TheFlameWithin

From afar she was a pretty set of tits and ass, a sweet face turned eye candy, turned girlfriend, turned unpaid assistant to her rich and powerful man.

From afar she was pretty lips - smiling and whispering nice words with that slightly unplaceable accent as she did a secretary's work for the Shadow himself, Commander Philip Graves.

From afar she was a lucky girl being spoiled and protected from the world by the secretive founder of the infamous Shadow Company, always dressed up nicely and pleasing to see hanging from his arm.

Yes, from afar it was a nice sight - her and the man.

The pinnacle of success. The living american dream. The big house and perfect hair and black AMEX.

But getting a bit closer the scenery disintegrated into pieces, rotten and decaying. Like him. Like her.

It started on a private jet. Graves and a selected handful of men in his charge were travelling back home to the US. He had wanted it to be a relaxed occasion. A nice reward to travel more private after all the blood and grime and hustle.

“Hey commander!” One of the rookies called as he leaned back and pressed against the pretty girl. “Hadn’t expected you to be the type to share.”

She only stared at the bottle of water in her hands, watching the little waves caused by the vibrations of the plane.

“I hardly have a say in what she does. Or who.” Philip Graves called back as he opened up another bottle of champagne. Of course it was champagne even if any sparkling wine would have done it for a bunch of men drinking it just for the air of exclusivity and hardly the taste.

“Well then, doll.” The man tried seductively. “Would you mind sitting on my lap?”

She looked up, cold eyes that pierced into his and warned him that he might regret it.

“Why?” Her words peeled off her tongue like drops of water.

“Because you have a nice ass I want to feel it, sugartits.”

She smiled, beautiful and hot and dangerous with lovely red lips and sharp teeth.

Instead of a word she leaned over, raising her leg gracefully over his lap and up until she straddled him. The short skirt she wore sliding up slightly only helped up further by the calloused hands that grabbed her bum.

“You are a wild one.” The man huffed in surprise. “Adventurous. I like that. I can see why Graves has you.”

“Has me?” She asked, confused. “I have him. And now, I have you too.”

The man chuckled. “Sure. Whatever you say, honey.”

Her fingers trailed up his shoulders and up to the collar of his shirt.

“I like your shirt. Nice colour.” She stated. “Would you mind getting it off for me for what comes next?”

The man's eyes wandered behind her to the commander.

“Told you, I have no say in this.” Graves declared with a shrug and turned away to attend to the other men further up the plane in the passenger area, leaving the man alone with her.

“Well then, allow me to get out of this.” The man stated and slightly leaned away from the girl in his lap, unbuttoning his silken shirt and throwing it onto the floor.

She hummed approvingly, nodding as if he had done something good.

“Alright, dear, let’s continue this to its logical conclusion.” He mused and grabbed her by the hip.

“Yes. Agreed.” Another pragmatic nod from her that slightly confused him. “I am hungry.”

“Allow me to satisfy-”

She leaned closer, grabbing him by the neck and bit him.

With a gurgling sound paired with the crunch of tendons and bones being torn and crushed, she drew blood and a mouthful of flesh. His armed flailed up, confused at first and he wanted to shove her off but she only swatted away his weakening arms. Next was an attempt to scream. He wanted to call for help but she grabbed him by the jaw, forcing his mouth shut with inhuman strength and leaving nothing but a muffled sound out of his desperate lips. His eyes turned from dazed, to panicked, to lifeless as she held him like that until he stopped moving. Then, she took another bite, tasting and finally grimacing disapprovingly before sliding off his lap.

“Having fun?”

It was Graves standing in the room, shielding her from the sight of the other men on the plane.

“You promised me better kill, Philipp.” She cleared her throat. “This one tasted like bad financial decisions since 17, alcoholism and a couple of failed marriages.”

“Not my problem, you are a picky eater.” He said casually.

“I could always eat you.”

He nodded as he grabbed a blanket and strategically placed it over the dead man while closing his eyes. With a bit of good will he looked like he was sleeping.

“You could.” Philipp Graves admitted. “But I am hardly tastier than him.”

The girl eyed first the dead man, then the commander. Some considered Graves good looking, his smile may even pass as charming. And the man knew how to dress himself while also never skipping a chance to work out and enjoy a homemade meal. But she knew better than to be tricked by looks, a good life and a bit of hair gel.

“Yeah you are right.” She concluded. “You are old. And your meat would be too tough.”

“Right.” He sighed and grabbed a serviette to tenderly wipe off the blood from her face. “Just my meat would not help you with your little culinary adventures. Imagine the hustle of getting off this plane while having to explain a body.”

She shrugged and grabbed the silken shirt on the floor with her nice ass up for a short little moment.

“I don’t. That’s your job, Philipp.” Her eyes gleamed up at him - innocently and big, enticing and inviting with that sweet mouth and cute face of hers. “Look at this, Phil. The colour of my new shirt is so pretty. It works with my skin. You never get me stuff like this.”

She pulled off her bloodied blouse, standing in front of him half-naked before slowly buttoning the new shirt over her bare chest without losing eye-contact. He dared not to look down, to peak at her bare body and beautiful curves and luscious skin so close he could feel the heat emanating off of her as she moved.

He swallowed.

“Pardon me, Princess.” He huffed. “I’ll think of that the next time I’mma getting you something pretty. Right after I’ll clean up this mess of yours.”

Her fingers trailed up his chest until it brushed over his shoulders, neck and chin. The commander held his breath as she leaned closer and got on her toes before she gave him a little peck on the cheek, her breasts brushing up to him for a moment too short to enjoy yet to close not to notice.

“Thank you, Philipp. You are the best.”

She wandered off, joining the other men again and leaving Graves alone with the body draped like a sleeping person and a bloody blouse on the floor.