That would be giving you what you wanted, wouldn't it, slave," Mistress purred, her blue eyes melting my very soul. "What would you like me to wear, ...istress?" I dared to run my fingers down her cheek absentmindedly. "Hm I'm thinking you should wear that black and red corset... I acquired for you last week... with the matching... undies and nylons," my mistress kissed down my jaw and neck, her hands running in small circles over my naked body. I moaned quietly and she grinned wickedly and. To initiate a move and fail before I'd even got fairly started, especially in front of the woman I loved, would be more of a blow than my always fragile self-esteem could stand. I was already in waters well above my head, with my life recently in dire peril twice—I had no doubt at all that, Cesar Romero's promises notwithstanding, I'd have been dead a split second after handing him the flash drive he was after—and I needed to be at the peak of my game, not enmired in the marshes of. I jump in, “Name and address of who ordered the contract.” Not a question, an order. He tells us Paul Williams the Third, and he gives us an address. Kira writes it down. “Put your gun away. Disable all of the booby traps and recording devices in this office right now!” He gets up, and does so. “Open up all of the safes and places where confidential and important data is.” He obeys, opening two safes and three drawers. “Do you use electronic banking?” A nod yes. “Open up the five accounts with. It didn’t work. He woke up and looked into my eyes and smiled. I brought my lips to his and slipped my tongue over his, pressing my body closer to him. I told him to go back to sleep, that he needed to rest. He didn’t want to. My hand brushed low, and I felt him. He was hard again. We continued to kiss, igniting that desire in us again. He gently pulled on my arm, telling me without words what he wanted. I climbed over top of him, my hair hanging down in his face. I had to reposition myself a.