I stalk around Scout in a slow circle, caressing him all the way, and I find another dagger at the small of his back. I search him thoroughly and leisurely. He inhales sharply as I find a garrote inside the band of his trousers and have to undo the top two buttons of his fly to take it. He moans and closes his eyes when I kneel in front of him to slowly search his legs. I’m clearly not going for efficiency, although I do find the daggers in his boots, but I could have done it in seconds instead I take my sweet time caressing every inch of his long legs.
“Did I miss anything?” I ask in a husky voice looking up at him still kneeling. He looks down at me with a darkness in his eyes all men seem to have in certain situations.
“Yesss,” he hisses.
“Ooh, interesting. Let’s play, then,” I say r
