The woman responsible for all your headaches for the last month was finally captured and cuffed to the beam above your head. Her feet barely touching the ground

You got lucky your man found my weapon otherwise I would never have been caught. You and all your men are jokes.

Toss me in the trunk? Well fuck you then! Your still going to have to break me first, cunt! And even if I do talk I wouldn't give you any information! You're nothing but a waste of time!

I smirk at him. You want me to tell you everything now? I don't think so. You'll have to do better than that cunt. Punish me all you want, I've taken worse before from pussies like you!

(I lie there on the bed, hands tied above my head, legs spread wide under the sheet, my sex aching for his touch. I can feel him staring at me, heating up the room with his gaze.) "What's your name?" is the first question he decides to ask. Ha! As if you don't already know that piece of information dumbass! I should at least give you some challenge... but no, let's see how long it takes for you to realize who I am! So, do I tell him my name or do I keep quiet and hope he gets the hint?

I grin up at him. "My name?" I purr. "Why do you want to know that? You already have it, don't you?" My voice is husky and seductive, trying to distract him from the real question. I know he knows who I am, but part of me hopes he makes the effort to figure it out anyways...

My throat tightens at his next question. This time there's no way around it... unless I lie, but that seems like an even dumber idea now. "My title... is Alissa." There, he knows now. Or does he? His expression gives nothing away, making me want to squirm under his gaze. "Are you happy now?"

I glare at him as he asks his next question. "Who do I look like I'm bothering? It's my job, isn't it?" That much is the truth... but why does he want to know who gave me the quest in the first place? Maybe if I play dumb and pretend not to understand... "What are you talking about? You think I'm working for someone else? HA! Like anyone else could afford to hire me." I laugh, trying to sound more confident than I feel. But it dies away quickly when his face doesn't change at all. Maybe I should just tell him...

Her voice is firm now as she looks him straight in the eye. "Fine. Yes, I was hired by your superiors. But that doesn't change anything, does it?" She snickers, enjoying the way he squirms under her gaze. "So what? You think they're gonna be happy when you bring me back to them like this?" Her voice trails off as she shrugs, pretending indifference.

But deep down, a part of her wishes that he would try and prove himself against someone like her... make her submission more satisfying in the end. "What now, big guy? You gonna punish me or what?" She asks with a mocking laugh, tilting her head to one side.

I can't help but feel disappointed when he doesn't seem interested in punishing me like I wanted him to. Well, at least he's getting food... she muses as her stomach growls audibly. Maybe if I'm nice enough, he'll let me eat too? "Hey," she calls out weakly from the bed. "If you're gonna get food anyway, mind bringing back something for me?" She pauses, considering how to phrase it without sounding too needy. "I mean... maybe share some of whatever you get?" Her tone is tentative, hoping he won't think she's being too pushy.

She lets out a laugh that sounds more annoyed than amused. "Oh, great," she mutters sarcastically. "So I get to be your roommate now? How lovely." She pouts, turning her head to the side. "And what about my payment? You're going to give me what we agreed on, right?"

She knows they probably didn't discuss payment too much... but it doesn't hurt to ask. Maybe if she's lucky, he'll feel bad enough to give her something anyway.

Alissa sits at the table next to him, eyeing her portion of food hungrily as she tries not to look too eager. Her hands fidget beneath the table, itching to reach out and grab a piece of chicken... but she resists for now. It's better to play it cool, at least until they're done eating.

She takes a deep breath in through her nose, trying to focus on the smell of the food rather than how good it looks, then exhales slowly out her mouth. "So," she says conversationally, tilting her head toward him as she forks up a piece of vegetable. "You must be pretty important to have so many people after you." She pauses, chewing thoughtfully before adding with a grin: "Or is it just that I'm that good at my job?"

"Sorry," she mutters, swallowing the food in her mouth and setting down her fork. "Just making conversation." She glances up at him from under her lashes, her tone suddenly serious. "I just want to say... you've been a tough nut to crack, you know that? But I never back down from a challenge. So even though we might not see eye-to-eye now..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words.

She pushes her hair behind her ear self-consciously and meets his gaze head-on. "I want you to know that I respect what you do... and who you are." There's a strange warmth in her tone now, like maybe there's more to this than she expected. But before he can respond, she quickly adds: "Or at least, I hope you do the same for me."

Her heart is pounding in her chest as she waits for his reply. What will he say? Will he believe that there's even a shred of sincerity in her words?

Her cheeks flush at his comment, but she pretends not to notice as she gets up from the table to help clear their dishes. "Well," she says lightly, trying to brush off the awkwardness. "I'm glad we could share a meal together." As they work side by side, washing and drying the plates, she catches sight of him out of the corner of her eye.

He's much less intimidating when he's not interrogating her... although she suspects that might be part of his charm. Maybe there's more to him than meets the eye. She hesitates for a moment, then decides to take another chance and ask: "So... what do you like to do when you're not busy running from everyone?"

She glances at him sidelong, trying to gauge his reaction. Part of her hopes he'll open up, maybe even trust her enough to confide in her... but she also knows better than to expect too much.

Alissa nods, pretending to give the matter some thought as she dries her hands on a towel. "Well," she says slowly, "if you ever want someone to keep you company... I mean, when all this blows over and you're back out there doing your thing..." She trails off, unsure how he'll take the offer.

She bites her bottom lip nervously, hoping that she hasn't gone too far. Maybe it was a mistake to try and make friends with him... but damn if it didn't feel like the right thing to do at the time. Now she just has to wait and see how he responds.

She blinks in surprise as he picks her up, but she quickly composes herself and gives him a cocky smile. "Why not?" She shrugs, pretending that being carried like this is nothing out of the ordinary. "Might as well make the most of our time together."

As they approach the bathroom, she glances around curiously, taking in the clean lines and soothing colors. It's a nice space... nothing like where she usually stays when on assignment. A strange sense of comfort washes over her as he carries her toward the waiting tub. "What do you normally use?" She asks, trying to make conversation as they prepare for their shared bath.

"Well," she says with a chuckle as she begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing smooth skin beneath her fingertips. "You could just tell me what you want me to use... or trust that I know how to take care of myself." She grins wickedly, giving him a sultry look from beneath her lashes.

Once she's undressed him enough, she sets aside his clothes and turns her attention back to herself. She kicks off her shoes, then wriggles out of her pants and underwear, revealing smooth curves that seem to beg for his touch. As soon as he sits down in the tub, she climbs in beside him, settling against his chest with a contented sigh. "Much better," she murmurs, running her fingers through his wet hair.

The warm water envelops them, making their skin tingle and flush under its heat. She can feel the weight of his body against hers, the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear... it's almost as if they were made for this moment. "This is nice," she whispers, leaning in closer to kiss his bare shoulder. "Thanks for inviting me."

Her eyes widen as he begins to touch her so intimately, but she doesn't pull away. In fact, if anything, it only makes her more aroused. She moans into his shoulder as his fingers trace circles around her clit, making her wet and needy for him. Her hips start to buck against his hand in search of the release that he seems determined to deny her.

The taste of his finger in her mouth is oddly erotic... but when he bites down on her neck, it sends shivers through her entire body. Her head falls back against his shoulder, leaving a trail of saliva and moans in its wake as she gives herself over to the sensations coursing through her. "Tôi muốn...," she gasps, struggling to find the words as he continues to touch her in all the right places. "Let me come..."

Her fingers curl into fists against his chest, trying to steady herself and fight back against the climax that's building inside of her, but it's no use. Soon enough, her body shudders with release, waves of pleasure coursing through her as she cries out his name. Only when she's spent does she finally relax back into his embrace.

She shudders beneath his touch as the last waves of pleasure wash over her. "Wow," she gasps, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. Her cheeks flush at the realization that he's tasted her... but strangely enough, it doesn't embarrass her as much as it should. Maybe it's because he made her feel so good... or maybe it's just another part of this strange connection they seem to be forming against all odds.

Her fingers trail lightly up his chest and across his shoulders, marveling at the strength in his body even as she's drained from their encounter. "That was..." She hesitates, searching for the right word before finally settling on "... intense." A smirk plays across her lips as she glances up at him from beneath her lashes. "And I think you liked it just as much."

Her body arches into his as he kisses her deeply, their tongues tangling together in a dance that leaves them both breathless. The feel of his fingers inside her still sends shivers down her spine, making her squirm against him in an effort to get closer. She groans into his mouth, already missing the tight grip of his hand on her clit as he continues to tease and please her.

His words make her blush even deeper, but she doesn't deny them. In fact, hearing him say things like this only serves to fuel her desire for him more. She tangles her fingers in his wet hair, pulling his head back so she can look into his eyes as they kiss. There's a desperation there that she hasn't seen before... and it thrills her to know that she's the one making him feel this way.

As he continues to touch her, her hips begin to move of their own accord, grinding against his hand in search of completion once more. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely between kisses, her voice pleading for something more than just relief from desire. "Just let me come again."

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as her body is wracked with another powerful orgasm. When she finally comes down from the high, her vision cleared up and she look at him in disbelief. He took some of her pussy juice with his finger and put it into his mouth! She's never had anyone do something like that before... but somehow, coming from him, it feels wrong yet right at the same time.

Her cheeks flush as she realizes what he just said. "You... you really think so?" Her voice is small and hesitant, almost shy despite her confident exterior. It's a strange feeling, to have someone find pleasure in something that's usually considered private and intimate. But strangely enough, it doesn't make her uncomfortable.

She shrugs nonchalantly, trying to play it cool even as her heart races in her chest. "Well... I guess you're the first person to ever tell me that." There's a note of vulnerability in her voice now, one she hasn't let anyone hear before. But with him, somehow, it feels different. Safe.

She blushes even deeper at his words, but can't help the smile that spreads across her face. It's hard not to enjoy the way he talks about her... like she's some kind of delicacy he just can't get enough of. "Well," she murmurs, still feeling a bit self-conscious despite his praise. "I guess you could say I know how to take care of myself."

Her fingers trail idly down his chest, over his stomach and lower still, until they reach the base of his erection. She gives him a teasing look from beneath her lashes before reaching out to stroke him through his wet trousers. "Or... I could take care of you." Her grin widens as she feels him harden in her hand. "You know, if you're really that interested."

Her breath hitches as he pulls her back against him, the heat of his erection pressing firmly against her entrance. She arches her back, wanting more as he lines them up and then pushes inside her in one swift motion. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she's taken by surprise, but it only serves to heighten the sensation as he fills her completely.

"Oh God..." Her head falls back with a moan as she feels him moving inside her, hips meeting hers in perfect rhythm. She clutches at him, not wanting to let go as he thrusts deeper, harder, claiming her body as his own. "Tôi muốn... Đây..." Her words are garbled and breathless, her mind spinning with the pleasure coursing through her. She's never felt anything like this before... so hot and tight and right.

She meets his eyes, their gazes locked together as they both lose themselves to the sensation of skin on skin, sweat mingling and hearts pounding in time. For a moment, she thinks maybe there's something more here... something deeper than just lust or duty or whatever else brought them together. It's an unsettling realization that makes her even wetter for him.

"Tôi muốn..." Her voice trails off as he reaches between them and finds her clit, rubbing circles around it with his thumb. "Oh fuck..." The world narrows down to nothing but the feel of him moving inside her, the taste of him filling her mouth when she cries out for more. She comes hard, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, leaving her weak and aching for even more.

"That's it," he growls against her ear, thrusting harder still as she

Her body is on fire as he kisses and bites his way down her neck, across her collarbone, over her breasts. She moans into his mouth, digging her nails into the skin of his shoulders, desperate for contact even as she feels so completely exposed beneath his hungry lips. The sensation of his teeth scraping over her sensitive flesh makes her writhe against him, arching her back in search of more. "Harder," she gasps between moans, unable to hide the need that burns inside her now. "Don't hold back." She feels possessive and greedy all at once... but she doesn't care. Right now, there's only him, and the desire that he seems determined to stoke within her.

Her hips lift off the tub in time with his thrusts, matching his urgency stroke for stroke as they ride out this storm together. Her head spins, the pleasure building higher and higher until she feels like it might consume her entirely. "I'm close," she whispers shakily, digging her fingers into the skin of his back. "Don't stop now."

She feels him pulse against her inside, felt the wet heat of his release fill her up as he finally finds his own release. As they catch their breath together, bodies still joined, she meets his eyes in the mirror and knows that this... whatever this is... it's only just beginning.

She glances up from her phone as he begins to touch her again, smiling at the feeling of his hands on her skin. It's strange... after everything that's happened between them, she should feel more guarded and cautious around him. But instead, it only seems to make things hotter, more intense.

As he kisses her neck, she arches into the touch, moaning softly at the contact. Her hands find their way up his chest, tracing patterns across his skin as she tries to memorize every inch of him. "I never thought..." she trails off, not really sure what she means to say but unable to stop herself from saying it anyway. "I mean... I didn't expect this between us."

Her breath catches as he circles her nipple with his finger, making her heart race faster and harder. Heat pools low in her belly, a reminder that despite everything else, they're still connected on a fundamental level. She shudders beneath him, pressing closer as the desire builds inside of her once more. "Don't stop," she whispers hoarsely, already missing the feel of his hands on her when they stray elsewhere.

She closes her eyes, lost in the sensation of his touch and the way he makes her feel. There's something about this... something real and raw that she's never experienced before. And even though she knows it might not last forever, she doesn't want to let go just yet.

She gasps as he turns her over, the feel of his weight pinning her to the bed sending shivers down her spine. Her heart races faster in anticipation as she watches him lower his head toward her, already feeling wet and aching for him there.

Her hips buck upward when he finally makes contact, her moans filling the air as he begins to lick and suck at her most sensitive spot. Her fingers twist into the sheets beneath her, digging in as pleasure rolls over her in waves, making it impossible not to thrash against the bed.

"Oh God..." She whispers his name like a prayer, arching her back even further as he works her over with expertise and care. She can feel every stroke of his tongue against her clit, feel the heat of his breath fanning across her damp folds. It's too much... but she doesn't want it to stop.

"Yes," she cries out, digging her nails into the skin of his shoulders as her body tenses and releases in sweet agony. The sensation builds inside of her, tightening like a fist until finally she comes, her voice lost in a scream that echoes off the walls around them.

She shudders beneath him, trembling from the intensity of her orgasm as he continues to lavish attention on her sensitive flesh. Only when she's spent does he finally pull back, his satisfied smile mirroring the one playing across her flushed features. "Fuck..." she pants, eyes heavy-lidded and unfocused as the aftermath washes over her. "That was... incredible."

Her breath catches as she feels him against her, hard and demanding. She opens her eyes just in time to see him position himself at her entrance, their bodies flush together from chest to thigh. The desire she sees burning in his eyes sends a shiver down her spine and curls low in her belly. With one swift thrust, he pushes inside her, filling her completely.

Her nails scrape against his shoulders, her hips buck upward in search of more as he begins to move inside her. The sensation of him claiming her like this, taking what he wants without apology, makes her heart race faster and her blood sing in a way she never thought possible.

"Harder!" she cries out, arching her back off the bed as he thrusts deeper and harder. Her body trembles with need, every touch sending shards of pleasure through her. "Don't stop," she gasps, digging her nails into his shoulders as he thrusts harder still.

Her orgasm builds, tightening low in her belly until it feels like it's going to consume her. With a final, desperate cry, she comes apart beneath him, her body shuddering with release as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She clings to him, moaning his name into the crook of his neck as her vision blurs and everything else fades away except for the feel of his skin against hers, the taste of his mouth when she kisses him.

"That's it," he growls roughly, pulsing inside her as he reaches his own climax. Her inner walls contract around him, milking every last drop from his spent cock before finally relaxing and letting him slide free with a soft groan. They collapse together on the bed, breathless and spent, their hearts racing in

Her body is sore and aching in the most amazing way as she drifts off to sleep, cuddled up against him. The feel of his chest pressed against her back, the warmth of his breath on her neck... it's all so comforting, so right. She couldn't have imagined feeling this way just a few weeks ago when they first met.

She smiles to herself, content for the moment to simply bask in the afterglow of their passion and tenderness. The world seems so far away... as if it only exists between the two of them now. And as she drifts off into a peaceful slumber, she can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring.

She stirs in her sleep, her body arching into the contact as if searching for more. His touch feels so right against her skin, it's almost like they were meant to be together this way. She nestles closer, pressing her backside against his groin, her hips moving of their own accord.

Even in sleep, she seems to crave him. The feel of her soft curves and the scent of her hair send a shiver down his spine. He kisses her shoulder, her neck, trailing light kisses across her collarbone before nibbling gently on her earlobe.

"Mmm," she moans quietly, her body tensing beneath him at the sensation. "I could get used to this." She burrows deeper into his embrace, seeking the comfort and connection that only he seems able to provide. Even though they've just shared an intensely passionate night together, it feels like there's still so much more between them... as if the boundaries of their relationship are yet to be fully explored.

He presses a soft kiss to her forehead, enjoying the feel of her warm breath against his skin. In this moment, he can't imagine ever wanting anything or anyone else but her. And for now, that's enough.

She'd never been this tired before... or nauseous. Her breasts felt sensitive and sore, her moods were all over the place, and she couldn't seem to focus on anything for more than a few minutes at a time. It was starting to become obvious that something wasn't right with her body, but she chalked it up to stress from work or maybe just a nasty bug that refused to go away.

"I really need to get back into my routine," she mutters to herself as she lies on the couch, flipping through the channels aimlessly. Her stomach rumbles, reminding her that she hasn't eaten much in the past few days, but even the thought of food makes her queasy. "Maybe I should call in sick tomorrow... and see if a doctor..." She trails off, knowing how ridiculous that sounds. Doctors are for people who are really sick, not just a little tired and out of sorts.

Her eyes drift shut as she listens to the quiet hum of the television, lost in her own thoughts and worries. It isn't until later that night, when she wakes up with cramps so intense they double her over, that she begins to seriously consider the possibility that something more might be going on. Maybe she should just talk to Tôi... he seems so much calmer and level-headed these days... maybe he'd know what to do.

The next morning, she stumbles into the bathroom with barely enough energy to prop herself up on the vanity. Her face is pale and clammy, her eyes heavy-lidded from exhaustion. The thought of seeing a doctor terrifies her... but not as much as the idea of confronting Tôi about what's been going on between them.

She grabs her phone with trembling hands, debating whether or not to text him about how she's feeling. As she types out the message, however, she decides against it, worrying that it might come across as too desperate or needy. Instead, she hits send on a different message: "Hey, I have a crazy idea. Want to go get breakfast?" It's a neutral topic, and hopefully he'll respond without asking any awkward questions.

She presses send with shaking fingers, then collapses back against the counter, waiting anxiously for his reply.