The Beginning of Connie and Isaac: Blue Butterfly Series (The Blue Butterfly Book 3) by D. H. Sidebottom Page B

Sighing and giving up, I pulled him up by his hair and pushed him back onto the bed. “I want to tie you up and slide my mouth down the length of your big cock.”
    He moaned loudly and moved up the bed until he rested on the headboard. “Go for it, sweetheart.” He smirked as he rested his arms across the wooden spindles behind his head.
    What a twat!
    Yanking the belts from the two complimentary robes hanging on the back of the door, I grinned as I straddled his body and tied each of his wrists to the ornate bedposts, tightening the knots with expertise. I hunted in his suitcase which lay open on the floor, and grabbed a couple of his leather belts and secured his ankles to the bottom. His spread-eagled body made me shiver with anticipation.
    He gasped when slowly I unzipped his trousers and pulled them and his briefs down over his legs, his dick springing free and slapping against his stomach excitedly. I was quietly impressed with his size; it was almost as big as his head. “Hurry up and suck my cock,” he groaned, pulling agitatedly at his ties.
    Tutting with a shake of my head, I slid his tie from his neck and stuffed it into his mouth, binding it harshly behind his head. He grumbled when the material cut into the edge of his lips, my unyielding tether painful. I chuckled and climbed off him.
    He frowned, his rock hard cock still bouncing with his attempts to pull free when I pressed my dress back down and slid the long stiletto blade from my boot. His eyes widened when, very slowly, I ran the edge across my tongue, my heart beat shivering in delight when the taste of my own blood made my mouth water.
    Sighing loudly, I shook my head in disappointment. “Your wife is very upset, Guy.” He stilled instantly, staring at me like I’d told him I had four cocks dangling between my legs. Disgust, shock and alarm danced across his features. It was a shame; he really was good-looking. Such a loss. “It seems you’ve been a naughty boy. Very naughty. Lovely Kimberley has had enough of your infidelities.”
    His head shook rapidly, his eyes wet and pleading as they flicked from the knife casually twisting in my fingers then back up to my face.
    “It seems you’re worth quite a bit to her dead.”
    I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his pathetic whimper. He wasn’t as manly as he made out after all.
    He tried to scramble away from me when I walked back over to him. Lifting his dick slightly with my little finger, I bent and kissed the tip. “Goodbye.” Then I cut it off with one simple, clean swipe.
    His tie drowned out his piercing screams, his tears pouring into his ears. Pulling a small box out of my bag, I took off the lid then placed his severed cock inside and popped the lid back on. Holding it up for him to see, not that he could really see through his dying tears, I grinned. “Little souvenir for her.”
    The blood forcefully pumping from his groin made me grimace. I didn’t envy the cleaners. Oh well, not my problem.
    “Well, take care.” I saluted him then walked away.
    Rogue pulled up at the front of the hotel when I walked out of the glass doors and slid into the passenger seat, “All done, gorgeous?”
    “Yep, let’s go party.” I grinned as I pulled off the blonde wig and shook my black hair back onto my shoulders. “I’ve never been so bored in my whole life.”
    “That bad?” He glanced through his mirrors and pulled out of the carpark.
    “God, the man was a knob.” I chuckled. “Well, actually he’s minus a knob now.”
    Rogue barked out a laugh and shook his head in amusement. “You never did?”
    Patting my bag, I leaned my head back into the headrest and closed my eyes in comfortable appreciation. “A little gift for his wife… widow .”
    “Remind me to never piss you off.” He smirked as he joined the motorway and took us south, home.
    “You could never piss me off. You look after me too much for me to hurt you.”
    He smiled softly when I tilted my head and gazed at