Agent Finds a Warrior

"My knife." I responded evenly.

She jerked hard, but I held her in place as she asked in a panicked voice, "What do you have a knife out for?"

Keeping my tone light I said, "Silly girl, how else do you think I'm going to get your clothes off with your hands tied?"

"Oh." Came her response as I sliced her shirt away and then the straps of her bra.

She was still shaking and almost in a whisper she said, "I don't like this game Elon!"

I let my forehead rest on her bare shoulder for a moment. In the month we had been intimate with each other Zora had denied me nothing that I had desired of her. This was the first time that she had ever come close to telling me no and it pained me that I'd driven her generous nature so far.

"I know you don't Zora, but it's a game we're going to play."

She continued quivering within my grasp, but she didn't say anything. Her hands started raising towards her eyes, but I pulled them back down.

I picked her up and laid her on the bed and began kissing her and she began to relax a little.

"Relax honey and trust me to make this enjoyable for you." I whispered into her ear.

Bravely she raised her bound hands up above her head and I tied them off to the headboard.

Shadows had grown dark outside. I sat with my back to the headboard beside of Zora, who was still tied off to it. I had spared no expenditure of effort into completely overloading her senses with pleasure for hours. About an hour ago she had passed out completely worn out from passion.

I waited silently in the dark gloom of the room. I had removed her blindfold when she'd fallen asleep and now I gazed down into her face waiting.

Her hands suddenly tightened into fists and pulled against the restraining tie. Denied freedom of movement her face twisted into anguish and she moaned. This was what I had been waiting for.

I eased down in the bed and brought both of my hands to either side of her head as I accessed the part of her mind and the memories that haunted her that she always kept locked off from me.

The vividness of the memory that she was reliving had me jerking with pain at the impact of linking with her.

The town was burning. Bodies lay bloody and abused in the street everywhere. They were many bodies and most of them were headless. Here and there were pyramidal piles created of the heads of the fallen bodies.