Bound to Serve (Dangerous Liaisons #1)

by Julie Castle

  Chapter Six

  Bridget felt like butter. She was lying on the massage table as Olga, a woman with a thick Swedish accent and big hands, gave her a rub down. She’d been bathed, groomed, and perfumed to within an inch of her life, all the while waiting to be exposed if Wetzel remembered her attacking him. It never happened, and she started to relax. All she had to do was bide her time until she could report to Condor.

  Now she lay limp as a rag doll, and she winced as Olga attacked her tightly bunched muscles under Lola’s eagle eye. The massage area was directly across from her office, and Lola was keeping extra close tabs on her. The perceptive witch was probably afraid she’d bolt. Frankly, as Olga did her work, she barely had the strength to lift her head. And then there was the troubling image of James she thought she’d seen. She really was starting to lose it if she believed in ghosts.

  She turned her head and looked at the dark-haired beauty on the next massage table. Bridget couldn’t help staring at the red stripes crossing the woman’s round bottom. Whip marks! The woman noticed her glance and smiled.

  “Hi there, I’m Candy.”

  Bridget licked her lips, embarrassed to be caught staring at the woman’s lush, spanked ass. “Nice to meet you, I’m Star.”

  “Is this your first time here, honey?” Candy asked, looking into Bridget’s wide eyes.

  “Yes, it is. How about you?”

  “No, honey,” she said with a laugh. “We come here four times a year for him to blow off a little steam.”

  “Oh,” Bridget said.

  That made sense. Even if some of the people who came here were criminals, she was beginning to understand how a place like this could be healthy for normal people. They knew what they were getting into and consented to the arrangement. A few days ago, she’d have assumed the participants only included people who were dumb and had no ambitions, or perhaps the needy and insecure who came here out of fear. But she’d experienced her own flares of desire for Condor to dominate her. The object of her desire was wrong, but the kink itself? Maybe that was okay.

  Candy smiled and shook her head. “You look practically shocked. Hasn’t your master taken a strap to you yet?”

  Bridget bit her lip. Crap. She was blowing it. “Well, we’re kind of new, and…”

  “It took a bit of provoking to make him get out the strap,” Candy cut in with a sinful smile. “He’s been rather lazy of late. I’m afraid that he’s getting as bored with me as I am with him.”

  “Provoking?” Who in their right mind would provoke that? But then remembering her hot reaction to being turned over Condor’s knee last night, she realized she knew the answer.

  “Sure, applying the leather really stokes his fire. He’s got the most incredible oral technique, but I only get it, when I get it,” she smiled.

  Bridget got her meaning, and her face heated up. She was over stimulated and rushing with the adrenaline of battle, and just the thought of Condor going down on her made her sex pulse back to life. When she got out of this, she was going to pick a man who could keep up with this new desire of hers, and she wouldn’t let him out of bed for an entire week. But she had a job to focus on now. “So tell me about your master and this boredom.”

  “It happens to all of us. My contract is almost up. I’ll seek a new, more exciting match.”

  “So he’s rather dull?”

  “Oh, don’t get me wrong. You might like him, actually. Ari’s very rich, older, and stern.” Candy looked her over. “And I know he’d like you. Maybe he’ll swap me for you, and you can try him out. He likes a redhead, occasionally.”

  Ari’s very rich…

  Ari. As in Ari Kahn? Holy crap. If Lola was Kahn’s mistress, she couldn’t believe her luck.

  “And you wouldn’t be jealous?” Bridget asked, feeling her out.

  “No, why should I be? He’s been under a lot of business pressure lately, which makes for some pretty ho hum sex. What’s your man like?”

  She wouldn’t actually sleep with the creep, but being almost swapped could give her a great chance to do a little recon. “His name is Jason. And he’s fantastic. I’ll introduce you after our show.”

  …

  That evening, Condor made his way to the stage erected poolside. It wasn’t the only thing that was erect. Barely leashed arousal cracked in the air as the men awaited the women’s arrival. He wasn’t immune to the charged atmosphere. Thoughts of Bridget had stayed with him all day. The way things were heating up, they needed to train again. Make sure they were comfortable enough with each other that there could be no chance of slipping up in public.

  After his beer with Kahn and Wetzel, he’d done some recon and learned that guests occupying Bungalows One and Two had yet to arrive. He’d bet his bottom dollar that they belonged to Perez and his entourage.

  He took a seat in the back row of the folding chairs and accepted a program from a topless, smiling native girl. The Retreat catered to all fantasies. He saw that Kahn and Wetzel were down front, but he chose to keep his distance for now.

  He glanced down at the program listing the girls’ names. Star was seventeenth on the list, with Simone, Blanca, and Jasmine below her. A pencil notation said those other girls hadn’t arrived yet. Were they Perez’s women? Time would tell.

  He stopped reading and pictured Bridget in his mind’s eye. The time when he’d last seen her, rosy from her orgasm and shooting him dirty looks on her way out the door. And then she’d gone and defied him and took down Wetzel. It was a damned lucky thing that she wasn’t caught. He’d need to take her to task for that. He didn’t need a slip that could endanger her or potentially blow their cover.

  Lola walked out on stage, resplendent in a blue sarong, and spoke into a microphone. “Gentlemen, thank you so much for coming. Allow me to present our new batch of lovelies for your pleasure. First, Candy.”

  Condor went on alert as Kahn’s woman walked out on the stage. The brunette with a lush figure and a knowing smile did a turn that displayed the red strap marks on her lush ass.

  “Lovely Candy’s measurements are 36-24-36. She is experienced and escorted here by her master, Ari Kahn. As you can see by her punishment stripes, she’s adaptable to the strap. Her master is willing to entertain offers for swap.”

  Condor took in the brunette with large enhanced breasts and a bored expression. Given Kahn’s taste in women, she was just what he expected. There was a murmur of approval around him.

  He took his gaze off her to surreptitiously pan a look over the audience of seventeen, including him, confirming his conclusion that Perez wasn’t among their number. It meant an evening alone inside their love nest with Bridget. It was a tantalizing prospect and, as wary as he felt, he couldn’t help looking forward to it.

  “Last, but not least, we have Star. From what I’ve observed, she’s new, untamed, and has an adventurous side. Look but don’t touch, gentlemen. She’s escorted by her new master, Jason, and I’m told that her services will not be shared.”

  New master? What the hell had his partner let slip?

  Bridget walked onto the catwalk, her head held high and a slight smile on her bewitching face. The audience erupted into wild applause. Condor took in the blush on her glowing face. The sultry sway of her hips mesmerized him. Even though she was embarrassed, the minx was getting off on her debut at exhibitionism.

  He hadn’t counted on that, or the other men’s avid interest in her. It sure as hell didn’t fit in his game plan to have to fend off other Doms with roving eyes. It was his shortsighted fault. How could he have thought a vision like her could fly under the wire?

  …

  As Bridget stepped off the catwalk, she spotted Condor, who was frowning at her from the back row. She followed the other slave girls as they mingled with the men, but she only had eyes for Condor. She made a beeline for his table—

  And let out a shocked gasp when a man sitting in the front row pinched her bare bottom.

  Instinctively, she spun around in a kn
ee jerk reaction. Even though she tried to pull her punch, she connected with the man and heard him let out an oof before he hit the pool. Oh, shit. She turned to see Kahn bobbing in the water.

  Gasps and laughs told her she was in trouble. Condor stepped up beside her and grabbed her wrist. She winced, knowing how badly she’d screwed up, how she might have cost them the mission.

  “See what I mean, gentlemen?” Lola said. “She craves your taming.” She stalked up to Bridget and Condor. “A word. Now.” She led them to the edge of the crowd.

  Bridget cursed her rash actions as Condor tugged her behind him.

  “If you’ll send the cleaning bill to me,” he said.

  “Not good enough.” Lola stopped and turned to glare at her. “She’s undisciplined and could injure a member. You’ll have to leave.”

  “I’m sorry, ma’am,” Bridget said, meaning it. She was sorry she’d gotten them busted. So much so that it wasn’t hard to conjure up tears as Lola looked at her.

  “Fine. I’ll give you one more chance, but not for you, but because I don’t want to shortchange your master.” She looked at Ari, his movements stiff when he climbed out of the pool, his hot gaze on Bridget. “I think a public spanking would mollify Mr. Kahn.”

  Bridget saw the woman’s pleased expression. She was damned if she’d give her the satisfaction of balking. “As you wish.”

  “Come.” Condor tugged her wrist and drew her to a chair. He draped her over it. “Grip the seat, ass out.”

  She closed her eyes and bent over the chair, all eyes on her. She was embarrassed…but turned on. As much as she hated her body for betraying what she knew was good for her, her arousal would help with their cover. For this to work, she had to submit to what her body wanted. To what he wanted.

  “You deserve a spanking, Star,” he said, rubbing her ass tenderly. “Are you ready to take your punishment?”

  She moaned helplessly and arched up against his touch. The others faded from her awareness. Condor’s big hand came down on her ass, and she caught fire and moaned.

  She opened her eyes to see the fevered look in the men’s eyes. Kahn, dripping wet, leaned back against the bar and watched her. Candy was by his side, rubbing his chest. She gave Bridget a smile and a thumbs up. She probably thought she’d done it on purpose, that she’d wanted to be punished all along. Nothing could be further from the truth.

  But Condor delivered another hard spanking, and she couldn’t deny that though she hadn’t planned this, she wanted it. Needed it.

  “Lick your lips in that sexy way of yours,” Condor ordered. “Show Kahn that you’re sorry.”

  She licked her lips, seeing Kahn’s cruel smile at the act of contrition. Candy had reached down and taken Kahn into her hand, and Kahn grunted and tangled his hand in Candy’s hair. Condor laid into her harder, making her cry out. She arched into the stinging spanks he rained over her hot bottom. Then he let up, and she whimpered in protest.

  “What do you want, Star?”

  “To come. Please spank me some more.”

  “In front of my friend?”

  “Yes.”

  His friend! So he’d made a connection with Kahn, and he hadn’t told her. No big surprise given the big bad spy he was.

  “Tell me you want it,” Condor said.

  “I want it.”

  “Tell me you need it.”

  She swallowed. “I need it.”

  He put his hand against her again.

  And then she was lost, moaning, her sex quivering. Condor reached out to touch her clit with his free hand, and she came with a scream. She sagged against the cool metal chair, and she rippled with aftershocks as Condor caressed her ass and soothed her.

  Across the courtyard, Kahn came with a bellow.

  “That was hot as hell,” he said as he zipped up. He wandered over to touch Bridget’s ass. “He gave you quite a spanking, didn’t he girl?”

  She nodded.

  Condor gently fisted her hair and raised her up. “Answer him, Star,” Condor ordered.

  “Yes, sir.” She rose up to look at Kahn eye to eye.

  He was by no means done, which meant a hot time for Candy tonight. He snapped his fingers, and Candy rushed up to his side.

  “Yes, Master?” Candy said.

  “Jason, meet my submissive, Candy.” He palmed her lush breast and pinched the flesh. “Perhaps you’d like to…?”

  Bridget let out an involuntary gasp. Even though she’d originally wanted to check Kahn out, she didn’t like Condor’s friendly Dom-to-Dom smile. She and Condor had both gone so far to maintain the illusion of their dom-sub relationship. For them both to blend in. What else would Condor do if it was necessary for them to maintain their cover?

  The quick look Condor shot her way was pure heat and masterful. She bit her lip.

  “I’ll consider it, but I’m not through with her tonight.” Condor grabbed Bridget’s wrist. “See you tomorrow,” he said, tugging her away.

  Bridget trotted alongside him. She’d screwed up badly. Did he know about her attack on Wetzel? She had to walk fast to keep up with his long stride when he marched her across the grounds toward their bungalow. “I’m sorry, but he—”

  “Not another word.” He opened the door to their bungalow.

  She tensed when he leaned forward and nuzzled her neck.

  “The place is bugged,” he whispered. “So be good, or so help me, I’ll gag you.”

  Bridget digested his disturbing news as he pushed her inside. She was here for a job. They both were.

  She could do this. She had to do this.

  God help her, she wanted to do this.

  She brushed up against his hot body, still on fire despite the knowledge that they were being watched. When Condor’s lips brushed hotly over hers, she sighed with pleasure and leaned against him. He broke the kiss, and she saw need, regret, and resolve in his eyes. She was in for it, and she tightened in anticipation even as she blushed.

  He walked over to what she guessed was a spanking bench. He smiled ruefully and crooked a finger.

  “Come take your punishment, sugar.”

  “But you already spanked me.”

  “That was just a warm up, Star.”

  She found herself moving forward, both embarrassed and aroused. She was so on edge, and the sultry look on his handsome face only added to her discomfiture. She bent over the padded bar and winced when she saw him pick up a red paddle. It was going to hurt worse than the spanking. And if she had begun to guess at how her body would respond, the pain would make her molten.

  His big hand smoothed her hair back, and she bit back a needy sigh. His hands caressed down her shivering back and cupped her outthrust bottom. Her knees wobbled, and she sagged against the bench, her sex wet. “Tell me, why are you being paddled, sugar?”

  “Because you’re too mean to fuck me,” she snapped.

  His warm laugh made her even more furious. “You haven’t earned that pleasure yet. You were very disobedient today.”

  She sniffed, crushed by the crisply spoken rebuke, her emotions on edge even though it was play. It was true. She had messed up and almost blown her cover twice. As an agent, she never made mistakes like that. But the situation, her body’s reaction to him, it all had her making silly mistakes.

  That wouldn’t do.

  In field training, they taught agents a technique to keep themselves from being overwhelmed by fear. Accept it. Embrace it. Fighting the fear only prevented the inevitable, like trying to hold back a tsunami. But if you stopped fighting? The fear would wash over you, like a tide. Overwhelming. Drowning. But then it would recede. And finally you could breathe again.

  She’d have to take a chance that her desire would work the same way.

  “You’ll take six strokes,” Condor said. “And don’t you dare come. If you do before I give you permission, you’ll be punished.”

  The paddle smacked down on her bottom, and she moaned at the mingled pain and pleasure. He was such a bas
tard.

  “Good girl.”

  He smacked her, and she moaned and lifted up on her toes.

  “Down,” he said.

  She sagged against the leather-padded bench, and she moaned as he swung the paddle again. She couldn’t take three more spanks without coming, but she had to try.

  He smacked her harder, and she almost exploded.

  “No.”

  She managed to pull it back.

  “Five.”

  The paddle smacked her left cheek, her ass and sex on fire.

  “Six.”

  The paddle smacked her right cheek, and she let out a helpless whimper, on the edge of orgasm.

  She heard the loud rasp of his zipper being jerked down, and she groaned with need. It might only be simulated sex for their possible audience, but she was desperate to have him inside her. She was done fighting it. She wanted him inside her. And the sooner she experienced it, the sooner that desire could recede.

  From the way he pressed against her, maybe he felt the same way. Earlier, he’d given her an orgasm but refused to let her return the favor. Even though she’d seen how hard he was. He had his own barely contained desire. She’d be glad to help him be free of it.

  She pressed herself into him as he pushed against her hot bottom, and teased his hard cock against her. She cried out and arched against it. He fit himself between her trembling thighs and rubbed the top of his cock along her labia. To anyone watching, it would appear that he was inside her.

  She sobbed with pleasure as his shaft rubbed against her stiff clit. Within seconds, she was trembling, and she came, exploded. When she came back down, she felt his hardness still against her. It wasn’t fair that he gave her everything and took nothing in return.

  When he pulled away and zipped up, she still felt strangely unsatisfied. Just what would it take to push him over the edge? She straightened up and turned her tight glare on him. His expression was tight, his bulge unmistakable, yet he wouldn’t give it to her.

  How did a sub seduce her Dom?

  …