The Hitman's Angel(11)

An uneven laugh sails out of her. “Can we just focus on this first time, please?”

“I am very focused on it, angel.”

She blows out a breath. “Noticed that.”

It’s totally possible I’m wrong, but I think her adorable rambling has given me an understanding of why she’s suddenly nervous around me. “Will we spend some time kissing and going on dates before I fuck you, Margaret?”

Her mouth opens and closes. “You would do that?”

“It will be painful, but it’s more painful to have you scared of me.”

She frowns. “I’m not scared of you. I’m scared of, um…”

“Tell me.”

“You know.” She glances down at my cock and turns pink. “The pain.”

I lift a hand and cup her cheek. “It’s my job to make sure the pleasure outweighs the pain your first time, Margaret.” My thumb travels over the soft, plumpness of her lower lip. “And I take my job very seriously.”

Margaret regards me for a moment before stepping closer, seemingly fascinated with my chin. “You’re not frustrated?”

“Nyet. You almost gave me a hand job in the restaurant and tell me you like to be called little girl by Lenin, now you want to wait. It makes perfect sense to me.”

A smile spreads across her face. “Oh wow. That was some serious sarcasm.”

I pinch my index finger and thumb together. “Maybe a little bit. I’m learning from the best.”

She laughs quietly. “I like you.”

My heart expands to the point of nearly exploding out of my chest. “You do?” I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “That is good, angel.”

“I’m going to take my bath now.”

I grunt. “And then we kiss for a while.”

“Yes.” She presses her lips together and casts a glance toward the bathtub. “Are you going to watch me?”

“That would be my preference.”

Her cheeks bloom with color. “Okay.” She leaves me to walk toward the tub and I mourn the loss of her body heat. My blood grows hot as molten metal when she removes her T-shirt and bares her tits. I’m incapable of stopping myself from reaching down and running the heel of my hand up and down the ridge of my cock. The most beautiful creature in the world is giving me a private show. It’s impossible to believe I’ve gotten so lucky after the life I’ve led, but I’m powerless to do anything but enjoy as Margaret unzips her tiny shorts and lets them drop, leaving her in nothing but the blue panties she wore before. Knowing they still carry her orgasm makes me insane to give her another one.

She flips her long, dark hair and regards me over her shoulder. I wish to commission a painting of the sight, it’s such perfection. Just as I commit it to memory, she leans forward slowly, bracing her hand on the edge of the tub to test the temperature. The movement thrusts out her backside, and I salivate over the smooth, round mounds of her ass, the way her panties hug those curves. Someday I’ll push those cheeks apart and drive my tongue into her little virgin asshole until she screams for Daddy.

Her panties slip down her thighs next and I sink my teeth into my lower lip until I taste blood. Bent over as she is, I can see her pussy from behind and it’s everything I can do not to mount her like a beast. In excruciating pain, I have to turn away from the sight of her and breathe deeply, counting to ten and back.

“Lenin.” I hear her sink into the bath. “Why won’t you, um…relieve yourself?”

With a heavy swallow, I drop my head against the wall, although I’d like to slam it full force. “My body has been creating this seed since I met you, so every drop inside my balls is precious. I can only give you this particular load once.”

There’s some shifting in the water and I imagine her soaping her pussy. “I can’t believe you made balls sound so romantic,” she says a little breathlessly.

Despite my painful arousal, my lips turn up at the ends. “I’m glad you think so.” I allow myself one more stroke through my pants and remove my hand, bracing it on the wall. “Do you mind if I get comfortable?”

“Of course not.”

I unbutton my shirt and free it from my waistband. Knowing she is going to see my tattoos, I hesitate, but hiding them forever isn’t realistic, so I exhale and remove my shirt, watching her over my shoulder for a reaction. I don’t get what I’m expecting. Instead of fear, I see curiosity. And attraction. Yes, definitely that. She shifts in the bathtub and I growl low in my chest when her pink nipples harden amidst the bubbles. “Do you like what you see, Margaret?”

She nods slowly, her bee-stung lips parting on a shaky breath. “Some of those tattoos seem kind of…symbolic. Like badges of honor.”

“More duty than honor, in my case,” I say softly. “Someday I will explain them to you, angel.” I pause. “You have nothing to fear from me. Ever. You know that?”

Again, she nods. “I can’t be scared of you when you make me feel so powerful,” she murmurs. “You could take what you want from me so easily, but you let me believe I’m in control of what happens between us.”

I notice a shadow cross her face and want to banish it. “There’s more.”

“Yeah.” Her eyes darken. “This power you give me…it makes me want to test it. Like teasing you in the restaurant or…undressing for you. I never would have pegged myself for a tease, but…”