The Assassin and The SEAL: A Short Story (The Irish Don’s Black Beauty)

by Rose Marie

  Copyright

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are factious. Any resemblance to a(n)actual person(s), living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2020 by Rose Marie All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without the expressed written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Trigger Warning

  This book contains age gap, taboo subject matter and of dominance and submission (DS),

  Please be advised!

  Read at your own discretion!

  The Assassin and The SEAL

  A short story

  By: Rose Marie

  Jazz and Ackman

  Chapter One

  Ackman

  Bad Idea

  “Are you alright, Commander?” I look tu me right where most of me subordinates are sitting and spot the pup who’s always tryin’ tu get me attention. Noddin’ I throw me drink back in frustration when I see him move forward as if to approach me, but I wasna in the mood fer talkin’ or puttin’ off his advances. I dinna know where the kid got the notion, but I dinna swing any way outside of straight, and though I hold no prejudice towards gay men, it was time fer me tu set the record straight, pun intended.

  As he went tu place his hand on me shoulder, I lift me hand tu ward him off. Heedin’ me nonverbal command, he instantly stops in his tracks. Good, I didna need company, at least not his type. Me eyes trail over to one of the women at the bar, and I grow hard as she turns me way with a smile on her face. Aye! Now there’s a lass that might be able to handle me.

  I shake me head clear of the fog it’s in. It’s been way too long since I’ve gotten me cock wet tu the point even women who are’na me type are lookin’ appealin’. Settin’ me drink down, I sigh, feelin’ backed up and frustrated. Though the lass is willing, she looks as if I would break her after just stickin’ meself halfway in… damn it, I canna wait tu leave Japan. All the women here are tiny, and their beauty standards go against what I’m most attracted to… big women with meat on their bones that can feck hard and long, for hours at a time. Groanin’ I look up again tu see the lass has moved on tu another guy who was willin’ tu shower her wit’ the attention she was lookin’ fer. No loss there. Feck, I need tu get laid, but I doubt I’ll find somethin’ here, I dinna know why I let the guys drag me out when I knew it would yield nothin’.

  Average women like the one who was smiling at me probably would have run away screaming and cryin’ the moment she caught sight of me cock. They canna handle me, so wat was the point of tryin’? I was tired of all the women who’d talk big only tu tap out within two hours or pass out after cummin’ a couple times. In Japan, women are hard to deal with because fer them modesty is the norm, but I dinna want that. No, I wanted someone who would suck and feck me within an inch of me life. Where are the women that can do that? But hell, tonight I'll settle for just being able tu put me tip in some pussy and lay next to something warm and soft.

  I signal for the waiter to come over and refill me glass. I scope out the bar looking fer a woman tu satisfy me hunger. The pinch I feel in my gut tells me that I need tu find one soon. After scannin’ the bar for the twentieth time, I give up and turn back to me drink when I hear the bar’s front door open. The bar grew eerily quiet, followed by a gasp from every patron. I looked up to see the woman causing all this commotion. Well, I’ll be damned.

  The woman sits next tu me uncarin’ of the stares she’s getting, causin’ me tu glance at her out the corner of me eye. Yakuza, so that’s what the fuss is about. After looking her over, I can tell she’s used to the attention. She’s inked up all over the sleeves of her arms, and she’s absolutely beautiful. Her silky-smooth black hair is shaved on one side, instantly drawing your eyes, along with her unusually tan skin. Not only that, but she has more meat on her than most of the Japanese women that I’ve seen. That alone has me raring tu go. She has legs long enough to wrap around me waist, her hands are slender, and her nails were long. Good fer markin’ me up. She was hot, and though I prefer tall women, her average height dinna bother me. Plus, her lips are sexily carved and seemingly made fer suckin’ dick. I could tell she’s had plenty of experience. I want those lips wrapped around me cock. But she’s Yakuza… feck she could have been the one! Gruntin’ I throw my drink back, ready tu call it a night.

  “I'll have an Irish Car Bomb.” She says catchin’ me attention wit’ a dry yet sultry voice that has me cock standin’ at attention and me stomach muscles contractin’. Alarm bells start ringin’ in me head as I turn tu her, examinin’ her figure one more time, findin’ that me earlier assumption was correct. She is the one. Once the waiter sets her drink in front of her and she goes to grab it, I snatch it from the counter and down it as if it were me own.

  “Hey motherfuck-” before she can finish her thought I shut her up by grabbing her by the waist, pullin’ her tu me and placing me lips on hers, coaxin’ her tu part them. She stares wide-eyed, but like a good girl, she complies, and I trickle the alcohol into her mouth, allowin’ her tu sip from me like a straw. Once she’s done, she pulls away from me, wipin’ her lips and glarin’ back at me. “Wh-”

  “I'm goin’ tu fuck yu tonight, hard, rough, fast, and for hours. I’ll be waitin’ in me car. Yu have three minutes tu meet me there, or I’m pickin’ up someone else. She doesn't say anythin’, she just continues to glare as I retreat, but I know she wants me from how she sucked on me lips. I walk out of the bar tu my car, get in and start the ignition, happy tu see that moments later the passenger door opens, and the girl is in the once empty passenger seat. Good listener.

  “I’m here, now what?”

  “First thin’s first, are yu carryin’ anythin’ that will kill me? Disease, weapons, or otherwise?”

  “No diseases.” Her straight tu the point attitude and serious look were oddly enough doin’ it fer me.

  “Okay, but wat about weapons?” She looks up at me, her lips formin’ a teasin’ smile.

  “This pussy.” This caught me by surprise because Japanese women are traditionally more modest, and here she is makin’ me cock throb wit’ anticipation.

  “I look forward tu seein’ if yer claims are valid, but befer that… age?” When she stiffens, I found meself doin’ so as well and narrowin’ me eyes at her with suspicion.

  “I-”

  “If yer thinkin’ about lyin’ tu me, reconsider.”

  “Eighteen.” Feck! Leaning over across her lap, I grab the passenger door handle and push the door open.

  “Get out.”

  “No!”

  “I said, get the feck out! I’m not-”

  “Why do I have to get out? I’m legal and of sound mind, and I consent.”

  “Who gives a feck. I said no. Yer tu young fer me and-” She snorts, crosses her arms, and rolls her eyes.

  “Too young my ass! In some places around Japan, the legal age of consent is as low as thirteen.”

  “I'm not feckin’ an eighteen-year-old.” I spit out, waitin’ fer her tu get the hell out so I can go home. Looks like findin’ someone to ride me cock fer the night is a bust. Yet tu me surprise, she doesna get out. instead, she grabs the door and slams it shut, still planted in the passenger seat. The audacity of this bitch.

  “You either take me home and fuck me, or I go in that bar and voluntarily have
a train ran on me.” Wat!

  “Wat?... hold on, excuse me?”

  “You heard me! Oh-” she looks over laughin’ then rolls her eyes “did you expect me to cry, whine and think sex is all about love and blah, blah, blah? I probably have more bodies than most women out there. Sex is nothing more than an outlet to relieve stress. Take my age out of the equation because I’ve seen and done things that would make you gasp in shock. So, let’s cut the chitchat and leave so you can make good on your promise.” Who the feck is this girl?

  “Where the feck are yer parents, aye?” I retort, shocked at meself the loosin’ battle I’m facin’ wit’ a feckin’ girl young enough tu be me kid.

  “Now, are you going to take me to your place, or would you prefer a love hotel? I don’t care where we go; I just want to fuck. I was promised to be fucked fast, hard, and for hours. I’m not leaving until I get it. Now drive because I'm not getting out of this damn car!”

  Fer the first time in me life, me cock was made hard as a rock by words alone. So that’s how we’re playin’ it huh? I give her a once over, and I have tu admit the seriousness in her tone and the dedication tu showin’ me a good time wit’out the hassle of explainin’ that it’s just sex was more temptin’ than ever. Aye, she’s way tu young fer me, but as she stated, she’s legal, of sound mind and willing’. But she’s eighteen, and I’m thirty-three fer feck’s sakes, I have no business even considerin’ this. I'm a Navy SEAL commander. That alone is justification for findin’ someone else.

  “I'm not-” this time, she’s the one who reaches over, but when she grabs me dick, all fight leaves me, and I lay me head against the seat groanin’. “Feck wat are yu-” I’m momentarily stunned when I see her unzip me jeans and lower her head onto me lap and I feel the warmth of her mouth wrap around the head of cock. Lookin’ down, I see her watchin’ me with her sexy almond-shaped eyes. Mischievousness reflected in them as she swallows me cock whole, suckin’ it hard like a vacuum. “Feck yeah.”

  I grab her hair tightening my hold, pushin’ her mouth down further while thrustin’ me hips upwards. It felt so good I couldna help but curl me toes and cross me eyes. Me fist was wrapped tight in her hair, and me cock was in her throat tu the base. It felt amazin’ and teeth-clenchin’ good. “Oh feck, I’m goin’ tu cum!” I grunt, unable tu hold me nut back fer much longer. I thrust up into her throat, leavin’ her no choice but tu swallow me nut.

  Once I empty meself, I let her go and look at her in astonishment. Never in me thirty-three years of life have I gotten head and cum, period. Never in me thirty-three years of life have I ever cum in- I look at me wristwatch impressed- under five minutes! Wit’ me ragged breathin’ and now relaxed body I look over tu her, hungry fer more than her mouth and throat.

  “So, can we go now?” She asks, lickin’ her lips as she presumptively grabs her seat belt. Turned on, I lean over and pull her into a kiss suckin’ on her tongue and bitin’ her lip.

  “Delicious! Wat's yer name?”

  “Jazz.” I lean back into the driver's seat smirkin’, with me once fogged and combative mind now clear.

  “Well, Jazz, me name is Ackman, and I look forward tu breakin’ yu in.”

  “Sudeni kowarete iru mono o kowasu koto wa dekimasen.” (You can't break something that's already broken.) I guess she incorrectly assumed that I dinna know what she said. Chalkin’ it up tu somethin’ she has goin’ on wit’ the Yakuza, I ignore it. The issuses she has wit’ herself have nothin’ tu do wit’ me. Puttin’ me seatbelt on, I start the car, back out of the lot and head towards me home.

  Throbbin’ I peep over tu her seein’ she’s lookin’ out the window, seeming bored. This girl is different. Maybe if she’s as good a feck as she is a deep throater I’ll consider feckin’ her more than once. I reach over grabbin’ the back of her neck makin’her look at me.

  “Are yu bored?” Noddin’, she turns her head so that the palm of me hand is on her cheek and me thumb was near her mouth.

  “Yup.” She answered in her sexy monotone voice befer lickin’ me thumb and suckin’ on it. Cock once again standin’ at attention, I bite me lip, grab her head and ease her down back onto me lap.

  “Then how about you make yerself busy?” Her response was tu swallow me cock again, which made me speed up. Grippin’ the steerin’ wheel I look down at her while shakin’ me head wonderin’ wat the hell I’m thinkin’. This is a bad idea, but I’m going tu own this shite and own her pussy. I hope she’s ready.

  Chapter Two

  Ackman

  Rules of The House

  When I pull up tu me apartment, I park, and we get out. Neither of us says anything as Jazz follows close behind me up the stairs. I hate it when people walk behind me because I know I canna trust anyone. But in this case, none of that shite matters. I'd just came twice on the car ride here, so if she decided tu off me, I dinna give a shite. I’d die a grateful and less sexually frustrated man.

  Once we get tu the door, I go tu press me keycode, but stop when I think about how serious messin’ around with her could be. She could cause me serious problems, one of those being me career. I’d worked damn hard tu get away from me toxic family in Ireland and get tu America, where I eventually got me greencard, and worked my way up to a SEAL. Do I want tu feck up all those grueling’ years of tryin’ tu make somethin’ of meself fer some pussy, with a woman who is in the Yakuza? I left all that criminal shite in Ireland… I dinna want tu go back. But shite I needed some pussy. It'll only be one time, and no one would ever know. Fuck it! It’s either now or never. She’s already here, so feck it.

  First thin’s first, I need tu tell her the house rules and wat she’s steppin’ into. Once we get tu this part, most women get scared off, and I end up having’ tu find someone else. This place is the kingdom that I rule over, and if any woman wanted tu step inside, they must abide by me rules. I dinna give a feck who she is, me rules are nonnegotiable.

  “What are you waiting for?” This is where I put the little one in her place.

  “Listen here, Short Stuff. Yu might be young, but yu seem like a girl who knows how tu follow the rules laid out fer her. Am I right?

  “Yes.

  “Good girl. There are rules yu must follow or I’ll put yu out on yer arse. Do yu understand?”

  “I do.”

  “Good, first let’s address the shite outside of me rules, call ’em prerequisites. When yu walk through this door, yu belong tu me. I'm not yer daddy so refrain from callin’ me that creepy shite. When I tell yu I’m done, that means exactly that. I dinna want tu hear any grand confessions of love. No feckin’ whinin’, cryin’or talkin’ about I used you or any of that bull. When yu walk through me door yer entering into a contract stating that yu are here strictly tu feck and once yer done yu will take wat yu came wit’ and leave. Yer also statin’ if yu leave anythin’ I have the right tu dispose of it. Yu willna be gettin’ it back because I willna be seein’ yu again. Finally, I dinna do relationships so dinna feckin’ ask. Can you handle that?” She nods. “Cool now here are the rules regarding how I feck. Once yu agree tu this then we can get down tu business.”

  Don't call me anything other than Commander.

  I own everything about yu, including yer mind and body. That means if I say bark like a feckin’ dog, that's what the feck yu will do, and you will do it immediately. Also means dinna dare think about another man while wit’ me.

  You are’na tu speak unless yu are spoken tu. That means I dinna give a feck about yer day, yer favorite color, or what that bitch Becky did last summer. Keep that shite tu yerself and fer that next fecker who claims to give a feck about yer feelins, because I could give two shites.

  I WILL feck yu fer hours, nonstop and rough, and yu will not complain. Fer clarification if yer one of those demure, weak pussy bitches who canna take cock up all three holes excessively, then let me know by walking away.

  If at ANY point yu can no longer handle it, tap anywhere three times, and I'll stop right away, and we wil
l be done fer good.

  Dinna ever invite another man into me home.

  “What do you mean by that? why wou-”

  “Yer not getting it Short Stuff. I mean only think about me when yer here. I dinna care if it’s yer da, uncles, or cousins, friends, or nephews. If it isna me, then ferget about it until yu walk out me door. Do I make meself clear?”

  “Crystal.”

  “Then wat do yu say Short Stuff?” Her answer was tu stand on her tiptoes and place a firm yet seductive kiss on me lips.

  “I won’t walk away. You don’t scare me.” Damn. I smirk steppin’ up tu her and grabbin’ her face, kissin’ her back. While at it, I reach behind her to close the door and push her inside.

  “Let’s put yer pussy where yer mouth is then. Strip. Facedown arse up on the bed and dinna ferget tu spread that pussy open fer me so I can see the pink.”

  “Aiaikyaputen.” (Aye aye captain.) I watch her as she immediately starts stripping, feelin’ optimistic at the fact that she’s a good listener. Nothin’ I hate more than a woman who claims she’s okay wit’ me rules then the moment we step inside, she backtracks and starts with that fake arse moanin’. I’m a simple man and simply want tu feck in peace. If her moans were’na genuine, she had tu get the fuck out. Nothing worse than a woman moanin’ loud and shite befer I even lay a finger on her… like shut the feck up already.