Becoming His Assassin

3 - Where is She?

Luke

    After leaving the airport, I had my driver take us straight to my mansion.  When I glanced over at my personal assistant, she was gazing out the window with the prettiest smile playing on her lips.

    Since the day I hired the blonde hair, blue eyed beauty, I hadn't been able to stop fantasizing about her.  When Alyssa glanced my way and caught me looking at her with lust, she flashed a smirk my way and asked, "Did you need me to do something?"

    Slowly, I licked my lips before huskily mumbling, "I need you to let me have my way with you."

    Her blue eyes widened with surprise, as she timidly responded, "But… sir… aren't you married?"

    "Yes, but that doesn't mean s**t.  My wife doesn't get me aroused like you do," I nonchalantly replied with a wink.

    "I don't think that's a good idea," Alyssa shyly mumbled.

    After snaking an arm around her waist, I pulled Alyssa against my side, then I brought my lips to her ear and whispered, "I know you want this as bad as I do.  I promise, you won't regret it."

    "What if your wife finds out?" she worriedly asked.

    I flicked my tongue over her earlobe, making Alyssa melt against me. With my voice deep and husky, I murmured into her ear, "She won't find out.  She's at work and won't be home until later this evening "

    Before Alyssa had a chance to respond, my lips were working their way down the milky white flesh of her elegant neck.  After a few seconds, Alyssa wrapped her arms around me and mumbled, "You're right, sir.  I want this just as bad."

    When my lips reached her pronounced collarbone, I kissed my way back up her slender neck until my lips found hers.  We came together for a steamy kiss that had my erection stretching out my black slacks.

    I thoroughly explored her sweet mouth with my tongue until the car stopped in front of my large, red brick mansion.  There weren't any neighbors close enough to see us, so I didn't have to worry about anybody telling my wife anything.  As for my driver, William, he was well aware of what would happen if he opened his mouth.

    After exiting the backseat of my limo, I helped Alyssa out of the car, then I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against me.  With my other hand cupping the back of her head, I smashed my lips against hers, initiating another steamy kiss.

    It wasn’t long before I slid my hands down to her thighs and lifted up, wrapping them around my hips, then I carried Alyssa up the walkway, while her soft lips trailed featherlike kisses down the front of my neck.  With my hands trembling with excitement, I fumbled with the lock pad and entered my security code, then I carried the sexy, little minx into my mansion.

    I pinned Alyssa against the door, as I closed it, then I caught her lips for another kiss.  After exploring her mouth for a few more minutes, I carried Alyssa to my bedroom, where I set her down on the foot of the bed, then I proceeded to slowly undress her, while she did the same for me.

    Once we were both naked, Alyssa crawled on her hands and knees further up the bed, giving me a great view of her perfect, heart-shaped behind.  After licking my lips, I whistled with appreciation, as I joined her on the bed.

    I took my time leaving a trail of soft kisses up the length of her sexy body, getting her so aroused she couldn’t wait for me to be inside of her.  When I positioned my tip at her entrance, she was dripping wet with desire, making it easy for me to slide my huge erection deep into her warm core.

    While keeping my thrusts slow and sensual, I brought her to one orgasm after another, earning a chorus of harmonious moans from Alyssa.  For well over an hour, I enjoyed being inside of her, and I didn’t think twice about filling her up with my c*m multiple times.

    That was something I had never worried about.  Even before getting married to that annoying wife of mine, I did as I pleased, and I didn’t worry about the ramifications of my actions.  I had enough money to get me out of any situation, so there was no reason to fret over the miniscule things in life.

    When we finally left my bed, we took a shower together, and I couldn’t stop myself from burying my length inside of Alyssa again.  I don’t know what it was about my personal assistant, but she made my mind and my manhood go wild with desire, and I knew being with her in that intimate way was gonna become a regular occurrence.

    After our erotic shower, I pulled on a fresh suit, while Alyssa pulled her clothes back on, then we rushed out of my mansion.  I still had things to do at the office, so it was important I made an appearance there before calling it a day.

    Of course, I couldn’t keep my lips off of Alyssa’s on the way there, causing both of us to enter with red swollen lips.  Not one person looked at us twice or mentioned a word about how obvious it was that we had just been making out, because they knew better than to question me about anything I did.

    The rest of the day continued as it normally would, with the exception of me exchanging lustful looks with Alyssa every couple of minutes.  Seeing her in that sexy, business skirt made me want to bend her over my desk and plow her right there.

    Feeling a strong need to do just that, I decided to stay late and waited for the others to leave.  Once we had the entire upstairs to ourselves, Alyssa let me have my way with her, and it was downright exhilarating.

    Needless to say, I didn’t make it home until late in the evening, and what I walked into made my blood boil.  I expected my wife to be there waiting with dinner on the table, but she was nowhere in sight.  Instead, I was greeted by a counter covered with chardonnay, and there was a napkin with the words ‘Go To Hell’ written on it.      

    Knowing it was Audrey’s handwriting, I immediately pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and called her, but she sent me to voicemail.  Enraged by my wife’s complete disrespect, I sent her a shitty text demanding to know where she was.

    I waited ten minutes for a response, but one never came.  I continued to call her phone, but it was no longer ringing a single time and going straight to voicemail.  I knew she must have turned the phone off, but that didn’t stop me from sending her threatening texts, demanding she get her butt home right away if she didn’t want me to punish her in the worst of ways.

    Audrey knew better than to disrespect me like that, and it angered me to no end.  I spent the rest of the evening pissed beyond belief.  I called her parents and her boss, hoping they would know where she was, but nobody seemed to know a damn thing.  

    My wife had somehow managed to evade me for the moment, but I wouldn’t stop looking for her.  I had warned her many times about what would happen if she ever tried to leave, and I had every intention of keeping my word on that.