You tried to breathe regularly as you fidgeted in your seat, but it was getting exceedingly difficult. The dress you wore had a tight corset that squished your chest so hard, you thought it must’ve been used at some point in history as a method of torture. Going over the rules of proper lady etiquette in your head, you attempted to stop squirming and fix your posture, a feat that was rather difficult given that all you wanted was to curl over and gasp for air.
As the carriage bounced along the dirt road, the man next to you wrapped an arm around your shoulder and placed a soft kiss to your temple. That man was no other than Jacob Frye. Master Assassin, leader of the Rooks, and cheeky bastard to boot.
“Try to relax, love. You won’t be in that thing long. Not if I have a say, at least.” He smirked against your hair.
Gently elbowing him in the ribs, you blushed as you looked out the carriage window.
“Just focus on what you need to do, Jacob.”
“I am, love. Very much so,” he said smugly as he dramatically eyed you up and down.
You gave an exaggerated sigh as you rolled your eyes at him. This was not the time for playful banter; there were too many things that could go wrong.
You and Jacob were on your way to a ball on the outskirts of London. The ball was being hosted at the manor of a prominent Member of Parliament who also happened to have connections with the Templars. The mission was to retrieve some letters regarding a possible discovery of a Piece of Eden. However, the documents you were searching for were located in a basement office of the manor. In other words, there was no way to climb in, get the documents, and get out. Luckily, you managed to make some acquaintances with some higher class ladies over the course of your Assassin career and you managed to get yourself an invitation to the ball. Jacob, of course, was your escort. However, going to the ball as a guest was risky. The only weapon you could sneak in was your hidden blade, which was kept neatly underneath the heavy sleeves of your dress. Jacob had his blade as well under his suit. The plan was to enter the ball, slip away from the party, and find the hidden office with the documents you were looking for. Sounded easy enough, except you knew that subtlety was not Jacob’s forte.
“Please, Jacob. Promise me you will at least try to go undetected?”
“Of course, love. You have my word.”
You took a deep breath as the carriage stopped in front of the manor courtyard. The steward was waiting at the door to check the invitations. Jacob opened the door and handed the envelope to the steward.
“Ms. null null,” he presented proudly in a very gentleman-like manner as you stepped out of the carriage. Holding onto his hand a little too tight as you tried to keep your balance in the ridiculously heavy dress.
“Please proceed. Sir, Madam.”
The steward bowed slightly as he gestured towards the entrance to the Manor. Slipping your arm in Jacob’s you walked down the courtyard where various gentry and nobility were scattered about in meaningless conversation. You tried to look as normal as possible as you got some looks from several of the other guests. It was quite obvious you did not attend these balls regularly as they did, but you kept your head held high and your eyes straight forward.
If this had been any other ball, you could have easily gotten an invitation under Jacob’s name. After all, he was technically a member of the gentry after being knighted and all. But this was hosted by a templar associate, and the politician was sure to know of the name ‘Frye’.
Once you walked inside the manor, you tried your best to not look around in wonder. There were huge paintings and portraits handing on the walls in frames that looked like gold, large chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and extravagantly dressed people everywhere. So much unlike the environment you were used to.
As if sensing your insecurity, Jacob gently squeezed your hand.
“Relax love, you’ll be fine.”
You smiled and took a breath as you nodded before he leaned in to whisper in your ear.
“It’s probably better if we split up now. Be careful,” he whispered before kissing your cheek and walking off.
“You too,” you whispered back as you began walking around the ballroom absentmindedly. You were trying desperately to blend in but you were so nervous of blowing your cover. And now that Jacob had left, you were on your own.
Deciding to walk over to the punch table, you were suddenly tapped on the shoulder. Turning around briskly, you found yourself face to face with a very well dressed man. You immediately recognized him as the Parliament member who was hosting the ball. He was a younger man, you would put him in his early thirties and he wasn’t unpleasing to look at. Nothing compared to Jacob, of course. His blonde hair was perfectly slicked back and tied in a low pony tail and his eyes were a piercing blue. His clothing and overall appearance reeked of elegance, grace, and propriety. Completely the opposite of Jacob.
“Pardon me, Miss, but I don’t think we’ve properly met,” he said, slowly taking your hand in his to place a light kiss to the top of it.
“I am Lord William Drummond, the owner of this estate at the host of this ball,” he said proudly.
Swallowing deeply and trying to remember proper etiquette, you slowly curtsied before him, desperately trying to not fall over.
“Greetings, my lord. I am null null.”
“Such a lovely name. Tell me, Miss null, what brings a lady such as yourself here tonight?” he asked with a piercing gaze.
Fuck! Was he onto you already?! This was not good!
“I-I was supposed to attend with the Lady Beckham, but she has since become ill and could not attend,” you tried to say calmly. Damn! You wished Jacob were here. Why couldn’t that smooth talker be around when you needed him! Trying to keep your breathing under control, you tried to give the noble a friendly smile.
“I see. Well, my lady null, would you do me the honor of joining me in the next dance?” he asked as he offered his hand.
You felt your stomach drop. You didn’t want to dance with him, at all. In fact, the man gave you the creeps. But you knew it would be impolite etiquette to refuse, and you didn’t want to arouse any more suspicion than you already did.
“That would be...nice,” you said as you fumbled nervously over your words and reached out your hand to meet his.
Immediately, he placed a hand on your waist and pulled you closer, a little too close for your liking and you timidly placed your hand on his shoulder. Once the music started, he roughly pulled you around the ballroom floor with you barely being able to keep up. His hand on your waist kept getting dangerously lower and you had to bite your tongue to remind yourself to not stick your blade into this bastard’s neck. You held your breath as you waited for this damned dance to be over, but the musicians kept on playing, much to your dread. You felt your patience grow thinner and thinner as he began to pull you around the dance floor more forcefully. Finally, after another agonizing few minutes, the dance was over and you immediately let go of his hand.
“Please excuse me, my lord. I suddenly feel ill,” you said as you ran off and disappeared into the crowd of people. Making your way through the crowd of overly dressed people, you reached the edge of the ballroom and an empty hallway. Finally allowing yourself to breathe now that you were away from the party, you grabbed your cheap necklace and earrings and threw them on the floor in disgust. Never again were you coming to one of these damn soirees. Once you had become to calm down, you decided it was time to find Jacob now that you were away from the party. You were about to turn around and head down the hallway when a hand suddenly covered your mouth with a firm grip.
You squealed in surprise and panic and were about to raise your blade arm when you heard an icy, yet familiar voice whisper in your ear.
“Were you having fun out there, love?”
A wave of relief washed over you when you heard Jacob’s voice, but his tone still raised some hairs on the back of your neck. Slowly releasing his hand, he turned you around roughly and forced your back against the wall. Before you could ask him what the hell his problem was, you felt his lips slam against yours. For a brief moment, you forgot all about that godforsaken noble and his ridiculous attempts at flirting and focused all on Jacob. His kiss was rough and forceful, but at the same time exhilarating. After a moment, you tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled him closer, kissing him back just as hard before coming back to reality and pulling away.
“Jacob, what are you doing? This isn’t the tim-!”
He didn’t let you finish before he put his mouth over yours again once more. His hands held an iron-like grip on your sides which made you shudder with excitement. You had never seen him act like this before and it somewhat alarmed you, but at the same time you couldn’t get enough of it.
He pulled away from your lips only so he could turn his attention to your neck. You let out a loud gasp when he went right for your sweet spot, kissing and sucking roughly in a way that was sure to leave a mark.
“I’m letting that rich bastard and every other man at that damn ball know who you belong to!” he hissed in between kisses before continuing to devour your neck.
Jacob’s actions, plus the lingering fear of getting caught at any moment, were driving you insane. But you had to keep your head clear; there was still a mission you needed to focus on.
“Jacob’s please, we need to focus and getting what we came for, and it’s hard enough to breathe in this thing as it is,” you whined.
He pulled away but didn’t take his hands off your sides. Looking deep into your eyes and tilting his head to the side he leaned in so that his lips were next to your ear.
“Then I think it’s time we take care of that, hmm?” he whispered before tracing the outside of your ear with his tongue.
Your breathing hitched and your body shuddered as you began to get weak in the knees.
“What do you mean by that?” you asked nervously, although you had a gut feeling you already knew his answer.
He looked down at you with a lust-filled devilish smirk that made you lower stomach drop.
“This,” he hissed as he spun you around again. This time so that your hands were pressed against the wall and your back was to him. You felt your heart rate increase when you felt his fingers glide up and down your spine.
“After all, I can’t have you passing out on me during the mission, now can’t I?” he whispered as you felt his hands on your shoulders.
“What are you doing?” you asked as you felt his hands pull the fabric of your neckline done your shoulders, exposing your collarbone to the air.
“I’m getting this thing off. That’s what you want, right? You’ve been complaining about it all night,” he teased. “Don’t worry love, I’m not going to completely undress you. Just enough,” he whispered sensually.
“But-“ you tried to protest but were silenced when you felt his mouth at the back of your now bare upper back. This was a very bad idea, but you didn’t want to stop. Not at all.
His hands then went on to your sleeves and slowly pulled your arms out of them, leaving only your hidden blade gauntlet covering your forearms. The only thing covering your chest now was that godforsaken corset that was still restricting your breathing. Oh no. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized what he was about to do.
“Jacob...” you warned.
“Shh...don’t move, love,” he whispered.
You heard the telltale sound of his hidden blade unsheathing followed by the sound of fabric being torn. Within a split second, your lungs filled up full of air and you let out a gasp of relief. You took several deep breaths before you felt Jacob’s hands roaming your now bare back.
“There you go, that feels better, doesn’t it?” he whispered against your skin before pulling the torn garment off completely. Exposing your entire breasts to the night air.
Jacob gripped your arms and spun you around, so you had no chance at covering yourself. Your entire face was as red as a tomato. Looking you up and down, he licked his lips and moved his hands up and down your arms before moving up to caress your collarbone.
“This is the most beautiful you've looked all night,” he whispered huskily in her ear.
Your face flushed and your breathing hitched as you felt your nipples get hard in the draft air.
Your heart was racing like crazy. Here you were, in enemy territory, in a crowded party, half naked, your top half completely exposed. You were dancing with death as you spoke, and it was making your libido bounce off the walls. You could feel the tightness pooling in your lower regions as his hands worked their way down from your collarbone to your breasts. You bit your lip to hold back a moan as he gently squeezed them.
“Jacob...what if we get caught?” you whined as he ghosted his fingers over your nipples. This was getting unbearable.
He only smirked and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.
“Then they will know that you are mine,” he whispered before going back to devouring your neck.
This time you couldn't help yourself. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. His hands were roaming your chest and back and your skin shuddered pleasantly underneath his touch.
This was insane! You should by all means be terrified right now! But at this moment, all you wanted was for Jacob to have his way with you, right here and right now.
“Do you want me to stop?” you heard him whisper against your neck.
You know you should, you know you should say yes and then get back to the mission. But you can't, your body won't allow it.
“No, please don't,” you quietly begged.
He gave a small hum of contentment before moving his mouth from your neck down to your collarbone.
“That's my girl.”
You felt the gentle, open mouth kisses on your skin and they were driving you absolutely crazy. Not because you were afraid. The fear had since passed. But now you wanted more.
As if Jacob could sense your urgency, he lowered himself to kiss the area around your nipples, completely ignoring the most sensitive spot in the center. Cheeky bastard! He was teasing the hell out of you and he knew it! You lightly pulled on his hair, hoping he would get the message but to your annoyance, he continued on with his torture.
“Damn bastard, just get on with it already!” you hissed.
“Now now, null. If you are too loud, they'll find us.”
“Like I bloody care!” you growled, pulling his hair a little harder.
Suddenly, he stopped everything he was doing and stood straight up in front of you. You looked at him with a shocked and confused look on your face. Had you done something wrong? Why did he stop? Slowly and not breaking eye contact with you, he lifted his hand near your face and held out two fingers.
“Open your mouth.”
It was but a whisper, but it was definitely an order. An order you were more than willing to obey. You opened your mouth slowly and greeted them feverishly with your tongue when they entered your all too-willing orifice. Your tongue swirled and your lips sucked as you teased him. A small piece of revenge for the torment he put you through moments ago. You sucked them harder when you felt his other hand at your breast and you almost gasped when you felt him lightly pinch your nipple. The tightness in your nether regions was getting uncomfortable as you pleaded with him with your eyes.
“Good girl,” he whispered as he slowly removed his fingers from your mouth.
For a moment you wondered what he was going to do next when suddenly you felt his hand slip down your skirt and into your soaked panties.
“My, my, null, maybe I didn't need you to wet my fingers.”
He looked you square in the eyes before shoving both of his wet fingers into your drenched core. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, but almost immediately that gasp turned into a moan of sheer pleasure as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you.
“Oh my god, Jacob!” you cried as you grabbed onto his shoulders for support.
But the bastard didn't stop there. Lowering his head again, he roughly began kissing and sucking one of your nipples while continuing to pump his fingers. You had to bit your lip to keep yourself from screaming out loud. Your fingers went to his hair and gripped it tightly, pulling him as close as he could get. At this rate, you would not last long at all. Suddenly, Jacob's free hand went to cover your mouth in an iron-like, but not uncomfortable grip. At first you were confused but soon found out why.
Jacob moved his fingers the perfect way and began consistently hitting your g-spot while his thumb rubbed your clit. You screamed against his hand at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure as you feel that glass inside your lower stomach about to shatter. Your breathing began to go ragged and uncontrollable as you yanked on his hair and pulled him against you. You were close...so close. Finally, he looked up at you with those hazel, lust-filled eyes, and your body lost it. You screamed into his hand as your folds convulsed around his fingers but he didn't stop. He kept on his torturous treatment of pumping, kissing, and rubbing until he was sure he felt the last pulse from your dripping core.
When he finally stopped it took you a few moments to catch your breath; you weren't sure if you could stand correctly and held on to his shoulders for support. Your knees felt like they would give out on you at any moment. After he had stood up straight he gently wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him, soothingly rubbing your back.
“You alright?” he whispered gently.
Was he kidding? That was probably one of the best orgasms you ever had.
“I think...if you do that every time you get jealous, maybe I should dance with rich pricks more often,” you laughed breathily.
He gave a dark chuckle before kissing your cheek and helping you back into the sleeves of your dress. The ripped corset or at least what was left of it, was placed behind a curtain.
“We best get looking for those documents. I can't go back to the party now. A lady at a ball without a corset will surely attract the attention of men. But then again, maybe I wouldn't mind,” you teased before kissing his nose.
“Don't push your luck. We still have yet to finish this once we are done here,” he smirked as he led you down the abandoned hallway.
You clenched your thighs together and smiled widely. Already anxiously anticipating what was waiting in Round Two.