#daniel pine

Prague - a city you didn't step foot in for quite a while. It's been how long? Two years? Three? You didn't know, but quickly realised that not really much had changed. Especially not in the Continental hotel.

The sun was about to set when you checked in and took the elevator up to your room. You were here for business. Of course, you were. Like most of the guests in this... field. But business could wait until tomorrow, you thought, checking on your weapons.

After a well-deserved shower, you made your way back downstairs again. Your destination being the bar for a drink. The flight had been long, just like the day. So, you deserved this. Nevertheless was there one thing which disturbed your... 'peace'. The constant feeling of being watched. You already felt it on your way to the hotel. During the check in, the elevator ride, now at the bar - and even as you took a shower. There was a pair of eyes on you without a doubt. But you could tell that it was a familiar pair of eyes. You played that little game before - quite a few times actually.

You smirked and lifted the glass in front of you to your lips and took a sip. I can't see you, but I know you're there.

When the Martini was empty, the bar keeper took the empty glass away - and placed another Martini in front of you. "I didn't order another one, Sir." The man behind the counter smiled. "I know, Miss, but the gentleman in room number 314 bought you another one." "I see. Thanks." He gave you a nod and continued his work. You breathed out a laugh and shook your head. He wasn't as subtle as usual.

After downing your second Martini, you decided to call it a night and returned to your room - even though you knew you probably wouldn't get any sleep. At least not yet.

You opened the door to your room and stepped in; switching on the lights. The first thing you saw was the familiar silhouette of a man sitting on your couch with a glass of Whiskey in hand - and you weren't even surprised. It wasn't the first time this smug bastard did that either. Sneak into your room. His back was to you, but you'd recognise him from every angle...

Daniel Pine.

You had known him for years. Every time your paths crossed, he had tried to kill you. Emphasis on tried. It wasn't that he lacked skills or wasn't smart enough - oh no, but so far, these... confrontations always ended different. Practically, you were enemies, and yet...

"You're getting soft on me now, Pine?" you said; taking off your high heels. He scoffed; not even turning to face you. "What makes you think that, beautiful?" "You're buying me drinks now." He shook his head, scoffed again and took a sip of his self poured Whiskey - obviously from the alcohol stash in your room. "Nah. I just thought you could use another one. Been a long day, right?"

Now you were the one who scoffed. "You should really switch your tactic. I could already feel your eyes on me as I sat into that damn taxi. You're getting predictable, Pine," you said and stepped closer; rounding the fancy leather sofa to face him. "Leave that up to me, beautiful. You don't even know half of what I am capable of." You snorted out a small laugh, "Oh yeah?" and started to unzip your dress; shimmying out of it elegantly - leaving you in nothing but lacey black underwear and matching black stockings. Oh, and the knife attached to the garters. "What is it this time then? Are you here to finally accomplish your mission and kill me - or is this going to end how it always does?"

Daniel chuckled darkly, downed the rest of his Whiskey and stood up; coming to stand directly in front of you. "Your choice, beautiful," he rasped; blue, hungry eyes roaming your barely covered body. "I don't care if we blow or fuck our brains out. Both works for me." You smiled, then bit your lip and reached out your hands to playfully tug at the belt around his hips. "Oh, you know what I choose. What I always choose..."

The man smirked; big palms cupping your hips. "The latter it is then," Daniel spoke lowly and lowered his head to crush his lips against yours in an open-mouthed kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feel of those tempting lips. The reminder of the sexy things those lips could do caused a hot shiver to run down your spine. His hands wandered; dipped past the fabric of your panties to grab two handfuls of your ass.

You hated to admit it, but you had missed his touch. The danger. The sex. Shit...

His borderline obscene kisses swallowed every little whimper and moan you made; the tension thick in the air. With a smirk and a wet pop he denied you another kiss; pulling back. "You're a desperate little thing, you know that? Got nobody else for your pleasure?" You grumbled low in your throat. Gosh, you really hated him. You hated that you loved what he could do to you.

"Plenty, in fact," you whispered dangerously; planning on getting back at him with this - admittedly - white lie. "Oh yeah? But not one of these men can give you what I can, right?" You smirked; fingers slowly working to unbuckle the belt of his black suit trousers. "Jealous, Pine?" "No. Just stating facts, beautiful," he shot back instantly.

You laughed - right into his face.

"Facts, tz... You're the one who always comes back to me. Not the other way round," you stated as you unzipped the zipper of his pants torturously slow, before your skilled fingers slid past the elastic waistband of his black boxers.

But before you were even able to touch what you desired was one hand of his firmly wrapped around your wrist; the other still gripping your ass. You gasped softly as he stopped you; not having anticipated this. "Careful, beautiful," Daniel rasped darkly. "Choose your words wisely and be mindful what you wish for." His blue eyes held lust but also danger as they locked with yours. "I told you before... Your bounty or your pussy - I don't care. Both is good."

You would've lied if you said this didn't turn you on even more... The danger. The risk. It was exciting.

You smiled and stood on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. "Vice versa." Daniel's reaction was not a surprising one. A scoff left his lips. "That so, beautiful? I doubt it. Given your decision every time our paths cross, you need my dick more than my bounty," he stated; giving your left buttock a firm squeeze. You giggled; knowing that you could say the same to him, but decided not to. Starting yet another 'argument' wasn't the point of this. Sex was.

"Are you going to keep on running your mouth, or..." Since your wrist was still in his grip, you used your knee to what you had in mind; lifting it to press it against his crotch - not to hurt him but to put some pressure on his most sensitive body part. It caused his breath to stutter at the unexpected contact. "... are you finally going to show me again what this dick can do?" The man growled lowly in his throat. He knew exactly which buttons to press - but so did you.

He swiftly switched the position of his hand again. Suddenly was the one which groped your ass wrapped around the thigh of the leg which was pressed against him. Your knee was no longer rubbing his crotch, but pressed against his hip. Before you were able to react, had Daniel shoved his knee between your thighs.

How the tables have turned...

"Someone's asking to not being able to walk after we're finished here," he smirked and put a little more pressure on which caused you to gasp; fingers twitching. "Thought so..." Not knowing how to help yourself out of this... 'situation' differently, you placed your free hand on the back of his neck and dragged him down into another searing hot kiss.

You were done talking.

Daniel melted against the tempting kiss, of course; the grip on you loosening. Lips collided, teeth clashed and tongues fought for the upper hand. It was messy and fucking hot. After you were done with marking his lips, you pulled back entirely and left him standing in front of the sofa as you made your way gracefully over to the bed; throwing your knife carelessly on the ground and making sure to swing your hips, of course.

The man watched you as you laid down, got comfortable and waited. Your eyes were on him; taking in the slightly disheveled and sexy state he was in. Lips bruised and swollen from the kiss. Long, brown hair untamed. Blue eyes hungry and wild. His pants undone and therefore hanging lower on his hips. That in turn gave you a delicious little sneak peek of what was hidden underneath all the layers; his boxers stretched a little - the bulge mostly hidden still but undeniably there.

The man raised an eyebrow at you. "What, you're just gonna lay there and look pretty?" You smiled and seductively stretched your barely covered limbs like a cat. "I am a pillow princess, yes. I love men who put in all the work. You should know that by now, Daniel." Daniel scoffed but smirked; shrugging off his suit jacket.

"That's one way to put it, princess," he said and threw the item of clothing carelessly on the sofa behind him. "I'd rather say you love your men dominant and... dangerous." His weapon followed. The black top he was wearing underneath showed off his strong arms and bulging biceps. Hot. You shrugged your shoulders, "If you say so, Daniel." then licked your lips with a seductive smile. "As long as you can live up to my expectations..." You couldn't help yourself but to tease him.

The man scoffed and kicked off his shoes; biceps flexing slightly as he swiftly pulled the black belt he wore through the loops of his pants. Hot - again. "You know damn well I can. Like I said...," he pulled down his black pants and stepped out of them. His lower half was only covered by his boxers - which left nothing to imagine. "...think I'm the only one who can give you what you need." You swallowed; eyes stuck on the prize as an exciting shiver ran through your body and culminated in your core.

Nevertheless, you masked your excitement; knowing the verbal war wasn't over. You wanted him to dominate you, yes - but you wouldn't give in that easily. Your pride didn't allow it. And you weren't afraid of him. Not even in the slightest. He could kill you within seconds - you could kill him within seconds. You were equals.

"What? Got nothing more to say, princess? Cat got your tongue?" Daniel spoke up again; standing now right in front of the bed - knees inches away from hitting the edge of the mattress. You shot him a death glare - but your image wavered as you noticed what his hands were doing. One held the black belt tightly in its fist and the other... You swallowed again; your core throbbing in arousal. The other was shoven inside his underwear; the movements of his wrist unmistakable. It was clear what he was doing.

Fuck.

And Daniel? He noticed. Of course, that fucker did. A malicious little smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You like that, don't you. Watching me jerk off." He chuckled and shook his head. "Didn't know you were that filthy."

You scoffed and managed to peel your eyes away to send him another glare. "Don't act like you wouldn't enjoy watching me do the same," you stated and smirked; lunging out for another verbal blow. "After all, you watched me showering earlier, didn't you?"

The man's jaw clenched; hand stopping in its movements. "Nah, I didn't. I was in this room - but I didn't lay my eyes on you," he almost spat and dangerously stepped closer again - like a predator approached its prey. "I may be a lotta things, princess..." Daniel bent over. The belt landed on the bed beside you. Skilled hands wrapped around the back of your knees and pulled you effortlessly to the edge of the bed. It happened so quick, you couldn't even react. "...but I am a man of honour. I have respect. I'm no pervert."

He threw your legs over his shoulders and tugged his boxers down - just enough to free his throbbing length. The elastic band and his balls kept the unnecessary fabric out of the way. A sexy, dangerous glint was in his blue eyes, "Rude from you to accuse me of that." and without hesitation, he ripped your gorgeous black lace panties in half to grant him access; turning the fabric into shreds.

You gasped; stunned, a little appalled - and incredibly turned on. "You fucker! Are you insane?! What are you doing?!" The man above you smirked and reached for the black leather belt again. "Nah." Daniel shook his head. "I'm giving you what you want - and need," he rasped and jutted his head at you. "And now be a good girl and give me your hands."

You had to suppress a whimper. You had pushed him. Further and further - and now you had awoken the animal inside him. This was going to have consequences - sexy ones, and you were more than ready to pay that bill. But no matter what, you'd go out as the winner - as always. You clearly won the verbal fight - after making him cave, and were going to get what you wanted as well.

So, you gave yourself into this delicious submission and obliged; being only his good girl and gave Daniel your hands. His fingers worked quickly; skillfully tieing you up with his belt. Then he bent over. Your legs were folded; knees pushed back. His large palm gripped your tied wrists and held them down against the mattress above your head. The other supported his weight; fist forming a little pit in the duvet. His hot arousal was pressed against yours. All Daniel had to do was shift his hips. He had you entirely pinned down; completely at his mercy - and you enjoyed every second.

Your breath came out in quick shallow puffs; pupils blown wide in pleasure. "That's what you wanted, isn't it?" The assassin rasped in a husky voice; rubbing his tip through your wetness. You squirmed a little - everytime he hit that sensitive little nub. You were already so emerged in pleasure, that you didn't register his question right away.

But the his grip around your tied wrists tightened to borderline painfully. "Answer me, princess." You nodded quickly. "Y-Yes, yes, Daniel. God, please... Give me w-what I chose." Another dangerous, dominant smile darted across his face. "Of course, I will give you what you want. But first..." He shifted his hips again; making his tip catch your entrance. You suppressed a moan. "What's your safeword, beautiful?" Daniel whispered; causing another hot shiver to run down your spine. He was here for a fuck or a kill - not to hurt you.

Do or die.

"Dar al-Bayda," you replied; telling him the safeword. Dar al-Bayda - also known as Casablanca. The largest city in Morocco. It was the location where your paths first crossed quite a few years back.

"Good girl," Daniel praised you again - and buried himself to the hilt inside your warmth with one sharp thrust which literally knocked the air out of you and left you breathless; jaw dropping in a muted moan. He didn't gave you time to adjust. Nuh.Uh. He instantly set a sharp, quick pace; splitting you open for him - and you gladly let him.

The terms never changed. No other man could fuck you as good as Daniel could.

Skin slapped against skin as the man looked down at you; seeing your face contort in pleasure. "Missed that dick, huh?" He rasped; delivering another delicious thrust against that one spot which made you see stars. Your back arched and a broken moan slipped past your lips. It was answer enough for the man. He chuckled deeply. "Thought so."

Daniel kept up his rhythm as long as his stamina allowed and catapulted you twice over the edge. But even a trained assassin needed a break, so he stopped the roll of his hips and straightened up; letting go of your tied up wrists in the process. Sweat dotted his forehead, which made some of his brown curls stuck to the skin there, but he couldn't care less. Your legs were like jelly and without his securing grip, you weren't able to keep them up on his shoulders. They slid down - and you had just enough power in them left to prevent a too hard impact on the marble floor. That movement also caused Daniel to slip out of you again, which you commented with a soft whimper. Feeling a little sore but already missing the stretch. It felt empty without him.

Daniel took a moment to take a few deep breaths; admiring the mess he already made of you. Satisfied. Proudly. His break gave you the chance to recover a tiny bit as well; getting your head cleared - but you weren't done. You wanted more. You needed more. So instead of being grateful this break was granted to you, you decided to poke the sleeping bear again.

You lifted your eyes to look at the assassin; seeing his glistening biceps and the sweat stains on his black top. You licked your lips, then smiled. "Tired already, Pine? Did I already wear you out, or what?" His dark, wide blown orbs snapped to meet yours on an instant. There it was again... The danger. The dominance. The pleasure. Lurking inside those blue eyes.

Daniel scoffed, "I already ruined you twice and you still want more?" and chuckled. "Greedy woman... You really should be careful what you wish for. I meant it," he said; voice dropping an octave lower. "You still want more?" He took a step closer again, "Fine." and quickly grabbed you again; manhandling you easily in the position he desired. Suddenly you were on your stomach. His arm wrapped underneath your hips and pulled your knees up, while the other hand pressed down your back. You could feel the muscles in his arm work - in combination with the fact that he was manhandling you so easily, was it nothing but a turn on.

You were a Kikimora. Handling men was a walk in the park for you - except Daniel, as it seemed.

Now you were face down, ass up, hands still tied and Daniel towering above you once again - more than ready to absolutely rail you into oblivion. And that was exactly what he did. You had asked for it and you received - more than you anticipated. The position. The angle. His technique and pace. The way he hit those delicious spots every damn time over and over and over again. It was no wonder that your knees just gave out at some point; eyes rolling into the back of your head. His arm was the only thing which held you up. The rest of you was floating somewhere beyond the clouds. You were sure he had catapulted you into another stratosphere. You didn't even notice the words he said. How his rhythm faltered. Or how he was finishing inside you. Good thing you were on birth control.

Daniel left you nothing but ruined, marked - and utterly satisfied.

You clearly needed a moment to come back down to yourself - back down to earth. The man's low chuckle was the first thing your brain truly registered again. "Now you're really speechless. Rare thing to see, princess... You not running your mouth for once. Truly fucked your brains out, huh?" Then you felt his warm touch on your wrists; untieing the belt and freeing your hands.

You blinked. "Fuck," was all you could muster; brain still a little hazy. It caused Daniel to chuckle once more. Only then did you realise that you were on your back again; laying comfortably on the bed. The second thing you became aware of was that sticky, slightly uncomfortable and stinging feeling between your legs. Grimacing, you sat up slowly and maneuvered your worn out body forwards until your legs dangled over the edge of the bed. Then you took in the truly absolute mess. You were a mess, the sheets beneath you were a mess... Your orbs flickered over the man standing in front of you with another glass of Whiskey in hands. Eyes widening in surprise, you saw that Daniel was a mess too. Well, parts of him.

"See the mess ya made, princess?" He asked with a borderline bragging, satisfied smirk on his lips, took a sip of the alcohol and gestured at his black boxers, which rested snugly over his hips and crotch again and the hem of his top. Both pieces of clothing were damp; almost wetted with stains. Stains that weren't sweat.

It took your brain a second to connect the dots. But then your eyes widened even further. "Did I...?" Daniel nodded; smirking smugly. "Was real hot, beautiful." "Fuck," you muttered oncd again - kinda overwhelmed and surprised. The assassin across from you chuckled, "Indeed." and downed the rest of his alcoholic drink.

But then another thought hit you. Daniel was part of the mess...

"You fucker didn't pull out. What if I wouldn't be on birth control, huh?" You grumbled and stood up - on slightly wobbly legs. The man just shrugged his shoulders as he slipped inside his pants and shoes again; sliding the belt through the loops and fastening it. "You are, so what's the problem? You asked for this. All of it - like you always do," he stated firmly and took a step closer to you. "Besides, I thought leaving you a little present to remember me is a nice gesture. And now be the good girl I know you can be when you want and stop whining. Take what I give you - or we might have to end this tonight."

That son of a...

You glared at him; hating that you loved his dangerous dominance. So, you played his game; getting back at him with words instead. "I always take what you give me, Daniel. I can handle me a dangerous man - but the real question is... How long can you handle me?" Daniel chuckled darkly once more, slipped in his suit jacket and stowed away his gun, before he came to stand directly in front of you again. "As long as you'll be that desperate for me, beautiful," he whispered and gave you a wink, "I'll see you again." before he turned and walked towards the door to your hotel room; exiting it.

You were too stunned to answer, so you just watched him go. "Asshole," you mumbled under your breath; making your way to the bathroom. You needed another shower.

Sexy asshole.