Killing in the Name of... (Closed for ShadesOfGrey)

Kelly smiled when Ivan downed his drink without hesitation and murmured "New friends..." Considering her reputation it was nice that he trusted her enough to accept a drink from her.

She couldn't suppress a low moan against his mouth when Ivan began to squeeze and fondle her breasts through her bra for a moment before he reached behind her with practiced ease so he could undo the offending garment and throw it away and get unrestricted access to them. Did he like her breasts? They had the firmness of youth and were capped with slightly puffy aureoli and nipples that were now hard and distended with exitement; a delightfull handfull for someone who's hands weren't to large. Kelly's breath caught in her throat, and then she moaned, shifting position slightly to give him greater access when she felt the strength in his fingers as he began to firmly knead her breasts as if he were a baker and they were two soft, plaint mounds of dough. When he began tugging and rolling her sensitive nipples between his fingertips she began to kiss him wildly, trying not to think about what it would feel like to have such powerfull and suprisingly gentle fingers at her throat choking her.

She followed him down to lie on top of him, squirming against him as she kissed him heatedly, trying to rub the sopping wet crotch of her panties along the length of his cock as she tried to create friction, then squealed in protest when he ripped her panties off her body "Hey! Those were expensive." Kelly chided him in mock indignation but the way she began sliding his length along her slit, lubricating his hot, hard, cock with her fluids robbed the words of any sting.

Unable to wait any longer Kelly kissed him on the forehead before she straitened up and lifted herself up off him just enough that she could wrap her fingers around his throbbing erection and position him at her entrance. She paused there for a long few seconds, teasing him before she finaly settled slowly down onto him, groans escaping both of them as she felt his cock fill her with it's heat and bulk. With a wicked smile on her face Kelly clenched her internal muscles hard around his cock rythmicaly. Men always seemed to love it when she did that.

"Tomorrow... Miguel... don't... get... in my way... I'll kill... you... if I have to." She leaned forward, supporting her weight on her hands so that she could kiss him, her tongue slithering and coiling around his wetly between the words. There. She'd said it. She'd all but dared him to put a bullet in her head, just as he'd intended to do when he'd returned to that ally to look for her all those months ago. He should have killed her when he'd had the chance. If the situation had been the other way around she wouldn't have hesitated.

"Come on, Ivan... say it... you're going to kill me tomorrow... I know you want to." Her eyes sparkled with undisguised exitment as she used her internal muscles on his cock to emphasize her words. It was evident that her goading was not only deadly serious, it was a massive turn-on for her. She was intent on provoking a confrontation so that she could test herself against him and prove to them both that she could take him. The thought that she might be the one to end up dead hadn't even occured to her

Straitening up again Kelly slowly pulled almost completely off him so that only the head of his cock remained nestled between her folds. Then she slammed back onto his cock. Her mouth hung open but no sound came out, only an abrupt exhaling of air, as if she wasn't expecting what she was feeling. After a few seconds, she did it again, slowly building up to a grueling rhythm that soon had her supple body running with sweat. Knowing she was fucking, and being fucked, by a man who intended to kill her was the most intense, mind blowing experience of her young life.

She slumped forward to rest her hands against him when she felt one of his hands begin to gently massage her shoulder before moving to close around her delicate throat. She wimpered and redoubled her efforts as his grip tightened, not tight enough to bruise her skin but more than tight enough to make sure she couldn't keep up with her body's demand for oxygen.

The way Kelly attacked him in this different environment and completely changed scenario was quite spectacular. Her internal muscles were powerful, tightly knit, and experienced it seemed. The way she moved allowed Ivan to feel every bit of her hot, wet, vibrating skin as she pushed down. When Kelly moved up the tightening grip did the same to his own sensitive glands on the underside of his cock. The throbbing grew louder in his ears, it expanded his manhood even among the tight confines with ease, sending blood that carried tingling pleasure through his body. He could feel the pleasure from his toes, to his fingertips, and deep inside of body. Slowly the feelings began to gnaw on a rather resistant plane that kept him so calm, cool, and collected. A thing that held his emotions, his feelings, or his inner beast, whatever one wished to call it.

"Tomorrow... Miguel... don't... get... in my way... I'll kill... you... if I have to."

The panted words barely found their way through the haze of pleasure that Ivan was experiencing, and in fact if it were not for the name added to them he was absolutely sure that they would not have been heard. Only the name was enough to send a pang of adrenaline that increased the pleasure radiating from the tightly wrapped, slippery, throbbing head of his dick. The pang also woke his conscious enough to start him thinking. He thought about it and dismissed the thought of it being real almost immediately. She was young, impulsive, and getting the biggest thrill of her life right now.Even if it is not the biggest cock she'd had. The thought caused him to grin, and combined with the exploding pleasure through his body it lit his eyes in just a way to make them seem a little deadlier, and a little looser with all of impulses he controlled so well.

"Come on, Ivan... say it... you're going to kill me tomorrow... I know you want to."

Those next words he was fully alert for, and they only reinforced his thought of her being an adrenaline junky. It made sense really, but he was not thinking about the big picture nearly as much as what was happening now. If Kelly so desired an experience like this, and she was doing everything in her power to get it, while giving him quite the ride, then who was he to stop her? The sudden shift from a more intimate seduction, to much more basic, instinctual, and animal like fucking was the last bit his internal psyche needed to release whatever he had been holding back. His hands crept like snakes up her hot, sweaty skin. One slipped around her throat, while the other took hold of her hips to help guide and prepare Kelly for what was coming next.

With a grunt, his entire body that was simply sculpted for action of violence, lifted from the bed and twisted.

In a flash Kelly was on her back, and he could see the explosion of excitement in her glassy but alert eyes.

The hand on her hip moved with precision and speed, grasping first one slim wrist, and then the other. His iron grip locked the two excitedly twitching limbs above her head while he slid easily up her slipper body. The head of his rock hard cock slid until their hips met. With his eyes posed directly over hers, he leaned over so that his lips brushed against her ears which were twisting for the words she had demanded. Ivan's hand on her throat shifted slightly, and grip tightened. The shift had placed his hand around the strongest muscles in her neck, where he would not have to worry as much about completely cutting off the air to her lungs and where he would easily avoid the throbbing veins and cutting off her brains rapidly increasing demand for blood. A shift up, and a redoubling of his grip would kill her within minutes, but where his hand was positioned now was enough to cause nervousness or in Kelly's case an increase in adrenaline. Especially with her wrists locked above her head.

"I can kill you... Whenever," Ivan emphasized the last word with a squeeze of her throat, and the almost removal of his cock from her warm confines.

"So why tomorrow?" This time his body thrust forward, sending his hot spear like a missile inside of her. Their hips collided with an audible thud.

"Why not," Again his hips drew back, and the grip tightened again. This time leaving only a quarter of the oxygen available.

"Tonight?" With a shove their bodies collided again. Their hips would be bruised in the morning, but the pain made the pulse of pleasure even more delightful.

"Answer me Kelly..." The words were a whisper, and the grasp on her throat relaxed. The thrusting did not stop however, and it was the same. A slow draw back, before a powerful plunge forward that rocked their bodies and the bed they were on.

Kelly wanted him to take her hard and fast, to take her like the crazy little adrenalin junkie she was. Slow and gentle could wait for another time, but would there be another time? Kelly desperately hoped so. She so wanted the opportunity to explore every inch of his muscular body, to suck his cock, to have him show her that he knew how to get her off with his lips and tongue before she held his hard body in her arms as he fucked her brains out. There were so many different positions he could fuck her in, and ways he could control her access to the air she needed to live, and she wanted to experience all of them with Ivan.

She was so close, the tension building to an unsustainable level inside her as she franticaly humped herself on and off Ivan's cock. The hand at her throat and the lack of oxygen making it difficult for her to be anywhere near as noisy as she normaly was, but also seemed to enhance every sensation. For sure, his cock wasn't the biggest thing she'd ever had inside her but he definately had nothing to be ashamed of in that department. Anyway, Kelly had always considered stamina, and the self control to keep it up to be far more important in a lover than mere size.

Why was his hand on her hip instead of on her breast, where she wanted it? What was he planning to do? Her eyes flashed with sudden alarm and she would have squealed in protest if she'd had the air to spare when he effortlessly flipped her over onto her back. It didn't help that Ivan had immediately grasped her hands and forced them up above her head before she'd had a chance to react.

She was helpless and completely at his mercy! Her delicate hands fluttered helplessly above her head, her fingers seeming to just want to caress the hard steel of the tiny .25 Taurus that had been exposed when he'd flipped her over.

He would be so mad when he saw the gun.

"I can kill you... Whenever,"

"Ivan..." His name came out as little more than a wheezy whisper when he all but pulled his cock out of her as he squeezed her throat harder to emphasise the last word. She nearly lost it then as she heaved her hips up in a desperate attempt to keep him inside her as instinct told her that he wouldn't kill her as long as his cock was still inside the hot, wet confines of her body.

"So why tomorrow? Why not tonight?"

Kelly's hips heaved upwards to accept his cock when he slammed back into her and his hand tightened it's grip on her throat and all but closed off her windpipe. She was vaguely aware of the bed banging against the wall as her hips rose again to meet him as he slammed into her again.

"Would so... not be fun." It was becoming harder to concentrate and even harder to get the words out as asphyxia began to take an even firmer hold on her. Kelly had a confused look on her face when the murderous glare he gave her finaly registered through the fog that seemed to be increasingly clouding her thought processes. What had she done wrong? Was he not enjoying fucking her, or maybe it was the gun?"

"Miguel... Here... my job..." Kelly began to gasp and wheeze as she told him the address where her contact had told her where the little fat man could be found. her befuddled mind finaly deciding that might be what he wanted to hear.

"Answer me Kelly..."

"Need to know... Want... you... guns... like... beat you... like in ally." Was she even making sense? Badly misplaced overconfidence in her abilities told Kelly she could beat him in a gunfight given the chance, but why should he take the risk? From Ivan's perspective it would be a lot safer to just finish her now. Her only hope was that he would find the opportunity to put a bullet in her head, just as he'd intended to do all those months ago, irreistable.

Sweat ran in rivuletes over her face and body as she squirmed under him, rocking her hips against him as he began a slow regular thrusting into her willing body. Each time he slammed into her the bed banged against the wall and she hoped they weren't disturbing the people in the next room. It was an absurd thought considering the circustances.

"Fu... fuck me!" It was obvious she was enjoying what he was doing to her when she finaly managed to get the words out. Sparkles formed in her vision, the lack of oxygen in her brain enhancing the intense feelings of sexual pleasure even as her lips started to turn a slightly blue colour. Even though Ivan had relaxed his grip on her throat slightly there was no way she could get enough air into her lungs. She knew he was killing her but all that mattered was that she had to give him a fuck he'd never forget - and that she didn't want him to leave any ugly bruises on the tender skin of her neck.

The babbling words that Kelly managed did not make any sense to Ivan. Even if he had been listening and thinking with full concentration they probably would have made the same, or less, to him. As it was, he was registering them but hardly processing any of the gibberish. All he heard was the tone, the fear, the worry, and confusion that flood not only her voice but her face as well. The sight and sound flooded his already overloaded nerves with a rush of power over life, specifically the small one beneath him at that very moment. It was that and the sighting of the hidden weapon that a part of him might have known about, but one he had not considered since they had left the dance floor just hours, no, minutes ago. The two combined to irradiate any barriers that prevented him from focusing directly on what lay between his legs and the pleasure that overwhelmed his entire body. Like a snapping twig, light pressure, and a loud noise, his entire body changed.

The grip that had held her throat shifted so that he held her hair, and pulled her head back in a painful arch. The grip around her wrists tightened and would later reveal bruises from the strength that swelled through them and the rest of his own glistening body. With a loud grunt, that was quickly followed by a growl of feral pleasure, Ivan began to fuck Kelly like they were both indeed going to die before the morning. His strokes were superbly smooth now, stopping the momentum just before their hips met, and just before his swollen head exited her body. The friction increased, but because of their mutual lubrication it did not matter as he thrust within her again and again. It was almost robotic, save for the deep breaths and shallow grunts that were spurred by intense pleasure that increased tenfold with the constant movement.

All too soon the end was closing in.

Ivan's body forgot about the smooth motions that had taken him to the threshold of pleasure. Each stroke slammed their hips together, and he now only left her warm confines halfway before slamming into Kelly's arching hips again and again. In a matter of seconds his entire body of muscles went rigid save for the internal ones that began forcing his seed out of his own body and into hers. The last stroke was the strongest, and Ivan slammed into Kelly with a loud noise that was a mix between a roar and the name, "Kelly!"

It took many long moments before his muscles began to loose their rigidity, including those in his hands and wrists that held her tightly. Several long, deep breaths were needed before he was finished enough to slowly pull his head off her neck where it had come to rest during the title wave of pleasure. As his senses began to come back, he reached for the gun that had revealed itself earlier during the lovemaking, "What's this?" He whispered, for the first time looking down at Kelly without the lifeless eyes that typically defined his entirety.

The raspy, gurgling noise that Kelly made whenever she tried to breathe changed to an irregular snorting sound as her automatic breathing reflex started to fail. She was nearly out of air and time when Ivan finaly released his grip on her throat. Although he still grasped her wrists just as tightly, the hand at her throat had moved to grasp her hair and pull her head back so hard that for a moment she thought he was trying to break her neck. Now that the pressure was off her throat she began to made soft, barely audible wheezing noises as her lungs fought to operate at double their normal capacity, causing her chest to heave furiously as she sucked in the lifegiving air her body craved. Kelly was young and her body was recovering quickly.

"Don't stop!" She was all but begging him as his thrusts into her became shorter, faster, and more frantic. The way the bed banged against the wall, the way she became increasingly noisy and desperate as she spiraled towards her release, would have left anyone on the other side of the wall in no doubt about what their neighbour was doing. Kelly's hips rocked upwards to meet Ivan's steady thrusts into her and she knew that neither of them could have stopped even if their lives had depended on it. She wanted to hold him. Why wouldn't he let her hold him?

"Oh god!" Kelly all but screamed the words out when he rammed into her one last time, her nerves receiving the last bit of stimulation they could handle as her body began jerking as if she was being electrocuted. As his cum pumped deep inside her shivering, shuddering body her nerves told her mind that she was in heaven, and her thighs slammed shut, gripping his body as her internal muscles clamped down on him like a vice, milking his cock of everything he had to give her.

"Oh god, that was so... wow!" Slowly her thighs relaxed, releasing him from their grip and she lay there sweaty, exhausted, and happy, her mind still buzzing from the afterglow of her orgasm and trying to get her breathing to return to something that appoximated normal. Her head began to throb as she rubbed her wrists to get the blood circulating again. No-one had ever taken her so close to the point of no return. Before it had always been just a potentialy dangerous game but Ivan had made the danger real. As real as it could get, and she wanted to experience it again, and again. It made sense. The one person who wouldn't have a problem with giving her the sexual thrills she was so addicted to would be a professional assassin.

Kelly would never be able admit it, but for weeks after their encounter in the ally Ivan had been the star of her darkest masturbatory fantasy. The ultimate sexual encounter a horny adrenaline junkie with a suicidal disregard for her own safety could imagine; to be fucked by a man who had just tried to bring her life to an abrupt end, a man she suspected might not be able to resist the temptation of totaly ruining her day even as they thrashed around on her bed in the throes of passion. Just thinking about it made her shiver with supressed exitement. She knew she had to do it. She had to provoke Ivan into trying to kill her because there was just no way she could resist the chance to make the fantasy real. Not that she had any intention of getting herself dead if she could avoid it.

"What's this?"

"A gun." She said helpfully and gave him a weak smile. "You had a knife." She added accusingly. Was he going to shoot her? Surely he couldn't do that right after they'd just... had she said anything she shouldn't have as they were fucking? Fucking; it was such a crude word but it described exactly what had just happened brtween them. It was with something like relief that she remembered that she'd not reloaded the weapon after cleaning it earlier in the day because she'd never expected to need it. The men she usualy brought back to whatever hotel she was staying in, while still able to perform sexualy, weren't usualy in any condition to be a viable threat to her. At least not after they'd accepted her offer of a drink.

Kelly lay there, just staring up at the ceiling as she tried to think of how to raise the subject of Manuel and make her fantasies real.

Ivan chuckled at her rather antagonistic answer, with a shrug he disassembled the gun with ease and speed. He could do it blindfolded, drugged, beaten, and with one hand. Though the last one was tricky. Tossing the pieces on the side table, he focused his attention back on Kelly beneath him, and with a sigh nestled down between her thighs again. His cock was still full, but lacked all of the rigidity it had held because of the only recently ended climax. It remained inside her, throbbing steadily and sending a few remaining aftershocks of pleasure through his spine. Propping himself up on his elbows he glanced down at Kelly and used a hand to lightly massage her white neck. Already angry red lines were appearing on the fragile skin, covered as they were in sweat, he blew on them gently and chuckled as she shivered.

He was not quite sure what was going on behind Kelly's brilliant eyes. He had lost track of everything for a few moments, and things were coming back in pieces. As he put them back in place, others fell in step more quickly until only seconds later he was fully caught up to speed. The name he remembered suddenly, but then just as suddenly was the dangerous female killers words demanding that he kill her. That was quite a strange thought. There were only a few people that had ever asked to be killed, mostly men who knew an even worse fate awaited them if they were captured alive. Ivan had obliged them every time. Death was final, and rarely did he see the point of drawing it along. Except to get information of course, but many times you only had to offer the right amount of money, or strike the right chord of fear to get what you needed. A lot of people accepted torture, and could resist it easily, but all of them could not resist the mere thought of a friend, family, or even pet receiving death or torture for them not to speak.

But Ivan had never met someone that demanded death.

Granted, he was not entirely sure that Kelly was demanding death, but rather the intention of death. She was a thrill seeker, and wanted to see if she could survive, and that certainly had not been the case during their rather intense session together. At any point he could have simply snapped her neck, or held tightly until all of the oxygen in her lungs were gone and her entirety faded out of existence. So why ask then? Ivan asked himself with a frown that clearly showed on his face. Kelly raised an eyebrow at his facial expression, and he shook his head in response. Then he leaned over to kiss the marks he had left along her smooth skin. Between the kisses and nuzzles he whispered out his own question.

"What did you say about Miguel?"

That was truly more important, he could figure out later, why exactly she wanted him to kill her.

Kelly loved the feel of his hands on her sore neck. They were so soft, and yet so strong. She knew he could kill her easily and she shivered at the thought. Did he have even the slightest idea of the incredable experience he'd just given her and that in her crazy little mind the risk to herself had been so worth it?

She watched as he expertly stripped the Taurus down and tossed the parts onto the bedside cabinet. She could do that, maybe not as fast, but she could do it. She wrapped her arms around him and began to explore the hard muscles of his lower back with her fingertips. Had he enjoyed her body as much as she'd enjoyed his? Did he desire her enough to want to do it again?

"I hope that things not single shot." She could still feel his semi-hard cock inside her and clenched her internal muscles weakly around him , wondering if she could actualy get him off again like that. That was if he was up for the challenge and not all tired out.

Kelly didn't want him trying to kill her untill tomorrow, or was it today? Anyway, it wasn't how she saw her fantasy playing out, so she needed him to behave himself untill their paths crossed when she went after Miguel. The big question was, was he curious enough to find out what she was up to?

"He's why I'm in Miami." She watched his face for a reaction. "You know you cost me a lot of money by interfering." Not to mention nearly killing her. Her employers hadn't been to happy either, and she had no desire to end up on their *usefull but expendable* list, although she suspected she was already on it judging from the information she had concerning Miguel. "Just stay out of my way this time. Miguel's mine. I don't want to have to hurt you again, OK." Despite her words, Kelly's eyes betrayed her inner thoughts; that although she could think of fare more interesting things to do too, and with him she very much wanted him to get in her way.

"You could help me?" She looked up at him thoughtfully, but would he be interested. Kelly needed him to be interested, needed him there. She lifted her head and gave him a soft kiss and smiled. From the details she had, Miguel had two to four bodyguards on site with him, so it might be a good idea to have someone else around for them to shoot at instead of her. Kelly didn't want him to get himself killed though. She had far more exiting plans for his hard muscled body.

Ivan nodded when Kelly explained her reasoning for being in the area. It had been chance, but the chance of a loaded die that they had come across each others path again. She was going after Miguel, her employers were probably angry and pushing for her to finish the job. For a brief second he wondered at their reasons, but then decided it involved money of one kind or another. Either they owed Miguel, he was blocking them from making more money, or the more likely scenario was that Miguel owed them money. Lots of money, and they knew that he could pay with nothing but his life. It mattered little, and the assassins had stumbled upon each other thanks to the same hunt that had brought them together before and almost ended each others lives. Kelly seemed to relish the fact, but then again this was a contract for her. For Ivan, it was personal, and while he knew personal quests were dangerous and stupid to attempt, the fact that he knew that seemed to let him think that he would be careful enough in order to not get killed until he had his revenge. If Kelly's employers were smarter they would have told her to leave the man to Ivan, his reputation was well known, and it was probably only his price range that kept her employers from attempting to contact him in the first place. That was of course, assuming that Kelly had told them it was him, and she most certainly had not.

She liked the danger too much.

"You could help me?"

He had just been beginning to enjoy the stimulation coming from Kelly's internal muscles to the point that he was once again growing firmer within her warm, wet confines. The question startled him enough to shift his hips, and in doing so force a powerful gasp from his chest as the pleasure swam through his body and the question completely took him by surprise. Help her? That was completely unheard of in their world. All assassin's worked by themselves, or with a team that they had started with early in their career. Trusting someone else who was hired to kill people was impossible, what if they had actually been hired to kill you? That had happened enough times for all operatives to be quite wary of any ally that was only an ally because they were both being paid by the same employers.

"Help you?" He repeated in a bit of shock.

"I suppose, that's possible."

The decision was already made of course. He would help her, but he would also let her take all the risks. So long as helping her brought Ivan closer to killing Miguel then it would be worth it. Actually helping Kelly if she found herself injured, trapped, or in the way was an entirely different thing.

"What's in it for me?" He asked softly, grinning as the mask appeared once again over his features. He wondered what she might offer, but money was not what he was looking for. Between his legs the throbbing was growing more persistent thanks to Kelly's rippling muscles. His cock was hard, and having cum already the head was still drooling bits of sperm inside her. While slippery, she was gripping him easily and providing an obvious example of what might be in it for him. Still, he would let her answer and see what else she might say. Already she had surprised him more times than anyone besides his wife and children ever had.

"I suppose, that's possible."

Ivan seemed suprised that she'd suggested he could help her, and now he would slowly be working out that helping her was to his advantage, and for exactly the same reasons she had; why take risks when you could get someone else to take them for you. Then once she'd ceased to be usefull he'd turn on her so he could go after Miguel himself. That was when Ivan would make his move and try and kill her, and the fantasy demanded that he try. Untill then she would be relatively safe as long as she had something he wanted, and it was obvious that right now he wanted the same thing every man did; sex. Men were so easy, and predictable. They just couldn't help thinking with their cocks. They'd never learn that in nature it was the female of the species that was the most dangerous.

"What's in it for me?"

"What do you want to be in it for you?" Kelly turned his question back on him with a giggle. She already knew the answer to that question. He wanted her dead, along with Miguel, of course. It was a such pity he didn't have the balls to just admit it to her face. She'd not failed to notice the slight change in his attitude though, as if he'd decided that he no longer had to pretend to have any kind of emotional involvement in the situation. Still, it was a pity because he was rather a good actor and it did make the sex more interesting.

"Why do you want Miguel?" She could guess the answer to that one too. Apart from the loss of the money it would have earned him, Miguel getting away would have hurt his oh so precious macho image and reputation. At least Kelly knew why she was after Miguel. For the thrill of it, and of course the money wasn't bad either.

Even though she was at the bottom of a very long food chain Kelly could make a good guess where the contract had originated. Apart from the name 'Kelly' everything about her was a fiction, but it was a carefully crafted fiction. All of her ID, her passport, her driving licence, all of it, was genuine enough, but the details were all false. Kelly Roberts as a person had never existed outside of the various goverment computer systems that held the information that 'proved' she existed. Kelly Roberts existed for only one purpose. To do those things that no government agency could be seen to have a hand in.

She'd been fifteen when she'd been approached to put a little something extra into the drink of the businessman who'd been hitting on her. Even though she knew that little something extra would prove to be fatal to him the money had been to good to resist. Anyway, the jailbait chasing perv had deserved it. Now, today, with the cock of the most dangerous man she'd ever known getting even harder inside her, that same ID stated she was twenty-two, nearly twenty-three, and she did look older than her age, but in reality she was barely nineteen. Ivan would so be furious if he found out his career had nearly been ended by a kid who wasn't even old enough to drink that he'd want to kill her for sure.

"So, do we have a deal?" She could feel him getting hard again inside her as she squeezed down on his cock every so often to keep him not just interested, but distracted. They could discuss the all the details later, after he'd shown her he knew how to please a lady without throttling her.

"Why do you want Miguel?"

"Business."

That was ever the only correct answer and Ivan made it with conviction as he always had. There was nothing that could get you killed quicker than giving another answer, or a longer one. Any explanation could send a ripple through the world no matter how careful one was. That was another lesson that Ivan had learned the hard way, and wondered briefly if Kelly had learned that lesson? Perhaps she had a grasp on the basics of it, but her body and actions caused him to think that the lesson had not been serious enough or personal enough for her to take it to heart. It was pity really, she could be very very good, so long as she did not get herself killed before she wizened up. The thought of her meeting one of the various men who killed because they enjoyed it, sent the smallest of shivers through Ivan's spine. Had Kelly met with Nathaniel Hawke, a psychopath whose favorite method and preferred by his employers, would make the target watch as those he loved died by various methods of prolonged torture, before giving the target a gun with a single bullet. They had all killed themselves, well, until the last one. Unluckily for Nathaniel, but luckily for the rest of the world, his target had been a man who lived his life as a lie. His family, his pets, and even his mistress had all been a lie. The man was equally psychotic as the killer sent to end his life, but nobody had noticed because of how good of a liar he was. The target had killed the assassin. Even if Kelly did not have anyone she loved or cared for, Ivan knew she still would have squirmed and screamed at what Nathaniel could have put her through.

Luckily she would never know the man, and Ivan if he was forced to, would kill her quickly. That was already decided too.

If he could manage, for the briefest of seconds she became his wife again. Dios, this may not work... He thought quietly to himself as he returned to the moment.

"So, do we have a deal?"

"Da," He replied quickly as he leaned down to kiss Kelly on the lips. It both sealed the deal, and forced all other thoughts from his mind. A happy moan gurgled through his throat as Ivan began to move his hips. They were not strokes yet, for he was still a little too sensitive for the fucking they had just been through, but this softer, slower, more intimate fuck was simply perfect. Pleasure from the dying embers was kindled slowly, steadily, and carefully to build the fire back up into the raging inferno it had once been. The movements of his hips rubbed his cock against every wall within Kelly, finding spots that made her shiver, others that made her shudder, and more than would make her moan. Slowly his hands went to work, one going to her breasts where he found erect nipples that were perfect targets to be tugged, pinched, and rolled between his long fingers. The other drifted up towards her softly bruising throat, sliding over the marks he had made, Ivan lifted his lips from hers and they drifted to her ear.

"Was this... A thrill... That should be... Repeated?"

"Business."

Good. It was just another paying job and not something personal. If it had been personal Kelly might have been tempted to let him have Miguel without making it obvious that was what she was doing, but it was just business.

"And you haven't said what's in it for you." Kelly was pushing his buttons again. They both knew where this was heading tomorrow but she wanted to hear him say what he wanted to get out of their tempory alliance. Was he actualy squeamish about admiitting he wanted her dead while he'd got his dick inside her. Ivan didn't strike her as the squeamish type. "Just say it. I won't mind and I know you want to." It just wouldn't be fair if he didn't say it after she'd let him fuck her.

What did he think of her? Did he approve or disapprove of the way she used sex to lull some of her targets into a false sense of security so that they got dead instead of laid? Did he think that she couldn't take Miguel without his help, or did he think she was just some kid playing a deadly game for the thrill of it. Well she wasn't. Kelly was addicted to the masssive adrenalin rush she got from risking her life and getting away with it. Still, even her best friend had told her she was a couple cans short of a six pack for getting so turned on by people trying to get her dead.

"Da,"

He'd sealed their arrangement with a kiss before beginning to move his hips against her and she'd sighed and shivered, almost forgeting to keep rythmicaly squeezing down on his cock. One hand moved toi her breasts and becan to work on her nipples and she wondered what it would feel like to have him licking and sucking them. The thought made her groan softly. The other hand went to her throat again, and Kelly couldn't supress a little shiver of supressed exitement. Her arms tightened around his body, her fingers digging into his skin as her slender but strong legs lifted and wrapped them around him tightly so as to restrict his ability to move inside her. Ivan was such a typical man, always wanting to rush things even when they had all night. Or what was left of it. Maybe men realy did need to get it over with so they could get their rest.

"Was this... A thrill... That should be... Repeated?"

"Tomorrow. After I've dealt with Miguel." Kelly laughed."I'm sure you can wait that long." She twisted her head to give him a long, smouldering kiss as way of compensation. As appealing as the thought was, Kelly didn't need the added complications the extra aches and pains it would entail in the morning. Tomorrow would be hard enough as it was. She already suspected she'd have at least some bruising. It was a good thing that she'd learned to handle such things during her gymnastics training so that they didn't have an undue affect her performance.

Tomorrow was going to be so exiting.

"Mhmm, to another time then." Ivan said softly, as he removed his hand from her neck and allowed his nails to travel softly down her skin. Both of his hands worked on her breasts until his following lips, trailing kisses and gentle bites down her flesh, could meet them. Softly he took one of her breasts into his mouth with the slightest of suctions until a seal was formed. Then his tongue flicked back and forward over the hardened nub until he could grasp it in his teeth and begin to saw his tongue back and forth over the sensitive flesh again and again. Meanwhile one of his had slid down to Kelly's hips, and across to massage the top of her pelvis, slowly but surely tracing its way down to her clit. There it snaked circles around the center of her pleasure, teasing it over and over again before finally brushing over the slippery nub and twisting it with a grinding movement. Just then his lips broke their seal on her breast, and he whispered up over her smooth skin.

"For me it is simple... I get to finish my job, and enjoy it a little more."

He had taken her denial for him to simply stop the choking that she seemed to enjoy so much, but he was intent on enjoying the rather long evening that had left at least once, if not twice more. His other free hand, the one that had been on her breast, moved down as well now to unclasp Kelly's strong legs from his waist. Then it slid her kneecap above his shoulder, opening her body and turning it slightly to the side. Ivan began to move his hips again with the same long, steady strokes, that Kelly had just enjoyed not minutes before. Even with the sweat running in little rivers over his defined physique, it was clearly obvious that Ivan was not tired or finished. The steel hardness he was using to draw more pleasure for the both of them was clear example of this. Allowing his weight to press Kelly's knee back towards her shoulders and enjoying the flexibility that her training provided, he allowed his cock to slice even deeper within her hot confines with every stroke.

He wouldn't have long to wait. All he had to do was catch her, although she'd not quite worked out how she was going to turn the tables on him if he couldn't resist the temptation of throttling her for real. She was sure she'd think of something though.

She shivered at the sensation of his nails on her skin when the hand at her throat moved to join the other on her breasts. Little pinpricks of pleasure made her sigh happily as his lips and tongue followed the hand down over towards her breasts. When his mouth finaly latched onto her breast and he began to to suck gently, his tongue flicking over and around the sensitive swollen nipple it sent little shocks of pleasure through her that caused her body to twist and squirm, demanding he not forget that she had two breasts. He wouldn't want to make her other nipple jealous. Kelly couldn't supress a wimper as a hand worked its way lower and began to move in tantalising circles around the sensitive bud of her clit. Her hips churned slowly as she tried to get his slippery fingers exactly where she wanted them.

"For me it is simple... I get to finish my job, and enjoy it a little more."

"Enjoy what? I thought you said Miguel was just another job" His removal of his mouth from her breast, along with refusal to say what she wanted to hear was so mean, and more that a little infuriating.

Kelly let out an annoyed sound of protest when he removed her legs from around himself with such ease, and was only slightly molified when he rolled her hips to the side so he could get one of her legs over his shoulder. Kelly dug her fingernails into his arms, and if her nails hadn't been so short she'd have left some nasty scratches as he began thrusting into her slowly. Why was he rushing? Wasn't he enjoying her body?

Ivan chuckled at Kelly's confused question. He paused in mid-stroke, and finished it slowly until they were nestled together. Letting her leg slide over his shoulder and onto the bed in the meanwhile. His finger continue to stroke her pleasure button, while the other hand slipped up the sides of her body. Sliding slowly over the rippling muscles and gliding over her collarbone, throat, until it rested lightly on her jaw. He tilted her jaw so that her face was looking into his again. Before speaking, he gave her a soft kiss.

"You are what I will be enjoying. Not Miguel, is that why you are frustrated?" He gave a soft chuckle, "Because you think I will enjoy killing Miguel more than fucking you?" With a shake of his head, he kissed her again. "That's impossible," The lie passed through his lips with the ease a lion killed a baby doe. "You are far too sexy," He said, with another kiss that traced down to her jawline. "Much too fun," The kiss moved further down to her neck, where he nibbled before leaving to trace towards her breasts with his hot tongue. "And much too good at what we do." He lightly kissed her breast before speaking one last word, "For me to enjoy anything else."

Then his lips captured her breast as he had done before, and his finger dug deeper into the sensitive nub above her slit.

He'd paused mid-stroke, seeming to find her question amusing, before pushing himself slowly back inside her as his finger continued to work on her clit. Her leg slid back onto the bed when he released it so that he could run his hand up her body and grip her jaw, turning her head so that he could look at her. They'd kissed again. It was soft and gentle, and belied the rising sexual tension Kelly felt rising between them.

You are what I will be enjoying. Not Miguel, is that why you are frustrated?"

"No!" Kelly was frustrated because he was teasing her by refusing to say what she needed to hear. It was so unfair that Ivan was still being mean to her by denying her the thrill of knowing what he was going to do to her if - when - she got in his way, and that he'd derive just as much pleasure from doing it as he was getting from fucking her.

His lips trailed their way down over her throat and chest, back to her breast. Kelly held his head in place as her back arched when he began to suck and nibble on her nipple again. She moaned as he began to work his finger more insistantly against her clit, sending ripples of pleasure through her body.

"So you will enjoy stopping me getting to Miguel first," Kelly couldn't keep the exitement out of her voice at the the thought of what that meant. There was no way she could resist testing herself against him. Of course there was no way he was going to succeed but she had to know he was at least going to make the effort.

Ivan's eyes narrowed somewhat as he realized just how far Kelly's search for excitement stretched, and how deep her hunger as a adrenaline junky went. She wants me to say I will kill her? The thought struck him rather forcefully, a mixture of his own excitement and a sudden nervousness sent a shiver through his body. One that ended in his cock, straining it against her warm innards and releasing a small splurge of pre-cum inside of her body. Holding her carefully, Ivan's mouth left her breasts and he looked slowly up her body as his mind raced considering just a few things. One, would he have any enjoyment in taking her life? Killing was something he had only recently come to enjoy since the passing of his wife, but even though he had begun to enjoy that part of his job it was still the fact that he was so good at the job that he really enjoyed. Before his wife's death it was only his ability to do the job that he enjoyed, not the actual act of killing. Well, his ability and all of the other parts of his job that led to the final act. The subterfuge, spying, intelligence were all things that he very much enjoyed. Even more so because of how good he was at all of them. The thrill of those acts and succeeding in them, along with the money, were what had always drawn him back into this job as an assassin. It had never been the killing. Even now, he enjoyed killing only because of the thought that it brought him closer to killing the man who had killed his wife. He had never enjoyed killing the innocents, or even the bodyguards though they did not cause him any loss of sleep. Even competitors, as necessary as their deaths were, he had never enjoyed them.

Would Kelly be different?

"I enjoy the challenge that you are Kelly," He paused and his face made a frown that was quite honest, "And I'll enjoy beating you, but hopefully it will not come to that. We are working together, as you said, da?"

The question came lightly, but it was easy to understand that importance behind it. Ivan had been under the impression that they were going to help each other, and perhaps at the end circumstances of how they performed would determine who actually killed Miguel. He had not thought that she would actively try and stop him from being the one to kill the man, but if it were her intention to get in his way just so she could have a little fun and test herself against a stronger opponent... Well, Ivan would show her just how good he was, and how inexperienced she was to think that a job like this could be fun if you weren't better than your opponent. At this point his body had frozen, though it still desired the tempting pleasure that was wrapped around his manhood. It was almost as if Ivan was deciding whether it might just be better to kill Kelly now, if she was going to work so hard against him in the morning. The only thing holding him back would be the fact that Kelly knew where Miguel was, and he did not. Still, that did not matter too much. He had waited this long, and the options were waiting a little longer to be sure that he would get the kill, or finding himself fighting Miguel & Kelly at the same time it might be much better to wait.

She felt an exited shiver run through his body at her words, and she concentrated as hard as she could so as to squeeze down as hard as she could around his straining cock. He knew what she wanted him to say, and it obviously exited him as much as it did her. So why wouldn't he just say it? Kelly moaned in protest when his mouth left her breasts so that he could look at her and she lifted her head to gaze back at him. What was he thinking? Was he enjoying the game that wasn't a game which was playing out between them as much as she was?

For Kelly it was never about the killing, and she hated what her handler refered to 'acceptable collateral damage'. Any fool could plant a bomb or spray bullets around indescriminately. No. it was about the chase, and not just knowing she was better, but proving it by pitting herself against another human being. It was the ultimate test of survival and it never failed to get her motor running. If she wanted safe and boring she'd go and work in an office along with all the other sheep who's horizons never strayed beyond the latest fashions, or celebrity scandal.

"Yes." Kelly breathed the word out softly. Of course they were working together, at least temporarily, but he had to know that only one of them could fulfill the contract on Miguel, and that would inevitably bring them into conflict. You only had to watch any wildlife film on TV to know that, although predators might co-operated during the hunt, they rarely shared the spoils willingly, or without a fight.

In all honesty, the more she thought about it, the more she wanted him to fuck her again before she proved to him that she was totaly the better assassin. To take first Miguel from him and then have him in her bed again, angry and so horny, and to turn that anger and lust against him would be an incredable thrill. She'd have to make sure he didn't kill her when they went after Miguel, and that she didn't hurt him, but the risk would be worth it. Once he was in her bed again there could only be one winner, and it wouldn't be Ivan. Who said a girl shouldn't enjoy her work. It was, after all, her prefered method of plying her trade.

Maybe she wouldn't hurt him. She could just make him live with the humiliation of knowing that he had been helpless and that she could have ended his life if she'd chosen too. That would hurt his ego so much more. He might even be so mad at her he'd want payback and try to beat her at her own game. That thought was so obscenely exiting it caused her to give an involuntary spasm around his cock that was the strongest so far.

Kelly took his face in her hands and gave him a long kiss full of the fire she felt running through her body, her tongue aggressively seaching his out in a sinuous battle for dominance. One leg lifted so that she could get enough leverage to roll him onto his back and be able to control the pace. With an impish grin she raised herself up just enough that she could brush her swollen nipples against the hard muscles of his chest as she settled herself comfortably on him. The grin changed to a frown of concentration as she went to work on his cock with her internal muscles, but otherwise not moving.

The next time Kelly had him in her bed she needed to have him thinking with his cock and not his brain.

The answer seemed so simple, but Ivan thought he knew there was more behind it. Even so, he could not discern the answer tonight. It would suffice until the morning when he wished to think it over more. Kelly was certainly playing a very fine line, and it was one that he had worked hard his entire career to avoid on either side when he played it. Yes, he had used temptation and excitement to lure others into an easy kill, but they had always been the target. It was never someone outside of the equation who had forced themselves in or been brought in for play by Ivan himself. He grunted as the positions turned and Kelly squeezed him with her pulsing sex. The amount of pleasure radiating from the woman could not be denied, and it flamed the fire that was burning within his own body. A rush of pleasure mixed with the aforementioned excitement and nervousness, turning it into a inferno of lust. As her nipples scraped their way up his sculptured physique, he seized them with his hands as she began to move on top of him. Squeezing the soft flesh in his firm hands, mashing the two breasts together so that he could bite the hardened tip of each. The bite was firmer, and he sawed his teeth lightly over the extended nubs. Biting until most of the feeling had left them, before relinquishing the grasp and running his tongue over each. The sudden flood of returning blood would excite her nerves and make them more sensitive to the touch of his rasping tongue.

He felt her tighten on top of him, and thrust his hips as her body tried to involuntarily force him not to move. Pushing his cock deeper inside of Kelly's body with force and unstoppable movement until his hips collided with her clenching butt. A growl of pleasure turned into a groan as she gripped him back and electric excitement ran once again through his body, causing his cock to pulse within her and add more liquids to slippery flesh. Breathing deeply, his hands left her breasts and traveled down the powerful muscles of her sides and abdomen until they latched firmly onto her gyrating ass. Gripping a firm cheek in each hand, he squeezed with her next movement. Again he groaned as the pleasure rushing through him threatened for a second to push him over the threshold and into bliss. But all of a sudden that worry disappeared as his body remembered what it had just given not minutes before, and the threshold was set much, much higher. Kelly would get everything and anything she asked for from his cock this night as it strained to full rigidity and strength like a bolt of steel set into each of them to hold them together. Even though they were so far apart.

"God," He breathed softly as one hand left her ass, and moved behind her head to pull it down to his lips. He kissed her, just as he pushed his hips up, and she her hips down into another powerful stroke.

She could sense that Ivan didn't realy approve of her prefered method of dispatching her targets. Was it her mixing of business and pleasure that offended him, or that she enjoyed that aspect of her work? There was nothing wrong in a girl enjoying what she did, was there. Not that she didn't enjoy using a gun. She did, but Kelly wasn't one of those people who liked to see her targets suffer so she tried to make it as quick and as painless as she could, just as she'd intended with Miguel; two bullets into the back of his head and he'd have been dead before his brain had had time to process what had happened.

Kelly's intentions towards Ivan were slowly taking shape within her fevered imagination now. She'd let him think she was helping him and then, when the time was right, make her play for Miguel. The risk she craved would still be there because she knew he would have to try and stop her. Of course, there wasn't any doubt in her mind that he'd fail because her dying didn't form any part of her fantasy. Being dead was just a little to permanent for Kelly's liking. Plus her dying wouldn't be any fun at all.

She could feel the strength in his hands when he squeezed and kneaded her breasts almost roughly, pushing them together so that he could use his mouth on her nipples. She gasped with a mixture of pain and pleasure when he nibbled and tugged on her nipples with his teeth, then whined loudly with pleasure when he began to flick his tongue over and around the sensitive nubs, leaving him in no doubt that she was enjoying what he was doing.

As Ivan thrust up into her, Kelly pushed back, trying to keep him from moving, tugging at her bottom lip with her teeth as she continued to concentrate on getting him off just by the use of her internal muscles. When his hands abandoned her breasts to dig his fingers into her buttocks she could sense he was close, and fighting a losing battle against the inevitable.

"That's it, Ivan... Let it go." She whispered softly in encouragement, knowing he was about to surrender to the pleasure when he groaned. . And then the moment was gone. She stared at him in puzzlement, trying to work out what she could have done wrong because he still felt so hard inside her.

"God,"

It was only one word but now she knew she wasn't doing anything wrong as Ivan pulled her head down so that they could kiss just as he thrust up into her, causing her to groan into his mouth at the sensation. A slight pause and then they did it again, establishing a slow, languid pace that had Kelly clenching down on him each time he hit bottom.

She braced herself to prevent him flipping her onto her back again. He was just going to have to get used to having her on top because Kelly wanted him to enjoy her fucking him so much that he's risk anything, and everything just to possess her body again.

One thing was for sure. Tonight was turning out to be a lot more interesting than she'd ever expected.

Ivan felt the ripple of muscle both inside and out of Kelly as she seemingly braced herself. He had no idea what for, but the general tightening only served to inflame the intense spotlight of pleasure that burned brightly between his legs before spreading and hardly diminishing to the rest of his body. The slow, but steady and forceful pace they had adopted fit both the mood of the evening and physical sensations Ivan was beginning to very much enjoy. It was like a steely determination to get the job done and enjoy it at the same time. Certainly it was the way he felt about the job that would take place the next morning, at least the first part. But the second was probably more how Kelly felt about the job. As for what was happening right now he felt not a sense of determination, but rather an honest enjoyment in the steady rhythm and suddenly familiar presence of Kelly atop him. She seemed to know that the powerful and serene fit Ivan's personality to a tee, he did not get overly excited often though it had happened earlier in the night, but he enjoyed knowing what was happening and not knowing the ending, but at least knowing circumstances that would determine it.

The only issue he had with being underneath Kelly was that it felt as if there was very little he could do to please her from his position.

This issue did not stop him from trying. Each release of her body downward was met time and time again by a firm hunching of hips upwards, driving himself within her warm confines and through the muscles that were trying to hold him steady. He felt he somewhat understood by now that Kelly wanted this, and did not want the much more wild strokes that had burned the fire between them hotly, but also quickly. It was slightly ironic that in this she was so patient and unhurried to reach the goal, but yet with a job played much looser and faster. Still, it did not bother him in the least, and he focused once again on the sexy question mark above him. Taking his hand that was behind her head, and dropping it to meet the hand that rose from her ass, he wrapped her small frame and pulled it powerfully against him into a tight hug. Feeling a slight hitch in her breathing, he smiled and whispered into her ear, "There are many ways to take your breath away Kelly," He meant it both figuratively, and literally of course. "I hope I get to find more after tomorrow..."