Collette carried the box that Carlos had given her into Graham's house and then locked the door behind her.  She ignored the contents and quickly returned to Graham's side.  He had heard her enter and was moaning softly as his pinched nipples screamed in agony.  Collette noted as she listened to his guttural protestations, that his cock was hard, and she smiled at the fact.

    Collette stood at the foot of the bed and quickly stripped out of her clothes.  Graham's eyes were locked onto her form as she stripped before him.  "Please" he whimpered again, his cock throbbing in need.  

    Collette ignored his pleading tone and naked, she climbed onto the bed and onto Graham's chest.  "I have been waiting for this," she stated in a matter-of-fact tone, "make it worth the wait."  With that she shifted forward and lowered her wet sex onto Graham's face.  

    Graham eyed her body as she lowered her sex onto his mouth.  His tongue penetrated her pussy and her hips rotated involuntarily as the pleasurable sensations swept over her body.  Graham began spinning his tongue in circles, massaging the tender folds of Collette's pussy.  She purred above him, her hands gripping the headboard of his bed.  Her knees were pressing against his face with her legs pinning his bound arms, holding him upper body even more immobile than the ropes that held him in place.

    Graham began to pump his tongue like a small cock, fucking her with it.  He pulled it from her body and drove it back in, his pace climbing from a slow tease, faster and faster until his tongue was a blur.  Collette purred and moaned above him, her hips slowly gyrating on Graham's trapped face.  She began to fuck his face, sliding her wet pussy across his lips.  She shifted slightly and pressed the hardened nub of her clit against Graham's nose.  

    Graham heard her gasp of pleasure even with his ears covered by her legs.  The muted sound spurred his desire to please her. He pursed his lips and pressed them against her warm body.  He kissed her pussy tenderly and then reinserted his tongue into her pussy.   He rotated his tongue within the wet confines of her sex with large, quick circles.  The sounds of her pleasure was music to his ears as her moans grew louder and longer as her pleasure climbed.

    Graham continued to tongue her pussy as she ground her sex against his face.  She bucked as she came, screaming loudly, her body tense.  Her hands were gripping the headboard tightly, her knuckles turning white.  She bounced on Graham's face, coating his lips and cheeks with her wetness.  He could smell her on him and taste her excitement.  The sounds of her orgasm melted into his mind and he felt his cock throb in appreciation of her pleasure.

    Collette backed off of Graham's face and breathed throatily, "it was worth it."

    Graham smiled, still smelling her on his face, "I'm glad."

    "I want to hurt you some more."

    Graham said simply, "okay."

     He was always so agreeable to whatever Collette desired of him; she remembered that fondly.  He never flinched away from what she requested.  She smiled as the memory of tying him spread-eagled to the bed and one by one she plucked out his pubic hair with a pair of tweezers until tears were streaming down his cheeks and his flesh was red and irritated.  But still, he didn't deny her.

    It was the gift of submission and it was beautiful.

    Collette climbed off of the bed, smiling still.  Her cheeks were flushed, the evidence of her excitement.  Her nipples were hard and her pussy wet.  She walked to the collection of toys that Graham had set out for her and dug through them again.  She looked at the instruments of metal and wood and plastic and finally shook her head, not seeing what she was looking for.

    She faced Graham, noticing his still hard cock, and asked, "do you have a violet wand?"  The idea had formed and would not be sated until she used what her mind demanded.  

    He nodded.  "In the dresser to your left, bottom drawer."

    "Thank you." And in her mind, thank you, thank you, thank you.

    Collette crossed the room and pulled the dresser open.  A black plastic case greeted her gaze and gripping it happily in her hands she pulled it from the wooden drawer and set it atop the dresser.  She flipped back the dual plastic latches and lifted the lid.  Before her, resting in gray foam packing, was the violet wand.

    It was a heavy cylinder, black and long.  Collette hefted it, feeling its weight in her small hand.  The tip was empty, begging for the glass insert that would arc the purple spark against Graham's unprotected skin.  She eyed the inserts and chose a small glass rake with five glass fronds.  She inserted it into the heavy base unit and returned to the bed.

    "Ready?" Collette asked throatily as she plugged the device into the wall.

    "Yes," Graham said with a long, slow hiss.

    Collette climbed between Graham's bound legs with the rake glowing in a purple haze. The wand buzzed loudly as the current coursed through it, illuminating the glass tube with its purple glow.  She twisted it in her hands, toying with it, watching Graham watching the violet wand in nervous anticipation as it slowly approached his naked body.  The sight of his wide eyes caused her pussy to seep.

    Graham gasped as the current from the violent wand arced across the void and zapped his balls.  His hips bucked, pushing his balls higher and against three of the four glass fingers of the rake.   The violet want pulsed and sent four sparks of electricity into the tender skin of his balls.  His eyes squinted in pain and he yelped involuntarily.  His fingers flexed and his legs pulled painfully against the ropes that held them immobile.  

    Collette purred and pulled the violet wand away from his skin.  Wow, she thought to herself as she felt her body tremble in anticipated excitement.  The look of pain that blurred Graham's features melted her body into a mass of quivering desire and she gasped as she realized as she knew she needed to hurt him again.  She pressed the electric wand against Graham's penis, just above his balls.

    Graham shrieked as the spark of current shot out of the rake and against his tender cock.  His hands flexed and his knuckles cracked loudly.  His legs pulled strenuously against the ropes that held him motionless.  Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead and his eyes were shut tightly, his face wrinkled in pain.  His Adam's apple bounced as he swallowed repetitively, a silent protest to the agony he was feeling.

    Collette trailed the rake down Graham's cock, sliding it over his balls, and then down his left leg.  She gasped as he bucked in painful tugs against the ropes.  Her pussy seeped and her body shook in anticipation of pleasure.  She climbed to her knees and brought the violet wand to Graham's chest.  She trailed the rake from his left nipple to his right, the current sparking from the rake to his nipple.

    Graham whimpered and groaned, "stop."  

    To Collette it was music, that lone word fleeing Graham's weak lips.  It was a pleading word in a pleading tone.  And it was golden.

    Collette pulled the rake from one nipple to the other again, listening to Graham's rapid breathing and tortured gasps.  The sounds were musical and her desire was peaked.  She turned the violet wand off and rapidly snatched the cord from the wall.  In one quick motion she rocked up onto her knees and lowered her pussy to Graham's face.

    She came the second his tongue touched her clit.  She screamed as her pleasure raced through her body like the current from the violet wand she had just set aside.  Her body tensed and her breathing came in rapid bursts of shallow air.   

    Graham continued to eat her pussy until she came a second time not a minute later.  Her body remained aroused as she slowly climbed off of Graham's face.  She slid down his body and sank onto Graham's hard cock.  His eyes were wide as he gasped in pleasure, feeling the velvety softness of her pussy envelope his cock.  "God!" he gasped in pleasure.

    "Yes?" Collette toyed.

    Collette simply sat there, not moving, feeling Graham wiggle his hips as far as the ropes that bound him would allow.  He whimpered as his need rose.  He tried to force his cock deeper into Collette's wet sex, trying to fuck her, but the ropes held firm.  He was at her mercy for his pleasure and as he looked into her smiling eyes he knew he would have to wait.  

    Collette, still smiling, rose from Graham's cock and quickly slid back down.  "I'm going to fuck you, Graham," Collette said throatily, "let me know if you get close to coming."

    "Yes, mistress," he squeaked.

    Collette began to slowly rise from Graham's cock and just as slowly slide back onto his hardness.  Up and down at a snail's pace Collette rose and fell.  Graham filled her and her pussy seeped with pleasure.  Beneath her Graham groaned with eyes shut and body tense.  She slowly fucked him, riding his bound body with her own pleasure rising.  

    Slowly she inched her pussy higher only to drop back down onto his cock.  Her pleasure climbed and when Graham squeaked, "I'm coming," Collette held herself still and climaxed noisily, shaking in pleasure.  She came loudly, gripping Graham's hands in her own.  With Graham shaking underneath her, Collette climbed free of his cock and quickly masturbated him with her hand.  

    Graham came, spilling his seed onto his bound body.  He gasped with his eyes shut tight as he came.  He sucked in a wet breath of spittle and began to gasp as his body shook in post orgasmic bliss.  "My God," he moaned.

    Collette knelt between Graham's legs, perched on her knees, "you made a mess," she scolded playfully.

    He looked at her and his face contorted in dawning comprehension.  He remembered her from years before and he knew what she meant.  "Yes," he agreed.

    "You know what to do?"  With that sentence, Collette unfastened Graham's wrists, allowing him use of his hands once agin.

    "Yes, mistress," he said.  And he began.  He looked into Collette's eyes and scooped two fingers of his spilled sperm into his mouth.  His face contorted into a mask of disgust.  The thought of eating his sperm as well as the thick taste in his mouth combined to cause his face to wrinkle humorously.  

    Collette laughed at the sight.

    Graham continued to scoop his sperm and suckled the thick fluid from his fingers until his chest and stomach was clean, devoid of any of his spilled sperm.  He smacked his lips with his eyes half shut in a tasteless squint. His tongue scraped over his teeth as he tried to rid his mouth of the thick taste. 

    Still laughing Collette said, "that was great.  Thank you."

    Smacking his lips in disgust Graham said, "you're welcome."  

    Collette continued to laugh until her sides began to ache.  She clutched her ribs and still she laughed.  Her laughed faded to a fit of coughing and finally with Graham looking at her with concern in his eyes, her coughing and laughing lapsed.  "That look was priceless," she said, a giggle threatening to escape her full lips.

    Graham said nothing but seemed relieved that she would be okay. His body relaxed, becoming less tense.

    Collette climbed from between Graham's thighs and lay down next to him.  She exhaled slowly and shut her eyes, feeling the heat of his body next to hers.  She pressed her leg against his, feeling his closeness.  She could smell his strong scent, masculine.  She pressed her head against his shoulder and shut her eyes. 

    And sleep overtook her.

* * * * *

    Kilandra smiled, an evil grin that bared the malice she was feeling.  "She took the bait?"

    "Yes, ma'am," Christine said with a faint nod.  "She has accepted your job offer and will make an attempt on your home within the week."

    "You have spoken to her," Kilandra said.  She was an average woman with dark hair pulled into a tight bun.  She wore a plain blue suit, as nondescript as she herself was.  The look served her well, she was often underestimated and when passed on the street, easily forgotten.  Her eyes, however, were memorable.  They were an aquamarine and were burning with intelligence.  She was not a woman to be trifled and when people underestimated her they typically regretted it.  "When do you expect her?" Kilandra continued.

    "She is a strong woman and confident in her abilities.  She will be here tonight, if I had to guess."

    "I agree," Kilandra said with a nod, "that is what I would do as well.  Double the guards, but hide them.  Let us surprise our guest," she spat the last word.

    "Consider it done."

* * * * *

    Graham let her sleep. He held her in his arms, pulling her to him.  His arms were strong and she fit in them perfectly.  Her body was soft and warm and before the sun had fully appeared above the horizon, Graham was asleep as well.   The two slept, undisturbed by the day.

* * * * *

    "The guards are in place and armed with plastic bullets.  They are under orders not to kill her; that you want her alive."

    Kilandra bit her lower lip, a habit she had acquired in her childhood, an outward sign of any nervousness she was feeling.  "Tell them not to take any chances."  Her voice was strained and thin, sounding almost mechanical.  

    "They have been warned."

    Kilandra looked at Christine and shook her head, "warn them again."  

    Christine cocked her head, "are you okay?"

    Kilandra looked at Christine, wondering if she truly understood the dangerous animal that was coming to her home.  She doubted it.  She knew that Christine was a competent woman and she was happy to have her in her organization, but some truths were best left unsaid.  Was it wise to bring the hunter to you?  Sometimes it was.  But what if the hunter was as dangerous as the woman she had baited; what then?  No, she would keep Christine in the dark, it was safer that way.  Her staff would be more comfortable with their task if fear was not an issue.

    Christine waited patiently for Kilandra to reply.  

    Kilandra sighed, "just tired, that's all.  And today is going to be a long day, spilling into the wee hours of the morning."  She sighed again and looked at the worried look on Christine's face.  Her second in command could be such a mother hen.  "I'm fine.  Just make sure tonight goes without a hitch."

    Christine knew she had been dismissed.  She nodded, said, "yes, ma'am," turned, and left Kilandra's office to once again issue the orders for the evening.  

* * * * *

   Collette awoke slowly.  Graham was sleeping next to her.  She was lying on his left arm and his right arm was gently resting on her right breast.  His hair was disheveled and covering his shut eyes and to Collette he looked so peaceful that she had to smile.  There was a cherubic look on his face and Collette felt an almost motherly pang of love towards him.  She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as she sat up.  She climbed from the bed and gingerly untied Graham's still spread legs.  

    He shifted in his sleep and rolled to his side.

    Collette made her way to the bathroom and took care of the call of nature.  She washed her hands and made her way upstairs to the kitchen.  The clock on the microwave read 3:13 and the sun was blazing outside, illuminating the view outside the kitchen window.  Her stomach grumbled, screaming, "feed me."  

    She opened the refrigerator and pulled out some eggs and quickly scrambled them, mixing in some mild cheddar cheese she found sitting in the crisper.  She popped two pieces of bread into the toaster and with everything cooked she sat down at the dining room table and ate her fill, sating her hunger.

    "Good breakfast?" 

    Collette jumped, startled by the sound.  Her neck pivoted and she looked at Graham.  He stood in the kitchen, naked, his hair disheveled.  She watched as he set a pot of coffee on to brew.  "Yes," she said.  "Very good."

    He smiled at her and crossed to her side.  He ran his fingers tenderly along her cheek before setting his hand on her shoulder.  "I've missed you," he admitted.  His voice was mournful, as if he was reliving the past in the present.  "I'm glad you called."

    She looked into his eyes, seeing the years unfold in them.  She knew she couldn't get close, could not allow herself the luxury of any emotional attachment, not with her chosen profession.  Would becoming emotionally attached diminish the memory of her Harold?  She doubted it, but still, it felt wrong.  Perhaps, when this job was behind her.  Perhaps.  She left it there, "me too," she said simply.

    Graham finished making the coffee and poured a cup for both he and Collette.  She sipped it slowly and Graham sat next to her.  He looked at her with a look of confusion and anticipated regret as he asked, "you will be leaving soon?"

    Collette nodded, "tonight.  I will be leaving tonight."

    Graham said nothing.  He had known her visit into his life was fleeting and he only nodded.  He took a sip of his coffee and then said, "you know you can come here anytime."

    "I know."

    Graham set his cup onto the table and took Collette's free left hand.  He caressed her knuckles with his thumb, "I mean it."

    Collette smiled and said again, "I know."

    "Will you be coming back?"

    No, she thought.  "I don't know," she said.  She didn't want to tell him what she did and that there was the possibility that she wouldn't live through the night.  How would he cope with the knowledge of what she did?  She knew it was best not to tell him.  Whatever she found at Kilandra's home would surely lead to something more than a simple job of breaking into somebody's house, no matter how protected that home was.  

    "Okay," he said.  He sounded dejected and Collette knew that he knew she wasn't coming back.  

    Collette finished her coffee and Graham got up and poured her a second cup.  They sat in silence, sipping their hot coffee, staring into space.  They sat opposite each other, reliving their time together.  Graham didn't want it to end and Collette knew that it was best if it did.   It wouldn't be fair to Graham if he had to worry each day that she wouldn't return to him.  No, she reasoned, flings here and there are good, commitment could only prove disastrous.

    Sitting in silence they finished their breakfasts.  "What time are you leaving?" Graham finally asked, breaking the heavy silence that hung in the air like a shroud. 

    "As soon as the sun sets."

    Graham nodded, "okay."  There was nothing more to say.  She would leave, he knew, and it was doubtful  that she would return.  But, she was here now.  She had returned to him this time and wasn't it possible that if she returned once that she could return again?  He doubted it, would probably be hurt by wishing for her return, but he would hope and pray and maybe his prayers would be answered and once again he would find himself sitting with her and sipping strong coffee.

    There was always that hope.

    "I'll miss you," he said simply.

    Collette finished her coffee and said, "I know."

    The day passed quickly.  Graham catered to Collette's every need.  She asked for a massage and he provided one eagerly.  His hands were strong and easily worked the knots from her muscles.  Before he finished she pushed his head between her naked thighs where he ate her moist pussy to two rapid orgasms.  

    After she came she watched as he masturbated himself to completion and purred when he ate his semen from his open hand.  The day went well and as Graham cooked a light meal of chicken breast with rice and a small salad, Collette showered. 

    Drying off she donned a black jump suit and made her way down stairs to eat with Graham.

    With dinner behind her and the items she had acquired from Carlos once again in her rental car, she made her good-bye's, and finally Collette left Graham's home.