This week's assignment was a short, slim piece of work who I was ready to break thirty seconds in to our introductions. It was extremely unfortunate that the higher ups had deemed actual torture "unethical" and "unnecessary" a few years ago, or I might have been able to have a more enjoyable evening. As it was, I was stuck with miss Vivian Carlisle, a quick-witted, quirky marine biologist who had recently had the misfortune of coming upon some extremely confidential secrets from the government. Well, it was misfortune for her. For us, it was the cause of long celebration that had been going on for a little over a week now. You see, the woman to which those secrets belonged was a sexless old crow whose disinterest in sex and women was evenly matched with her interest in keeping those precious secrets all to herself. Getting information out of her would have been my hardest work yet-though I don't doubt that I couldn't have done it.
Vivi here, on the other hand, would be all too easy to get making noise. The problem would no doubt be more in trying to make out her breathless confessions from her likely bull-like moans.
At least she was pretty.
Still, I certainly wouldn't mind getting a different type of physical with her.
I'm talking throwing punches.
"So, why don't we cut the crap?" She inquired lightly, taking a delicate sip from her green, lime flavored drink.
Smirking, I arched my back, closing an inch of the distance between us. About five inches to go. "Whatever could you mean?"
"I mean," she huffed, unconsciously leaning forward, "you're obviously a spy. I just met you five days ago, and now you're inviting me to a really fancy bar type place that looks like it's specifically designed for this type of event... are those people fucking?"
I arched an eyebrow. Finally, an assignment with some brains. I'd raised the exact same concern with the organization years ago, but they'd simply waved me off and no one had caught on until it was too late... until this girl.
"Oh, so what, you're going to fuck the secrets out of me? I'll have you know I'm completely heterosexual."
My brow remained arched as I not-so-discretely checked her out. Everything from her rainbow bracelet to her intelligent yet me-absorbed eyes said otherwise. Squirming under my gaze, she reiterated her previous statement.
"Oh, not even a tiny bit... curious?"
She jutted her chin out defiantly.
"Well... what a shame." I purred, my smile telling a different story. "I guess I'll have no choice..."
Her eyes flashed with fear. "What.. whatever you're going to do, it won't work! My mouth is staying shut- ohhh..."
I smirked as I saw her expression melt from timid defiance into one of pure pleasure.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you."
She glared. "Get your hand off of me."
Laughing, I edged closer to her seat. Three inches to go.
"My hand isn't on you... but it can be if you're a good girl."
She looked down at her now already soaked skirt in surprise, finding her own fingers pressing down into the recesses of her body. "What.. what did you do to me?"
"Me? I didn't do anything," I grinned. "Oh, don't feel ashamed, baby. You'd be absolutely shocked at how many times my words have elicited such a response. Now, I'm sorry I have to ask you this, but could you please put your hands out?"
Her hands flew to obey me before it rang through her self conscious.
This might be easier than I thought, I mused.
"After this I'm going to kill you, you bitch," she hissed.
"I look forward to it. Now, please, follow me." Holding her wrists gently in my hands, I guided her to the lounge, where all business was taken care of. On days that I was lucky, the assignment was attractive enough to make this interesting, but even Vivian's unique beauty could not arouse me due to her uncanny gift of knowing all the wrong buttons of mine to push. At least now she was under my spell... I would enjoy making her pay. And yes, maybe I would also enjoy the sight of her at my disposal.
"Lie on the couch, mi amor."
She complied, though the hatred was still plain on her face. That would vanish soon enough.
"Good girl," I praised her, sitting right next to her with my legs tucked under me. "Now, here's how this is going to work. You tell me something, and I reward you. Eventually, we'll work up to what I want, and you'll be allowed to come. However, if you don't comply, you'll find yourself in immense discomfort." Expertly, I wrapped the silk bonds around her wrists and attached them to the post above her head. "Is that too tight?"
She shook her head venomously.
"Good. Okay, baby, we're going to start, meaning I'm going to need to take off some of your clothes, okay?"
Her nod came with the same amount of venom, but with a little more need.
"I need verbal consent, baby. Please?"
"Take my fucking clothes off already, you bastard."
I smiled and winked in her direction.
"Good girl."
Staring directly into her eyes, I began slowly unzipping her skirt, taking even longer to drag it down her slender legs and off into the ground. Then, I linked my pinkies around the band of her lacy red underwear.
"So you came here expecting the panties come off, did you?"
She didn't waver her cold gaze.
"I would respond to me, baby. Remember the position you're in. Think about all the things I could do to you."
A small moan escaped her small mouth.
"Yes, ma'am."
To my surprise, I felt heat begin to spread between my legs.
"Keep calling me ma'am and I'm going to have to break some of the rules for you," I whispered, removing her soaked panties from her equally wet legs and trying to ignore the sudden unintentional huskiness of my voice.
She moaned again, her eyes now hooded.
