Cause and effect

As her husband Reginald snored with his hand clutching his weapon in his purple and white underpants, Agent Pink jumped from her sleep, covered in sweat. Her nightie revealing the darkeed depressed nipple of her left breast. Her heart raced as she suspected that he had found her. A shiver ran down her spine.

"What do you want from me Shadow?" she asked softly

A chill walked up her body from her toes to her head as she could swear that she heard a response.

"You."

Her hand clutched the Glock 43 X service pistol that was hidden beneath the pillow. Its plastic back stop bruised her palm as her knuckles turned white as his hand closed over her trigger finger. He had moved silently and swiftly. Darn! Too much wine the night before had made her slow.

The Shadow laughed.

"You tried to kill me once Serah. I won't let you tempt me to death this time. To tantalise and to know your mind is the power that I seek Serah, not your puny body. Yes, that will fall beneath me one day with the sounds of your passion drowning out the waves of my secret hideaway, but for now if we unite, we could conquer the world. Power and money would be our tools to make the rich grovel at our feet. If and only if you crave what I have to offer," he muttered.

"What about my husband?" Serah asked.

"What about him? Let him sleep. I slipped something in your wine earlier. We are safe for now," the shadow replied.

"I can't," Serah said as her full, chocolate, Munroe lips trembled.

"You and I are not much different Serah, for you it is duty. But deep down I know you would want to feel the surge of power through your veins and sinew of your body. To have the leader's quake in fear the moment your name is whispered in the dark alley ways of power," the Shadow replied his voice dripping with allure.

He was intriguing and even intoxicating. Or was that the wine talking? She wasn't so sure. Serah tried to conceal her now pouting left nipple.

"Fudge he so arousing," Serah thought as she closed her eyes to try and blot him out. Two seconds later only the scent of his cologne remained.

Agent Pink looked at her husband beside her on the king-sized bed curled up in a fetal position with his snores whistling as he dreamed. Sleep eluded her though as she lay wide awake pondering how and why one of the countries deadliest assassins had penetrated her more deeply than her husband of twenty-four years had. The Shadow had caused her thoughts to be tugging at her oath to King and country.

Agent Serah Pink had just fought off the intruder to her townhouse and been tempted to attack his body in more intimate ways. She breathed a sigh of relief that it was over.

"No, Agent Pink you won't not be getting away that easy...muah...muah…muah."

His laughter faded in the distance. Before she could react, the darkness swallowed her. When she awoke, he saw his face looming over her and she couldn't move. She wasn't in her room anymore as her eyes became adjusted to the darkness, she realised she was in the back of a vehicle. His lips were inches away from hers and curved in a sardonic grin. She did what he least expected. She leaned in brushed her lips against his and tenderly nibbled on the outer corners. He reared back in panic with a question in his eyes. His eyes narrowed but he did not speak to her instead he moved away and locked the door of the van.

The Victoria secret matching outfit was the only thing that clung to Agent Serah Pink as she watched the tall, dark shadowy figure disappear. He may have thought he had won this round but she knew that as soon as the poison from the lipstick that she had been wearing invaded his blood stream within the next 2 hours, she would be on a jet with a glass of champagne in hand, munching seductively on the finest Belgian chocolates.

"Hell, hath no fury," Serah whispered.

"How could this happen to me?" Serah thought as she tried to twist out of the restraints. "Twenty-five years as an agent and I have never been captured. Reginald, it is your damn fault. If I wasn't so angry at you, I would have noticed the white van."

Serah was still in shock a partially humiliated. Replaying the incident in her mind. She could see his eyes as he looked through the mask and even though she tried reading the Shadow's mind. But all she could see was the kiss and his lips were just waiting, begging and then Serah leaned forward. Anything that he might have said was muted by her stained lips. His perfect white teeth could be glimpsed through the lips she had kissed a few weeks ago. By now he would be feeling the heat coursing through his body. The kiss must have caught him by surprise. She couldn't have him digging into her background and unearth secrets that he could use to blackmail her or make her do his bidding. She must protect her identity at all costs.

It was 3:15 a.m. and the dogs barked and howled along the street almost as they were reflecting Agent Pink's deep distress. Then she looked down at her wrists, there was a slight ease in tension. If she wriggled a little bit more, she gritted her teeth and ignored the sharp stings of pain that ran up her arm. She gave a small yell of triumph when her wrists were freed. She kicked at the door until she heard the latch strain. Grateful for her years of training, she strategically kicked again until the door flew open. She hurriedly went back to the house. As soon as she got inside, she reached for the phone so that she could report the incident to her supervisors and get the van removed. Her lips curved in a smile, the fact that the Shadow had slipped away was only a small set back, she would get him the next time.

Meanwhile a few miles away…

The tall figure of a man wearing a black skin-tight suit and mask slumped in the front seat of the white panel van. For years he, had watched Agent Pink, but he was puzzled by the tenderness of her kiss. The Shadow's knees felt weak and wobbly. The heat had gone to the centre of his being. The sight of his arch nemesis restrained and in her under garments was affecting the Shadow in a strange way.

It felt as if a sudden allergy attack had blocked his nose and was slowly crushing his airways. He left the van and started walking as far away as he could from Agent Pink's house. He knew that he could not be caught near a tied-up woman and hope to plead his innocence. He made it to two streets away from the van before his chest felt as if it was on fire. His knees failed him and the man of many secrets collapsed like a sack of potatoes.

The cold hands of death slowly caressed his legs as the Shadow's life left his body in inches. His pink-tipped October throbbed three times as it too gave in to the poisonous kiss. The last rational thought he had was that somehow Agent Pink had gotten to him. His body was weak but he managed to crawl a bit further. He dug out his burner phone and painfully dialled the number of his clean-up crew then 9-1-1. He whispered his location to them before collapsing.

Sirens blaring as the Shadow was rushed to the emergency room. Dr. Roxy Davis plunged the syringe of atropine into the heart of the tall, dark, handsome man on the examining table and prayed that she had not been too late. Her almond-shaped eyes never left the monitors until the beeping heralded his return to the land of the living. It was music to her ears. The Shadow's eyelids fluttered open and he stared at his beautiful, but pale saviour.

A few hours later…

As the morning sun stretched its rays through the curtains of her bedroom Serah stretched languidly, almost like the neighbour's cat when she ventured near the sun deck. The heady scent of the Shadow's cologne, the aftereffects of the wine and her own feelings all mixed to form unwanted lust. She shook her head to clear the fog. Why did he come here? If he knew where she lived, what did he have instore for her in that diabolical mind? She knew he was taunting her, but for what? What game was he playing? By the time the team had arrived the van had been spirited away with no sign that anyone had been there. She was left to fill out reports and struggle with her feelings of confusion.

Two days later after being released from hospital.

He growled below his breath as he leaned against the solid oak door of his townhouse. The image of Serah's body still taunted him, but it was the chess game of having a goody two shoe opening to him mentally and physically that made his heart pound in his chest. He knew she could see the glint in his eyes each time he came close to her and somehow, he knew that he stirred things in her too. The mystery and intrigue were just too much. The fact that she had tried to poison him, but her lips stayed and parted slightly meant everything and anything could erupt between the two diametrically opposed opponents. The Shadow sighed as his lesser parts hardened.

"Shoot, I need a cold shower," he said softly.

As the warm water of the rain head drenched his body. His muscular frame allowed steady beads of water to run over the contours of his chocolate-coloured skin. His shaft with its circumcised head stiffened and throbbed as his brain wanted to give into the lust that his eyes had feasted on. Quickly he turned the spindle to cold and icicles formed on his throbbing appendage. He needed Serah to give him access to the Agency, being physical with her ought to be the last resort. However, he liked the idea of taking her from behind for him to show his dominance, but he longed for the warmth and tender touch of woman lying on her back to welcome him into her most secret passage.

Ten minutes later as he towelled away the remnants of his thoughts of Serah, as he began to think of his next mission. 100,000 doses of astra vaccine were being stored at a mosque along the old harbour main road and those doses could earn an easy twenty million overnight. The go-fast boat was already on standby near the power plant in the bay. The Haitians were paying in small denominations of US money.

"This would be so much easier if the Agent in charge of the Joint Task Force of Border Security just handed over the codes for radar of the Coast Guard, but Serah Pink was being interestingly difficult," he said aloud as he sipped his glass of slightly chilled wine. "If I kill her now, there is no guarantee of being given access if they land in the hands of the politicians. He would be too costly to payoff and then he would want a cut in the action too, shit I must turn her."

His mind was still groggy due to the drugs they had given him at the hospital and he tried not to think about what had happened to him in the shower.

His hand encircled the throbbing cock and he teased its head with his thumb and the suds of the soap. his lips grimaced as he closed his eyes and imagined parting Serah's thighs. He could see the string that barely covered her plumpness, his cock was rigid, and the veins pronounced. Never had he been so sexually teased by a woman. His thumb had rubbed the eye of the shaft and it stiffened even more. The warmth of the water and tight grip of his fist mimicked what he thought she felt like. But he wanted the soft, butter cushion that would just take him in like hot cocoa bread. His body trembled as his short thrusts of his right hand forced him to prop himself on the tiled wall with his left. His tight ass clenched rounded and high with his muscular thighs firm and formed as his small waist started to gyrate into his fist.

His mind transferred him to the bedroom of Agent Pink. Her thighs opened in a receptive manner as he guided his thrusts. He held her gaze and watched her mouth slightly agape as she marvelled at his immense size. She gasped the blue satin nightie with one shoulder off exposing her rising breast and pouting nipple. His hands shifted beneath to cup her ass.

Slowly Serah lifted her leg and placed it on his shoulder giving him the access and space that he needed. Her matted black, fluffy, pubic hair was entwined with his as he drove into her gently at first, but at her urging and goading his movements intensified. She was almost incomprehensible as she begged him to go faster, harder, wet and slippery-like fern gully with his hand planted on her luscious, curved ass, stealth gave way to structured placement. His shaft caressed and stroking the walls of her wet steamy vessel. Serah's hips arched to meet his thrust with immaculate timing.

His lips sucked the soft under flesh of her neck as stars burst behind her eyelids. Serah bucked as she was about to cum, her hands cupped his chocolate-coloured rounded ass pulling him into her. Despite his protests his cock erupted violently squirting three or four times. Their breathing was laboured and they struggled to suck air into their lungs as the Shadow's lips latched onto her exposed nipple. Tender and sweet he licked and sucked until Serah squirted again. The man was a maestro with his mouth and his dangling manhood. His mind had conjured up to the images that was only taunting him.