzles down my crack, viscous and slick, pooling against my tight, puckered hole. Maria is surprisingly gentle as she massages circles around me, her fingertip applying just enough pressure to make me shiver, loosening me up with hypnotic precision.
“You’re gonna want to take a deep breath, Cade…” she warns, more than a hint of a grin in her voice, that husky timber vibrating through me like a tuning fork. I do as she says, inhaling deep through my nose for several seconds before letting it out through pursed, trembling lips. When the air is expelled from my lungs, I feel the tip of a silicone plug—smooth, unyielding, and considerably larger than I’d anticipated—push at my entrance, the tight ring of muscle fighting the pressure before giving in with a surrender that makes my toes curl. My mouth wrenches open, the sizable toy filling me up inch by excruciating inch, teasing my sensitive insides until stars explode behind my eyelids. “Good boy…” she says praisingly, her words dripping like honey into my ear.
Some of the excess lube has dripped down the tight sack of my balls, and Maria uses her crimson-tipped fingers to smear it across every ridge and vein of my throbbing cock until both are slick and glistening under the amber light. I glide easily through her cupped palm, the calluses on her hand catching just enough to send electric jolts up my spine, her gentle pressure around my shaft perfectly juxtaposing with the burning fullness inside my ass. She corkscrews her wrist with practiced precision as she slowly pumps up and down, thumb flicking over the sensitive head on each upstroke, while her free hand tugs rhythmically at the flared base of the plug, causing my puckered hole to clench and flutter helplessly with each teasing repetition.
The world blurs around the edges, narrowing to the slick friction of her hand and the impossible fullness inside me. Every pull of her fist sends shockwaves of pleasure so intense they border on pain. The plug shifts with each movement, brushing against that hidden spot deep within, and I choke on a gasp. “Fuck, Maria,” I rasp, my voice raw. “You’re going to kill me.”
Her low chuckle is a dark promise against my ear. “Death by my hand is a privilege you haven’t earned yet, Cade.” She quickens her pace, her rhythm becoming ruthless, a perfect counterpoint to the slow, maddening pressure of the toy. “You wanted to be my fantasy? Then take it. All of it.”
My body arches, straining against the floor, every muscle pulled taut like a bowstring. I’m completely at her mercy, my release a coiled spring she’s winding tighter and tighter. Sweat drips from my brow onto the rug below. I can feel it building, a hot, unstoppable tide rising from my balls, up my spine, threatening to shatter me.
“Please,” I beg, the word torn from me. “I’m so close. Let me—”
“Not yet,” she commands, her voice firm even as her breathing grows ragged. She slows her hand to a torturous crawl, twisting her wrist in a way that makes me see stars. She leans over my back, her breasts pressing against my shoulder blades, her lips at my ear. “You come when I tell you to. And only then.”
She lifts me by my shoulders, rocking me back until I settle onto my thighs, bracketing my hips with hers. One hand slithers between my cheeks to press the plug in deeper, while the other wraps around my waist and grips my cock with imbued force. “I don’t just want to hear my name when you come, Cade,” she whispers into the shell of my ear. “I want to hear you scream it.”
“Yes, Señorita… please, I need to come. I need you,” I plead, bucking my hips to match her rhythm. “Fuck, your hand feels so good. I’m going to come so good for you, baby.”
“That’s right, you are. Go ahead. Come for me. I want to see it.”
Every fiber of my being lets go at her long-awaited command, my muscles pulling taut as the pressure inside me builds to its crescendo. Maria’s chin rests on my shoulder, the weight of her gaze on my cock felt. I let out a long groan, my voice loud as it echoes off the cabin walls. “Fuck—Maria!” She yanks the plug from my ass with savage precision, and my cock pulses violently in her grip as thick ropes of come shoot from the tip in long, arcing spurts. Her free hand massages my balls, nails raking over the sensitive skin, as she works me through my orgasm, wringing every last drop from me, her satisfied hums like honey in my ear as my release glazes over her knuckles like war paint.
My chest heaves as I pant for air, the stars that once blinded my vision slowly burning out from existence. I’m vaguely aware of Maria peeling herself from my back, and seconds later she comes into view, kneeling in front of me. Her dark green eyes meet mine as she makes a show of raising her glistening right hand to her mouth, and then licking it clean of my come. She’s absolutely filthy and I fucking love her for it, the way she takes in each one of her fingers past her lips, moaning as her tongue swirls around them, until there’s nothing left.
Mercifully, Maria cuts the ties that have bound me to the fireplace poker, and I’ve never been more pleased to have that control back. But I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t the thrill of my fucking life, surrendering it all to my former protégé.
“I suppose this is the final test for all of your students, isn’t it?” Maria says, her eyes narrowed as she sits on the floor across from me, not a stitch of clothing between us.
A hearty chuckle leaves my throat. “Not a fucking chance, Señorita.” I pause, my eyes scanning her body. “Your training ended a long time ago—I just wasn’t done with you yet.”
She studies me for a moment before a scoff escapes. “This really was all some sick test, wasn’t it,” she says, not a question. “All for your amusement.”
My lips quirk into a crooked grin. “I’ll admit—it was amusing, having you storm in here like you owned the place. But that was kind of the point all along. I knew there was something buried deep inside you. More than a killer’s instinct. And I just had to see that side for myself.”
More seconds tick by, and I can’t tell if she wants to deck me again or do something much worse. But when she finally moves, she scoots closer to me, and wraps her legs around my waist, resting back against my thighs. I brush a lock of her dark brown hair from her face, a gesture I realize could necessitate another stab wound, but she leans into my touch, her eyelids fluttering like butterfly wings.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous…” I breathe, the confession warming me from deep within.
“And you’re an asshole,” she grins, before pressing her lips to mine. More laughter escapes me as she bites down on my lip. When she pulls back, she frames my face in her hands. “But you’re a beautiful asshole. And you’re mine now.”