Chapter Twenty-Nine-Theory and practice.

Chapter Twenty-Nine-Theory and practice.
ADONIS'S POINT OF VIEW
“Are you sure?” she asks me after a minute, with so much hope in her voice that I’ll say no, that I can’t help but laugh.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Like… right now?” Damn, she’s sweet.
“Preferably,” I answer, and she sighs heavily.
“God… what do you suggest?” she asks again, hope slipping into her voice, probably praying I’ll solve the problem myself.
“Well, you’re the kidnapper.“ I tease, and God, I wish I could see her face right now.
“Yeah, yeah. Stop being sarcastic. I haven't kidnapped anyone until now, well, I did, but it never lasted long enough to come to this. Also, most would pee themselves. But then I'd kill them so I didn't have to deal with-- anyway, that's a totally different story. Tell me your suggestion.” That's hot. I mean, it's confirmation that she's truly an assassin and will most probably kill me, but it's also hot.
You don't see women assassins every day.
“Well, if you ask me, we have two options.”
“Spill it.” I can hear her tapping her foot. She’s definitely nervous. And that makes me smile.
“But I don’t think you’ll like either of them.”
“Try me.”
“Okay. One, you let me go into your bedroom… sorry, I meant bathroom.” I tease again, and I can’t help but smile when I hear her gasp.
"You... you... arhhh! Why can't I just-- arhh! Tell me your second option," she snaps, groaning in frustration, but my mind... oh, my mind didn't hear frustration. It heard fantasies that I or anyone else should not, under any circumstances, have about their assassin.
“Or two. You help me.”
“NO, and NO!” She yells as if I just asked her to walk naked on the street.
“Well, I understand that you won’t let me go to the bathroom, but why not the second suggestion?" She doesn’t say anything, and thanks to the silence, I hear her breathing get faster.
Fuck, why the Hell am I getting harder? Now, even if I want to, I can’t pee.
And why does it feel like I’m cheating on Rainbow?
Holy fuck!
I think I might suffer from Stockholm syndrome.
“Well... just because.” Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, the kind that does things to my body.
Well, almost everything she does affects my body.
That's because you're missing too many screws.
I agree.
“Don’t tell me that you’re shy,” I tease and smirk.
“Remind me, why didn’t I kill you already?”
“Maybe because you like my company?”
“No, I don’t.” She tries to sound convincing, but her shaky voice tells a different story, and I bet she’s blushing.
Does she really like my company?
“If you say so, Assi.”
“Assi?” she asks, confused.
“Yes, from assassin. You won’t tell me your name, so I have to call you somehow.”
“Very funny indeed. I have to go. Hold it for another hour. You won’t die. Unfortunately," she says as if she’s truly disappointed, and I burst out laughing.
“And I hope I’ll come back with a solution. You want some takeout?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“Something that requires you to hand feed me,” I remember her soft fingers on my lips, and my pants get even tighter.
I really need a release… fuck.
I wonder what she looks like.
“And you say that I’m impossible," she says with a huff.
“How do you look?” I blurt out as curiosity wins. Well, what do I have to lose?
“What?” she asks, as if she’s not sure she heard me right.
"I asked you how you look. I want to get an idea of who I’m talking to. Put a name to your... well, the saying is 'face' but since you wouldn't let me see you, I'll change it to 'voice'."
“I don’t know.” Her voice is again small, and... fuck. I don't think I even have to say anything anymore, do I?
“What do you mean you don’t know?” I insist, hoping to get an answer.
“I’ll go now. Bye.” I want to tease her some more, but I don’t want to push it, so I leave it alone for now.
“Okay, sweetheart. Hurry home. I’m gonna miss you,” I say with a smile, and I hear her groan.
“You’re annoying," she says, groaning, making me chuckle.
But I really think I’m gonna miss the lunatic.
I hear her walking, but not away from me, and then I feel her gently grab my chin. She turns my head, and I almost groan when I feel the silky hair brushing my face, her cheek rubbing against mine, and worst of all, her lips and warm breath caressing my ear as she whispers softly.
Fuck, my dick is twitching because of my assassin!
“Oh, and by the way, pretty boy.” My breath stopped by now, and my dick is throbbing.
This is so fucking wrong on so many fucking levels...
"There are sensors everywhere, and the room is soundproof. So, if you move even an inch, I’ll know. And you’re not gonna like the outcome. As for screaming… good luck with that. Did I make myself clear?” Her voice is sensual yet intimidating, confident, and erotic.
This is definitely the sexiest monologue I've ever heard. I just hope she’s not gonna make me come in my pants like Rainbow did.
“Cristal,” I answer shortly after I swallow the lump in my throat.
“Good boy.” While she pulls herself away from me, I feel her lips brushing my cheek, and my dick twitches again.
Fuck me sideways.
Is it possible to like two women at once?
Okay, I had sex with two women. But not like that, like this…
I’m not making any sense, am I?
I think I’m in deep shit!
I like my death.
Literally.
God help my sinful soul.
And she just walks away like nothing ever happened. For her, maybe nothing happened, but for me and my dick… a lot has happened.
Too many things.
This woman will be the death of me.
Theoretically and practically.
Fuck my short life!