A Dangerous Widow (A Dangerous Series) (20 page)

“I want to cuff you to the bed,” she said as
she slinked over to him.
 
“Are you
open to that?”

That wasn’t part of the script, so he
furrowed his brow at her.

“That’s not what I had in mind.”

“Then how can I change your mind?” she said
as she laid her naked body on top of his.
 
“Because I’m also into this.”

“But you’re not the one paying ten grand for
it.”

She straddled him when he said that, and then
slowly began thrusting her ass against his cock in such a way that it hugged
it.
 
“Please,” she said as she moved
back and forth in an effort to wear down his resistance.
 
“I want to lock your hands behind your
head and have my way with you.
 
You
won’t forget it—or regret it.
 
Because there are lots of things I want to do to you, and I’m certain
that when I’m finished, you’ll carry them with you for the rest of your
life.
 
I’m that good.
 
And frankly, after seeing you like
this—I’m that horny.
 
When I’m
finished with you, I want you to do the same to me.”

“If I agree to this, you’re going to have to
let me bend you over my knee and spank you.
 
Because you
should
be spanked for suggesting something like this.”

“But how hard will you spank me?” she
asked.
 
“Hard enough to leave
marks?”

“Oh, I’ll leave my share of them.
 
And I plan on being rough with you, but
I’ll only go as far with that as you want.
 
When we met, you mentioned that we should have a safe word.
 
So, what’s yours?”

“Widow,” she said.

“That’s your safe word?”

“It is.”

“You’re kinkier than I thought.”

“You have no idea.
 
Now, let me cuff you to the bed.”

“I don’t know…”

Challenge him.

“After our talks, I was under the impression
that you’d be man enough to also be on the receiving end of this.
 
If I’m wrong about your intentions here tonight,
tell me now and we can just part as friends.
 
Because I want this to be fulfilling for
each of us.”

He looked incredulously at her.

“You’ll leave?”

“From the moment I met you, Sam, I knew that
I wanted to be with you—regardless of the money.
 
In fact, tonight I’m not even going to
take your money.
 
I don’t want it
because I sense a connection between us, and the money will just cheapen
it.
 
I’m here to have fun, because
you do turn me on, and you’ve got a cock that’s so big, I can’t wait to take all
of it.”

When she said that, she felt him stiffen and
throb even harder against her.

She dangled the handcuffs in front of him
again, and he seemed to make a decision.
 
He smiled wryly at her and narrowed his eyes while he put his hands
behind his head.
 

“All right,” he said.
 
“But this better be good, because if it
isn’t, I’ll make you pay for it later.”

“Oh, it’s going to be good,” she said.
 
“You’re about to die and go to heaven.”

“Then get on with it.
 
Because in two hours, I need to get back
home to my wife.”

The bed was made for just this sort of
thing—there were five cast iron bars that ran horizontally across the
back of the headboard.
 
After she
kissed him on the lips, she leaned down so that he could take one of her
nipples in his mouth as she fastened the cuffs to him and attached them to the
top post, which was high enough to keep his hands above his head—and to also
restrict his movement.
 

But there was more to accomplish before she
could kill him, wasn’t there?
 
She
already knew how she was going to kill him—she’d figured that out when
she saw the bevy of toys he had fastened to the wall at her left.
 
But if his legs remained free, he’d
still have too much power over her—he would still be able to kick at her
and thrash beneath her.
 
And if that
happened, all of this could go to hell.

His wife had made it very clear to Jade—it
was imperative that his death look like an accident—like a sexual deviant
who had gone too far.
 
In order to
contain him as much as she could, Jade knew that she’d need to fasten his feet
together so that, when he did buck against her in an effort to save his life,
she’d still be able to restrain him.

Seductively, she slid off him, moved off the
bed, and went to his wall of toys.

“Which should I use on you?” she said.
 
“The feather?
 
Maybe at some point.
 
The ball gag?
 
Absolutely, but not now.
 
So, how about the whip?
 
Don’t answer,” she said as she eyed the
rope that was attached to the wall.
 
“Because I already have my answer.”
 

She removed the whip, cracked it at him, and
then reached for the rope that was hanging alongside it.
 
Everett looked at the rope with concern as
she carried both over to the bed.
 

“What do you plan to do with that?” he
asked.

“Tie up your ankles.”

“Why?”

“Do I need a reason?”

“You do.”

“For fun.
 
But don’t worry—I’ll only tie them
loosely together.
 
That said, before
we go forward, I also need to know what your safe word is.”

“Whore,” he said.

“Well, then.
 
How about if I be just that for you?”

The heavy rope she held in her hands was made
of a silky material that would leave no marks or abrasions.
 
It was designed purely for sex play, but
that didn’t mean that it couldn’t serve her needs.
 
Before she slid the rope around his
ankles, she flicked the whip lightly against his cock just enough for it to
sting a bit.
 
Everett responded to
it with a groan, so Jade did it again before she covered his mouth with hers.

“I’m going to make you come without barely
touching you,” she said.
 

“I doubt that.”

“You’ll see.”

“Then prove me wrong.”

“Lift your leg for me.”

He hesitated.

“Come on—lift it for me.”

“Whore,” he said.

“Oh, please,” she said.
 
“Really?
 
So soon? I thought that you were into
this…”

“This is our first time together.”

“So what if it is?”

“I’m usually the one in control.
 
I don’t want to be immobilized.”

“What do you think I’m going to do to you,
Sam?
 
Kill you?
 
Come on.
 
You’re talking like a pussy.”

“You know what?” he said.
 
“This isn’t working for me.
 
Take the handcuffs off me.”

“I’m afraid that I can’t do that,” she
said.
 
Swiftly, she snaked the rope
beneath his ankles, made a loop around them, and tugged hard to make a knot
that was so secure, he’d never be able to break free from it.
 
He lifted his head from the pillow and
looked down at her as she stepped off the bed.

“What the fuck?” he said.

“Feather or whip?” she said.

“Neither.”

She looked behind her at his wall of sexual
trinkets, and reached for the ball gag.
 
“Then how about this?” she asked as she removed it from its hook.

“Absolutely not.”

“You and I both know that with a restricted
airflow, the orgasm I’m about to give you is only going to be that much more
powerful.
 
Have you ever experienced
that before?”

“I have.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

He hesitated before he said, “I did.
 
It was mind-blowing.”

“So, why not enjoy it again?”

“Because I don’t know you.”

“Look, baby—relax,” she giggled.
 
“This is all about having fun—and
pushing each other to our limits.
 
You wanted me for that reason.
 
If I’ve somehow gotten this situation wrong, then—like I said
before—I should just release you now and go home.”

“No,” he said.
 
“Don’t go.”

“Are you sure this time?
 
Because this really is getting boring.”

“Put the ball gag on me.”

“I don’t know, Sam.
 
I’m beginning to think that I’m dealing
with an amateur.”

That pissed him off.

“I’m no amateur.”

“You’re certainly acting like one.”

“Put it on me.”

“This is your last chance to say no.”

“Do it.”

“You’re going to be happy that I did,” she
said as she snaked her way up his body and fastened the device tightly around
his head and shoved the bright red ball deep into his mouth.

“First things first,” she said.
 
“Right now, you can only breathe through
your nose.
 
I need to know for sure
that you’re able to breathe before we go any further with this.
 
This is a safety issue.
 
Because I sure as hell won’t go any
further with this if you can’t breathe.”

When she said that, a sense of relief and
excitement came over his face, and he nodded that he was fine.

And that’s when Jade acted.

To make sure that his death looked natural,
she had to make it look as if this was a sex act gone wrong.
 
And so she poised her body on top of his
torso, gave him a final kiss on his forehead, and then said low into his ear,
“You’re a freak, Sam.
 
Your wife
knows it—and she doesn’t approve.”

With brutal force, she pressed her left fist
hard against his chest to hold him down, while she used her thumb and
forefinger to clamp down on his nostrils.
 
Unable to breathe, Sam Everett first looked at her in confusion—and
then in horror as his face flushed bright red.
 

In an unexpected jolt of fear, horror, and
surprise, he heaved and writhed beneath her while Jade rode him, her legs
firmly pressed against his sides for support.
  
He thrashed.
 
He sputtered.
 
She heard him start to gag.
 
And then, unexpectedly, he lurched
forward and smashed his forehead against hers, which sent her off the bed and
reeling to the floor.
 

She checked her forehead for blood just as
he started to wail a muffled cry for help that was so loud, it startled
her—someone might hear him.
 
In a rush, she flung her body on top of his again, slapped him hard
across the face, pinched his nostrils again, and then held on tighter than she
had before while making sure to keep her face far away from his.
 

Though he fought hard for his life, Jade
fought harder to end it.
 
She
remained anchored on top of him—an anvil that wasn’t about to move.

“Do you want to know why my safe word is
‘widow,’ Sam?” she asked as his eyes started to bulge and roll toward the
ceiling.
 
“It’s because I’m an
assassin.
 
And because of men like
you, I’ve left plenty of widows in my wake.
 
I know, I know—you’re finally
slipping away now.
 
But here’s what
your wife wants you to hear before you die.
 
She hired me to kill you because just a
few weeks ago she learned about this dirty little secret life of yours.
 
And since she asked me to make your
death look as if one of your sexual exploits had gone a bit too far, this is
how you’re going to die.
 
That way,
she can collect your life insurance money—as well as the rest of your
fortune.”

*
 
*
 
*

When he was dead, Jade slid off
him—and rushed to finish the rest of the job.

With Everett stone-cold still with the ball
gag still in his mouth, she went into the bathroom, soaked one of the hand
cloths, and then came back into the bedroom to wash her prints off his
body.
 
She knew that her DNA was all
over him, but since she’d never once been caught during her many years as an
assassin—or ever arrested for other crimes—the DNA would prove
useless in any investigation.