RELEASE: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance

by Naomi West

  She could see the outline of his long, thick manhood as it bulged in his pants, just inches from her nose. He was hard, excited by her naked body and by the position he had her in. And she couldn't help but be excited too.

  “Unzip me,” he instructed, as he yanked her up so she straightened herself.

  She was so small compared to him that she had to kneel completely upright. She unconsciously licked her lips and glanced up at him.

  “I said unzip me,” he barked. “Not look at me, slut.”

  She nodded, her pussy dripping at his words and actions that were meant to demean her. But she didn't feel demeaned at all, she realized. She just felt excited by the way his he seemed to command immediate subservience. And, fuck, she wanted to serve him. She reached up and unzipped the front of his slacks.

  “Good girl,” he growled. “Now, undress me the rest of the way.”

  She reached up, her fingers trembling with anticipating, and began to unbuckle his belt. She unsnapped his slacks and pulled them down, along with his boxer briefs.

  His engorged manhood leaped out of his underwear, and she jerked back so it could bob freely in front of her face. He was huge. A big, purplish head crowned his long, thick length, pre-cum dripping from the tip. A set of heavy testicles hung between his massive, toned legs, perfect forms that were just begging to be tongued and played with.

  Abby had always hated to give blow jobs, but something about Zed's shaft and balls, and the demeaning chain and collar, set a fire inside her and between her legs. She licked her lips again, her mouth salivating just like Pavlov's dog, her body shaking in its eagerness for him to give her the command she knew was coming. Still, though, she dropped her hands back to her lap and continued to wait.

  He wrapped the chain around his hand, tightening it further as he shortened the length. Less than a foot of steel was still extended, and the collar pulled at her neck cruelly as she waited for the word.

  She bit her lip, fighting back a groan of need as she waited.

  “Suck it,” Zed groaned, as he pulled Abby's chain, guiding her towards his proud, manly cock. The collar strained against her neck as she put up a token resistance, her brain still not wanting to fully give in to his demands. The collar rubbed deliciously against her skin as he inexorably guided her mouth to his member.

  She parted her lips slowly as she dropped her token fight and allowed herself to be guided forward. She closed her eyes as she tasted him with her tongue, swirling it around his excited head and savoring her first taste of his pre-cum.

  He groaned as she flicked her tongue over his little slit, took him between her lips, and sucked gently. “Good,” he groaned, “I knew those lips were good for something. Show me what you can do, slut.”

  She looked up at him again, gauging his reaction as she stretched her mouth and tried to fit more of him in. Her jaw ached as it stretched around him, her tongue swirling and lashing all around his head and shaft as she moved up and down him. She pulled back as she felt the chain loosen a little and ran her pursed and sucking lips down the underside of his head and shaft, tantalizing him with her mouth.

  He ran his fingers through her blonde hair, a whispered string of filthy encouragement flying from his lips. “God, your whore lips feeling amazing on my cock. Give it more tongue, you dirty slut. That's it, slut, put my cock in your mouth.”

  She bobbed her head on his shaft, taking more of him with each movement. Soon, he was reaching her gagging point, and she pulled back a little as she brought her hand up and wrapped her fingers around his huge circumference, the tips of her fingers barely touching.

  His fingers tightened in her hair as he let out a guttural groan of pleasure, his hips moving forward to thrust himself through her hand. “I knew you'd be a good little cocksucker, Abby,” he growled, as he gripped her hair more tightly and pushed his cock into her mouth. “A good little slut.”

  She tried to pull back as he thrust himself deeper, but his hand held her in place. She realized how wet she was, and she slipped a hand down between her thighs to play with herself. She opened her mouth wider as he fed more to her, trying to relax her jaw as she gagged around his length.

  “I see your hand down there,” he groaned, as he choked again. “You're enjoying my cock, aren't you slut?”

  She looked up and they locked eyes. Ashamed of herself, suddenly, she nodded, as her fingers become a frenetic mess, slipping down to her folds and collecting more of her own lubricant to rub on her clit. She breathed quickly and raggedly through her nostrils as tears began to form at the corner of her eyes, the pleasure flooding her body as she indulged herself in the sluttiest thing she'd ever experienced.

  Still, he fucked in and out of her mouth, his hand now pulling her onto him with each tug of her hair. The pain mixed with the pleasure from her fingers, and she knew she was close as her saliva dribbled from her lips and dripped down her chin.

  All she could do was pray that he'd cum soon. Not because she wanted it to be over. No, far from it. Normally, she hated the taste of cum, but with the smell of his manliness filling her nose and taste buds, seemingly overexciting them, all she could think of was what he would taste like. She moaned around his length, encouraging her captor to fill her begging mouth with his seed.

  Soon, she felt his whole body tense as she swirled her tongue around his shaft. He seemed to swell in her mouth to an even bigger size, and began to pulse with barely contained passion. Knowing what was soon arriving, she did the exact opposite of what she normally did and closed her lips around him as tightly as possible, beginning to suck for all she was worth. She'd never so badly wanted a man to cum in her mouth, and had never wanted so desperately to swallow all of him down.

  He threw his head back, a low groan coming from deep in his body. He shuddered all over, his knees weakening and shaking in front of her eyes as his fingers wrapped themselves in her hair, and his other hand yanked on the chain connected to the collar around her neck. Finally, he began to pump into her mouth, his seed shooting onto her tongue. “Fuck, you're amazing,” he purred, the hand holding the chain leash stroking her face. “Such a good girl. Maybe there's hope for you yet.”

  She savored as much of his sweet and salty cum as she could, her eyes closed as her fingers finally fulfilled their goal and brought her to a wracking orgasm. Her stomach trembled and her thighs shook as she began to swallow him down to make plenty of room. A fire seemed to sweep through her, engulfing her entirely, from her toes to the tips of her nipples, as she moaned loudly around his stiff rod. Her eyes swept up and over his body and over the delighted, content look on his face. And, oddly, she loved watching that serenity as it spread over his face. For the first time since she'd met him, he seemed to be at peace.

  The cum ran from the corners of her mouth and down over her chin, as his cock began to soften.

  She slurped on him hungrily, milking him and swallowing down what she could get. When his cock was back to half-hard, she brought her other hand up from between her thighs and lifted him out of the way, so her tongue and lips could get to his heavy, tightened balls.

  He groaned appreciatively as she sucked first one, then the other, into her mouth, her tongue swirling over their smoothness. “You can get up now, Abby. You did a wonderful job.”

  “Not much of a punishment, sir,” she whispered, as she settled back down on her legs, her wanton need sated for the time being.

  He dropped the chain from his hand, letting it slink off and straighten back into a long strand of steel that slapped against her skin as he untangled his other hand from her long, blonde hair. He ran his thumb over her chin, collecting some of the cum she'd missed as he'd finished. “Maybe you didn't need one, after all,” he said, as he positioned the now pearled tip of this thumb in front of her lips. “Maybe you weren't lying about the cameras.”

  They exchanged a long, searing look as she slowly leaned her head forward and slid her lips over his thumb, her tongue swirling around and cleaning it of his deli
cious nectar. She smiled a little and moaned around his digit. She moaned at her own dirtiness and at how it made her feel as she thought of how filthy and kinky this all was.

  But, fuck, he'd called her such a good girl as she did what she was told. The look on his face and the feelings between her legs were both incredible. Her orgasm from just her hand was almost as bone-shaking as the day before.

  Unfortunately, great sex, strong body, and beautiful cock, or not, she still couldn't afford to break. This man was nuts, especially with what he wanted her to do. She needed to remember that, no matter how much pleasure he could give her body.

  Chapter Ten

  Abby

  Abby paced in the bathroom, waiting for the shower to heat up. Zed had let her come in alone to get cleaned up. Now, she worried about her future and her safety. No matter what had just happened, she still had to be careful about him. She had to convince him, somehow, that she was wholly and totally committed to helping him with his brother.

  Her thoughts turned to her phone call with Jackie. Her assistant had said she had cut her vacation short to come in and deal with complaints about Abby missing work because of the car accident. Apparently, people were whispering about how inopportune it was.

  Abby had a good idea where those complaints were manifesting from, too. In fact, it was one malcontent in particular who could probably accept the brunt of the blame—Mark Letterman. He had to be the one stirring the pot and making up rumors about her.

  She went and checked the shower. Satisfied it was hot enough, she stepped within the stall and stood beneath the pulsing streams, luxuriating under the heat. She soaped herself up and went over the problem in front of her.

  She'd already been gone for four days. A whole week, at this point, wouldn't make any difference. Whatever small amount of damage had already been done was going to remain done, even if she rushed into work today. Waiting any longer, though, was out of the question. She'd begin to look like she couldn't manage her private life and keep it from interfering with her position at Pharma-Vitae.

  As she shampooed and conditioned her hair, she continued with making her plans. If she wanted to get out of this in one piece, and do it quickly, she needed to play Zed's game. She needed to go along with him in whatever he planned on doing to her, or because of her. The cameras had been a screw up on her part; she'd honestly forgotten most of them were even there. But, going forward, she couldn't have anything else like that happen. Any more screw ups, and she would undo all the advances she'd already made in getting him to trust her.

  And, sure, she thought Zed was hot. Crazy, but still fucking hot. He did things to her no man had ever dared to try, and those were things that her body apparently loved and lusted after.

  She couldn't let that get in her way, though. She could do the all dirty, filthy, kinky acts he wanted, and she might enjoy them, but that didn't mean she needed to fall entirely into his line of thinking. Illnesses like his brothers sometimes ran in families. Clearly.

  After finishing in the shower, she dressed in a fresh set of clothes and met Zed back in the bedroom, a small smile on her lips.

  Zed was standing in the middle of the bedroom, his back to her, when she walked out of the bathroom. “All showered?” he asked.

  She nodded to his back, instinctively going through the motions that he expected. “Yes, sir. Thank you.”

  But that's all they were—motions. At least, that's what she hoped they were.

  # # #

  Zed

  Zed turned around to face Abby. She looked beautiful with her wet hair, glowing skin, loose fitting clothes, and a corona of steam surrounding her angelic face. He bit his thumb, agitated, as he looked her over.

  He'd been wasting precious time on this little mission of breaking Abby Winters, and he knew it. Sure, it had been amazing, and he couldn't stop thinking about how wonderful her lips and tongue had felt as they encircled his cock, but he needed to be focused on getting Kai out.

  That was the mission, here. The mission he'd lost sight of in his lust for her body, and in his need to subjugate her to his demands. Eventually, the little ruse they'd been able to pull on Phara-Vitae was going to expire. It had a time limit, after all, and each tick of the clock brought them closer. If he didn't manage to find some kind of evidence of Kai's innocence, and do it quickly, he'd end up losing his best asset in this fight. Abby Winters wouldn't be CEO anymore.

  “What, sir?” Abby asked, after a moment.

  “We need to go through any kind of files you have on Dimalerax that you can access from here. Can you do that for me?”

  She nodded. “I can try, sir. But no guarantees. They may not have what you're looking for, or the files might not say what you want them to say.”

  She was right, of course. Maybe they wouldn't. Maybe they hadn't seen the results that Kai had experienced. He put his hand on her shoulder and watched as she started to go through file after file that had been emailed to her. He kept his thoughts to himself as she looked through the files, not wanting to disrupt her concentration.

  “These look good,” she said, after a little while of searching.

  Zed leaned in close over her shoulder as she began scrolling through a bunch of notations, emails, and PDF documents. She was far and away faster and more competent with a computer than he was, that much was for sure. “What are we looking at?” he asked.

  She made a low, grumbling noise in her throat, an uncertain sound if he'd ever heard one. “I'm not exactly sure, but I think . . .”

  “You think?” he asked after a moment, trying to get her to continue her thoughts.

  “No,” she whispered, shaking her head as she opened up another set of documents. “No, that can't be true.”

  “What?” Zed asked, getting excited and troubled at the same time. Had he been right? Had he been wrong? Were they hiding something? “Tell me, Abby.”

  She sighed and looked at him. “Study after study,” she said, then seemed to pause and swallow as she searched for the right word, “show that it doesn't work—not as effectively as they claim it does.”

  “Study after study?” Zed hissed. “You mean they have been lying?” he demanded. “This whole fucking time?”

  She just kept shaking her head. “How did I not fucking know this?” she mused, her eyes shimmering with angry tears. “How could I have been so stupid?” she asked aloud, her voice trembling.

  Zed watched her face as it ran through the gamut of emotions. Anger, betrayal, anger again, and, finally, fear. He believed her. At least, he thought he did. He slapped a hand down on the edge of the desktop. “That's it,” he announced. “This is what I need. This is definitely it, isn't it? I can get those pieces of shit and hold them accountable, can't I?”

  Abby turned to him, her almond-shaped eyes full of shock.

  “I have to hold Pharma-Vitae accountable,” he said. “You know that. It's the only way my brother will ever get free, Abby. It's the only way.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Zed

  “Can you print these up for me?” Zed asked, as he gestured to the computer screen with a curt nod. “So I can read through them?”

  “Print them up for you?” Abby asked, shaking her head. “No, Zed, I can't let you have them. That's a huge breach of protocol. These are all industry secrets.”

  Zed barked a short, harsh burst of laughter as he straightened to his full height. “You're telling me that the evidence that they lied and manipulated the truth is an industry secret?”

  “Besides,” she continued, swinging around in the chair to face him, “this would destroy the company. I'd lose my job, Zed. My assistant would lose her job. I mean, those people have families, just like your brother did. This is like Enron level of corruption, maybe. The fines from the government, the lawsuits we'd open ourselves to, are off the charts. I already took Dimalrax off the market provisionally, Zed. What more do you want from me?”

  “I want you people to admit that you ruined lives, that's
what!” Zed shouted. “Here,” he said, pushing past her to the computer. He pulled up YouTube on her web browser and searched for a video he wanted to show. “Look at this.”

  “What is it?” she asked, a note of distrust in her voice.

  “Just watch,” he said, as he pressed play.

  It was an advertisement that had just been quietly released at the beginning of the month. He eyed her face, monitoring for any changes as she watched it.

  “The jobs of our first responders put them into tough situations,” the commercial began. “Dimalerax is here to help them be as tough as they need to be to keep us safe.”