Burning for an Assassin

by Serenity Snow

  Veda glanced around, drinking in the dim light of the well-appointed room decorated in rich muted gold and black. Some women were here alone, but—her gaze landed on an attractive woman tossing back a shot at a table in a corner.

  She tapped her fingernails on the table as she tried to place the face. She’d seen her before. The woman lifted her gaze from her bottle then to meet Veda’s. Her skin warmed and her pulse rushed like the first time they’d met.

  It must have been a fundraiser or something like that, she mused taking in the unblemished russet skin of her lovely face. Her thick ebony hair was cut in a soft face-flattering ear-length cut with layers adding depth to color and interest to the style. The strands were straight as a poker though. Her hair had been shorter the first time she’d seen her.

  Yes. It was in a magazine not in person now that she thought about it, but it felt as though she she’d seen her before that. Just looking at Sabrina’s picture had made her heart skip a beat.

  The woman tipped her glass to her and Veda smiled. Sabrina Cain, as she recalled the article had said her name was, stroked her fingers down the bottle but she didn’t pick it up. She looked over again and Veda decided to take a chance.

  A little company or something more, it didn’t matter tonight as long as she wasn’t alone. Of course, she didn’t really have to be. No Dice was a lesbian sex club, so all she had to do was leave the lounge and head for the main club where there was a dance floor and plenty of Dommes looking for a sub for the night.

  She grabbed her phone and file and put them in her purse before heading over to the table. The woman looked up at her with tired yet questioning hazel green eyes.

  “Mind if I join you?” Veda asked, shaking inside.

  Those eyes took her in from the wavy hair she’d left to fall around her shoulders to the tips of the wedge heel shoes she’d paired with the violet dress she’d worn to work.

  “I don’t bottom,” she said coolly.

  “That’s okay,” Veda said and pulled out the chair next to hers. “I’m Veda.”

  “Sabrina.” She indicated the bottle with her fingernail. “Drink?”

  Veda looked at the bottle. “I don’t drink anything harder than wine,” she said with a smile.

  Sabrina inclined her head and signaled for the waitress in her short black skirt and white blouse. “Stopping off for a drink after work?” Sabrina’s gaze went to the purse still on her shoulder.

  “Yes.” Veda draped her purse over the chair back. “What about you?”

  “Something for your guest, Ms. Cain?” The waitress chose that moment to appear.

  “Nothing for me, thanks,” Veda told her.

  “Let me know if you change your mind,” she said giving Veda a smile before disappearing.

  “The lounge is quiet tonight,” Veda said.

  “Seems as though,” Sabrina agreed with a shrug. “I’m off the clock so if you want to talk shop you’ll have to make an appointment.”

  Veda laughed softly. “Are you drunk already?”

  “I don’t get drunk, baby,” she murmured.

  Veda smiled and leaned toward her. “Neither do I.” She shifted, crossing one leg over the other and brushing Sabrina’s leg in the process.

  “Do you want to play?” Sabrina asked in a quiet tone that stroked her, awakening every nerve in her body.

  Those hazel eyes were knowing, but Sabrina didn’t lift a hand to touch her as she watched her, waiting.

  “What do you like, Veda? Easy or rough?” Sabrina asked softly.

  She caught her breath. She liked a woman who knew how to hit just hard enough to make her wetter. She loved a woman who wore a dildo and could fuck her brains out.

  “A little of both,” she heard herself saying even as she pushed that sensible voice of reason to the back of her mind. She really shouldn’t go up with her. She was too intrigued by her for a mere one night to be enough.

  “Which do you prefer, fingers or a toy?”

  “Either, both,” she answered leaning closer and her hard nipples brushed the cups of her bra forcing her to bite back a groan. “I really love the girth of a dildo shafting inside me, making me so wet, I want to scream.”

  “Really? I think I have the right tool for the job. You want to give it a try?”

  Chapter Three

  Veda licked her suddenly parched lips. Her blood was hot, making her dress too tight and too hot. She’d already acted a little bolder than normal. Was it the spell?

  Was this beautiful woman bringing out the true seductress inside her?

  She let her gaze drift down over the other woman’s lean build in a blue shirt, top three buttons undone, revealing a hint of black silk beneath. The masculine lines of the shirt were an interesting juxtaposition next to the delicacy of the lingerie. The look translated to nonchalant feminine confidence and that made Veda nervous.

  She could stand to lose a good fifteen pounds, twenty if she was honest, but who was really counting?

  Sabrina would take one look at her and cringe because she didn’t have that fashion model body unless she was talking plus size.

  “I’m disease free,” Sabrina told her, but she made no move to get up. “And you?”

  “I’m clean too.” She was learning to be comfortable with her body. Just looking at Sabrina made her self-conscious. She looked like a woman who took more pride in her body, worked out.

  Sabrina leaned toward her, her hand reaching out to grasp a strand of her hair. “Do you often work long hours, Veda?”

  “A few days a week,” she admitted huskily. “What about you?”

  “Frequently,” she answered. “I like that scent you’re wearing. What is it?”

  “Fantasy.” Her stomach tightened and her breath quickened.

  “Let’s take the elevator up,” Sabrina suggested. “I’m eager to see you naked and splayed out waiting for me to make you scream.”

  Her breath stalled as her lungs stopped working. Sweat dewed her palms making her feel like a high school girl with her first crush.

  “Okay.”

  Sabrina gave her a slow smile and withdrew her hand before getting to her feet. Veda rose too, nerves fluttering in her stomach as they exited the room.

  They made their way down a narrow corridor filled with the delicious scent of chocolate mingled alcohol. They must be near the small restaurant that provided five-star cuisine.

  The aroma faded and silence reigned supreme as they reached the elevator. Sabrina pushed the button and doubts swam through Veda’s mind as she covertly checked Sabrina out. She was lean in tailored steel gray suit slacks and shiny black shoes.

  She had a perfect ass, tight and round like the one she wanted to have someday. Her trainer said she was on the right track.

  The elevator doors swished open revealing an empty car and Sabrina put a hand on the door. “After you.”

  Veda hesitated staring in, voices from her past—jeers and taunts at the fat girl. She’d always been in a battle with food and her weight it seemed. She’d lost it a few times but she’d stopped being mindful and ended up packing the pounds back on.

  She’d been treated for bulimia, been in therapy for binge eating, and nothing had really worked until six months ago when she’d made up her mind to lose fifty pounds. She’d decided a nice size twelve was her goal and she was almost there.

  “Begging off?” Sabrina murmured from her side.

  Veda met Sabrina’s gaze wondering what the other woman saw when she looked at her. Most of the women she’d been with had seen dollar signs, not her. They slept with her because of the financial rewards they thought they’d reap.

  “Not even,” she said in a husky tone and climbed in.

  Sabrina followed and the moment the doors closed she turned to her, eyes sliding down her with a hungry light in them. “Good.”

  Veda shivered and the folds between her thighs moistened in anticipation.

  They rode up the rest of the way in silence. When the doors op
ened, Veda climbed out and followed Sabrina down a narrow hallway to door number three of four. Sabrina unlocked it, and Veda’s stomach knotted, some of the bravado fading.

  She hadn’t been with anyone in six months. That’s how long it had taken her to lose twenty pounds and bounce back from her latest slip in her battle with bulimia brought on by the very nasty break-up with her last girlfriend.

  She’d gone off women and sex with anyone but her favorite dildo.

  Veda stared inside the room, taking in the queen size bed dressed in black and a spanking bench with a black scarf trailing down one side. The soft smell of cinnamon drifted to her and she closed her eyes letting it wash over her, draw her in.

  Her heart beat faster as she stepped into the room, a hand on her belly, nails lightly scraping the fabric of her dress.

  “I thought you wanted to play.” The voice behind her was cool, almost controlled.

  “I do.” She turned to meet mocking hazel eyes. “No ropes, but I don’t mind handcuffs.” She loved the rush of no control. “No ball gags though.” She needed her lover to know how much she was enjoying or not enjoying what was being done to her.

  Sabrina brushed her fingers along Veda’s jaw and heat licked her flesh sparking fire in her blood. “Nothing I can’t work with,” she said. “Safeword?”

  “Play me.”

  “Slow down?” Sabrina asked.

  “Not now.” She rarely used it. She didn’t mind having her limits pushed most nights and tonight was one of them.

  “Undress, pretty baby,” Sabrina told her. “Go over to the bench when you’re done.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” She turned to look at said bench and fire sparked brighter in Veda’s blood as she stared at the bench with its leather covering over wood.

  She glanced over her shoulder. “Sabrina, can you unzip me?” Veda asked demurely not meeting Sabrina’s gaze.

  The carpet masked her footsteps, but Veda knew she was there by the flares of heat through her from the back of the finger that casually caressed her back as Sabrina dragged the zipper slowly down.

  “Thank you,” she murmured. Veda pushed the fabric slowly from her shoulders and rolled it over her bra, a soft silky material. Fear snaked through her at the memory of the sexy lingerie she’d pulled on. Part of her therapy had been to do things to strengthen her self-esteem and body image.

  A soft moan from behind her made it clear Sabrina wasn’t unhappy with her rounded butt or the cheeky panties that fit close and rode up high to leave the lower curves of her globes exposed.

  “Turn around, Veda,” Sabrina ordered. “I want to see your eyes as you undress for me.”

  Veda did as ordered and reached up, taking her time releasing the hooks of the blush pink bra that matched her panties.

  She tossed the fabric aside and Sabrina’s eyes darkened and the gold flecks stood out in sharp relief. Sabrina closed the distance between them and glided her finger down the valley between Veda’s breasts and flattened on the rounded rise of her belly.

  “Your nipples are like melted caramel,” Sabrina murmured. “I want to lick them up.” She lowered her head then slowly drew her tongue over one nipple and lifted her eyes to meet Veda’s.

  Veda shivered as the flames in Sabrina’s stare burned her.

  “I want you,” Sabrina whispered.

  “Take me.” Sabrina nipped her bottom lip and drew back from her.

  Sabrina turned Veda and kissed the back of her neck before leading her to the spanking bench.

  “Climb up.”

  She stepped onto the stool and climbed up, positioning her knees on the buttery leather before leaning forward. Her wrists were immediately secured, the metal clasping her just below the memory bracelet. Then Sabrina moved behind her sliding her hand down the middle of her back to hook a finger in the band of her panties.

  Sabrina dragged them down to smooth her hand over one curve and then the other before dropping her hand on her ass. A thrill of excitement washed over her, made her tingle in anticipation. She couldn’t wait to feel the hardness of the paddle on her ass.

  A heavier tap landed on her flesh and Veda gasped from the sting cutting through her. The heat it created was delicious.

  Sabrina struck her across the backs of her thighs.

  “You’re hungry for more?”

  “Yes, Sabrina.”

  “Give you more?”

  “Yes, please,” she begged and her body ached for another tap.

  Sabrina let the paddle fall onto her ass and Veda groaned. She loved that bite. It hurt, but it made her feel like she was flying.

  Tap. Tap. Tap.

  Veda cried out as the paddle fell on her ass in a symphonic staccato that sent fire racing down her spine and made her clit pulse in greedy demand. “Oh shit!”

  Sabrina brought the paddle down again in a final thump and then released the restraints.

  “Turn around, Veda,” she ordered.

  Veda turned, her breathing was rough and her juices dampened her inner thighs.

  Sabrina slapped one fleshy mound with an open hand and then the other before delivering a tap to the mound between her thighs. The sensation made her gasp and Sabrina laughed and tapped her pussy again.

  “Your pussy is so wet, Veda,” Sabrina said and traced a finger down her stomach to the apex between her legs. Her finger slipped past the plump lips to the damp heat beyond. She slipped her finger inside the sticky center and brought it out again to lick the moisture from it.

  Veda shivered, lips parted.

  “The sweet taste of your cat has my mouth watering to eat you.”

  “I need…” Her words trailed off as another thwack to her breast vibrated through her.

  “Need me to make you scream my name?” Sabrina crooned and pinched her nipple.

  “Yes!” she screamed.

  Sabrina slapped her breasts again before swatting her pussy and cupping her hairless mound. Then, she pressed the heel of her hand against Veda’s clit as she licked one taut nipple holding Veda’s gaze.

  She drew it into her hot mouth and sucked hard while slipping her finger into the blistering depths of Veda’s pussy. She laved the tight point and pushed her finger into her.

  “Sabrina,” Veda cried.

  Sabrina drew her finger out and pushed two into Veda’s pussy as she turned her attention to the other nipple.

  Veda arched into the sucking mouth, melting beneath the rough caresses of her pussy. Her knees weakened as she threw her head back, fingers sliding into Sabrina’s hair.

  “Sabrina,” she whined. “Please!” She ground her pelvis against Sabrina’s hand, the heel of it working her clit with slow grinding strokes while her fingers fucked her mercilessly.

  Veda let out a cry, burning out of control and then their eyes met. Sabrina watched her as she continued to finger her with deft efficiency. She mewled and wiggled her hips trying to get Sabrina deeper inside her, her fingers brushing her sweet spot.

  “Sabrina, please,” she begged. “I need to come so bad.”

  “That’s all you had to say.” Sabrina drew her fingers free and turned Veda to face the bench. “Climb back up on the bench.”

  Veda turned and Sabrina helped her climb back up. Sabrina tugged her back until her butt was off the end of the bench. Then, soft lips grazed the back of her neck as warm hands stroked down her sides to her hips.

  Sabrina slapped her ass and seconds later Veda heard the rustling of something behind her. Then Veda groaned as a dildo nudged at the folds of her pussy from behind.

  “Yes. I want you inside me.”

  Sabrina pushed into her heated channel filling her quickly. She kissed the side of Veda’s neck. “Does that feel good, baby?”

  “Yes, make it feel better, Sabrina,” she cried and the need in her voice shocked her.

  Sabrina glided her hands down to grip Veda’s hips. She drew the realistic, warm cyberskin dick almost all the way out and thrust back into the slick channel.

  She g
ripped Veda’s hips tightly, the drag out was delicious enough to make her bite her bottom lip and the drive in made her clit tingle as her juices coated the cock deep inside her.

  Sabrina set up an easy rhythm, that had them both moaning. The pleasure was rich and intense driving Veda to push her hips back to meet Sabrina stroke for stroke.

  “Sabrina,” she screamed as Sabrina pounded into her pussy.

  “Oh fuck, yes,” Sabrina groaned.

  Sabrina drove into her again and again. Veda screamed as she flew out of control, shards of color flaring behind her closed eyes. Sabrina’s hard cry joined hers, her breathing a harsh melody in Veda’s ear as she leaned heavily against her.

  Damn that had been too good. One night wasn’t going to be nearly enough.

  Chapter Four

  Long seconds later, Sabrina’s weight eased on her back and the cool air whispered over her. Veda grimaced and tried to ignore that sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

  Just sex, she reminded herself. That’s all you were in this for. You didn’t come here looking for another meaningless fling to get your heart broken again.

  She eased her way to the floor and turned to find Sabrina watching her, pants still open, the dildo rising up from its harness hidden by black panties was slick with her juices. Her hazel eyes seemed vivid green in the dimness of the room.

  Sabrina raked her fingers through her hair as she stood there looking so damned sexy Veda wanted to throw herself at her and beg to be fucked again.

  “That was great. Incredible, really,” Veda said softly, but she still couldn’t tell what Sabrina was thinking. She suspected Sabrina was planning how to throw her out now that her needs had been assuaged.

  Sabrina surprised her, crowding her, putting her hands on either side of Veda on the bench. She kissed her hard and greedy. Her hands glided down Veda’s sides to her hips. Her nails pressed against her soft flesh before wandering around to cup her ass.