Bound to Serve (Dangerous Liaisons #1)

by Julie Castle

  He seemed to time his thrusts to her breathing, easing off and then going faster, making her shake. Her sex clenched, tightening with pre-orgasm. He left her hanging and lazily licked her outer slit again. She let out a groan of discontent, wanting to kick him. He didn’t give her time to brood about it, instead thrust one, then two fingers into her as he licked her clit with his rough tongue.

  He moistened his little finger on her juices and thrust it into her ass as he drew her clit into his mouth, sucking on it. She came with a wail, spasms tugging his fingers deeper, her legs rubbery, until he was supporting her with his hand and coaxing her through endless after-spasms.

  When it was over, he held her steady to make sure she could stand, then surged with athletic grace to his feet. She looked at him through love-misted eyes, the moonlight picking out all his handsome details. God, she loved him.

  Condor smoothed a hand over her cheek and reached up to undo her restraints in one fluid movement. She came free with a single tug and tumbled helplessly into his arms, trusting him to catch her. She could have gotten away at any time, but she hadn’t wanted to. He picked her up, carried her to a pallet in the back of the cave, and laid her down. She reached for him as he came down on her. He rolled so he was on his back, and he pulled her astride him.

  Lying atop him, breathing in his tantalizing scent, Bridget felt closer to him than she ever had. Condor was still fully dressed, damn it, and she ached to touch him.

  “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she mumbled sleepily against his chest. His sexy rumble of laughter just made her hotter.

  “So what are you going to do about it?” he asked.

  She looked at his twinkling eyes and sat up on him, and he groaned when she rubbed against the raging hard-on inside his pants. “Oops,” she said, wiggling up a little and reaching for the button of his shirt. She stripped him, staring deep into his eyes, wanting to stake her claim, make him realize she was taking him. His heartbreaker’s smile made her breath catch. She tugged open his shirt and then scooted off him to go for his pants, and she almost fell over in her haste.

  He caught her arm. “Easy, love.”

  “Not tonight,” she said, unsnapping his chinos and reaching for his zipper. It went down with a loud rip, making him wince. “Sorry,” she said, easing the fabric over his erection. The pants fell open and she gulped as he sprang out, practically in her face. He was going commando again. She met his hot gaze, licked her lips, and watched him mouth the words, oh, lord.

  Her mouth curved into a wicked grin, and she bent forward to taste him. She flicked her tongue out to sip a bead of cum off his slit, and he let out a hiss like a steam engine. She smiled and swirled her tongue around his cock’s blunt head. He made an indistinct sound of pleasure, so she did it again and felt his body tighten and twitch. Interesting. She opened her mouth and took him in, and her hands fisted his thick shaft. She took him deeper into her throat, and then she pulled back to suck on the head. She could feel his orgasm building—

  And then he let out a roar and came in her mouth.

  She stayed over him and licked him clean—

  A ringing broke through her bliss.

  “Crap. Probably Frost,” Condor groaned.

  She sat back on her haunches to see him lever to a sitting position and rise. He stalked over to a short wave radio and picked up the receiver.

  “Talk,” he bit out.

  “You didn’t make your report. What the hell is going on, Condor?”

  “Frost, you always did have the worst timing.”

  “So you and your partner were…”

  Bridget sucked in a shocked breath. Frost’s call set up red flags, reminding her that what was happening between her and Condor was real and forbidden. She had to keep it a secret. It was the only way to come out of this with her pride intact. As soon as the mission was over, Condor would move on to the next job. Even agreeing to be a partner with her on this job had gone against his code.

  And for the agency? Anything they carried between them beyond the mission would go totally against the rules of conduct.

  Condor covered the receiver and flashed Bridget a tight look. “I’ll tell him to call the takedown for midnight tomorrow. Perez should be here and tucked in bed. In the meantime, why don’t you rustle us up some bubble bath from my backpack? It’s over there in the corner? We can play in the pool.”

  She arched a brow, noting Condor’s skittishness. He seemed afraid of hurting her tender sensibilities. It was precious, all the more coming from him.

  She rose to her feet, loving the way Condor’s hot gaze caressed her naked body “Okay,” she murmured. She really didn’t want to hear this. She headed toward the green pack in the corner and carried it into the moonlight. She delved inside and found a bottle of bubble bath, just as Condor had said. Who’d have thought he’d carry a thing like this.

  She opened the cap and sniffed—jasmine. Perfect. Then she saw another plastic tube and pulled it out. Sex tarts gel, cherry flavored. Oh, my. Would he be willing to take her ass now? Reminded of how temporary this was, she wanted to get every experience she could. If all she’d have is memories, she wanted them to be as intimate as they could get.

  The crunch of his footsteps made her turn and hide the bottle behind her back. He stood in the doorway of the cave, completely nude. She gulped, seeing his manhood stir. She so wanted another piece of that.

  He walked up to her and reached for her hand. “What do you have there?” He gently pulled her arm out from behind her, and his brow quirked with amusement when he saw the gel. “Want me?” he asked tenderly.

  She bit her lip, hating that he made her ask for it, but also loving that he cared about she wanted. She nodded.

  He lifted the chin so she’d look him in the eyes. “Tell me.”

  “I want you,” she snapped back at him, then blushed.

  “Well love, I can be had, but for a price. You’ve been a very bad girl. I think you need a spanking.”

  She trembled with anticipation. “Yes, I’ve been really bad.”

  “I think that will do nicely,” he said, pointing to a large boulder at the edge of the waterfall.

  Now that she was out of his embrace, she shivered and walked to the boulder at the edge of the waterfall, all her senses heightened. She bent over the rock, and her belly chilled when she lay upon it. It was at the perfect height for her punishment and more. Would he take her ass?

  She turned her head to eye him hungrily, and she took in the masterful yet tender look in his dark eyes as he looked back at her. He watched her for a long beat, as if he was savoring the sight, almost as if he couldn’t believe his luck. She could hardly believe that he was such a hunk, but she wasn’t going to question her luck at snagging him. She smiled up at him, feeling like a sultry sex kitten. “How’s this, sir?”

  “Perfect.” He walked up beside her and placed the sex gel on a nearby rock. He caught her looking at it, and he made a tsking sound. “You’ve got to learn to trust me.”

  “I do.” She shuddered as he caressed her back and flipped her hair off her shoulders to give him full access.

  “Good.” His hand stroked down her flanks and cupped her ass.

  She burned with heat despite the waterfall mist. “Yes,” she murmured, tongue-tied.

  “Today, we’re going to work on arousal and trust,” he said, giving her ass a light smack on the right cheek.

  She whimpered in anticipation, knowing how hot the real spanking would make her. She felt his body heat as he stepped closer to her side, putting him in ideal position. She wanted this, but she couldn’t help being apprehensive. Her body shook and her sex quivered, and she needed him so bad to spank her and then fuck her blind with passion.

  “Yes, sir, I do trust you,” she said with a sigh, aching for him to make her come.

  He drew back his hand and quickly gave her left cheek a sharp smack.

  “Oh,” she gasped at the sudden attack. He wasn’t toying with her, not
like usual. She arched her hips back and let out a moan, her bottom heating. It stung, but it felt like foreplay.

  Swat! He smacked her right cheek. She whimpered, moaning as the spank spread heat in its wake. Blows rained down, left, right, left, right, and then up from the bottom, making her yelp. Her ass, her thighs on fire for him, her legs trembling. She was glad of the boulder’s support and lay on it for support. She arched her ass out, wordlessly begging for more. Sometimes the blows were soft, teasing, heating her up while he toyed with her, making her whimper. Each smack made her hotter, arousing her so, until she was squirming on the boulder and in tears.

  “Do you like being spanked?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she confessed as he laid into her harder. “Even though it stings, it arouses me so much, but only with you, Condor.”

  He gave her five more sharp spanks, and then he stopped to rub her hot ass and bent to nibble her nape, and she let out a little satisfied sigh.

  “Love,” he whispered into her ear. “Do you have any idea what that kind of response does to me? Do you know what kind of power that gives me over you, Bridget?”

  “Yes, you’re in control in the bedroom, you own me body and soul,” she admitted, feeling free when she said the words aloud, knowing they were true. “I don’t care. I own a piece of you, too, and what’s more, I know I have power to tempt you.”

  “That you do, love,” he said with a low rumble of rueful laughter. “You tempt me to no end, more than I ever thought possible. I want it all from you, and I’m going to have it—when I decide you’re ready.”

  She arched against him. “Cowboy, I’m ready.”

  He growled. “In that case, let’s lube up that tight little ass.”

  “Oh, yes,” she said with a sigh.

  He reached for the gel. She trembled with anticipation when his finger spread the cool lubricant on her bottom, and his finger slipped into her tight ass to prepare her. This was his favorite kink, and she was curious what it might be like. She bit back a whimper and pressed back against him, fucking his finger, burning to be taken that way.

  “Oh,” she moaned, feeling her walls clench while her anus rippled against his teasing finger. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her body tightened for orgasm, and her sex clamped down along with her ass. She was so close to coming, but he didn’t hurry. Moaning, she knew she couldn’t hold it back, couldn’t control her orgasm. Just as she was starting to come, Condor chuckled and pulled his finger out.

  “Oh, no,” she protested, her orgasm fleeing.

  “You can’t come yet,” he explained, pressing against her anus. “I’m going to take you slowly.”

  He started to enter her bottom. Bridget froze at the contact, feeling stretched beyond belief as he opened her.

  “God, you’re tight,” he groaned. “Do you want me to stop?”

  “Don’t you dare,” she said, trembling on the brink. When he pressed into her deeper, her body spasmed and clamped down on him.

  “This ass is mine.” He eased inside her until he thrust home, and then he rested against her spanked bottom.

  She gasped, her legs wobbling, and she closed her eyes as she adjusted to his invasion. God he was big, but after a moment, it felt good. She sobbed with delight, unable to control her emotions. Her middle draped tighter over the boulder as he lay still and bent over her to kiss her nape and let her get used to him.

  With Condor’s cock buried deep in her in this incredibly intimate fashion, she felt a complete surrender to him. He breathed harsh and fast, as if running a marathon. Then he started to move, levered off her a bit so that his cock buried deep in her ass was their only connection.

  “This is perfect.” His hands slipped around her to cup her breasts. He lifted her a little, easily controlling her boneless body as his fingers pinched and rolled her nipples. Her hips rose to take even more of his cock. She felt besieged, overwhelmed by sensation. He pulled halfway out and surged back into her. She moaned, her ass milking his hard cock, unable to hold back. Orgasmic ripples tore through her, making her cling to him and cry out as she started to come.

  “No,” he said, going still.

  “Oh,” she whimpered as his lack of movement again pushed back her orgasm. She sobbed, needing so bad to come.

  “That’s better.” He surged back into her, his balls slapping against her pubes. “No coming until I give you permission. Five more strokes, and then we come together. Any sooner and you’ll be punished.”

  She moaned her agreement. He started to rock in and out of her faster, stroking hard. She arched her back and reared against him. Her body seemed to melt around him, and her weeping sex dampened her thighs as she clung to him breathlessly, suspended between heaven and Earth.

  “That’s one,” he said. “Now count the strokes of my cock. I want you to come at my command.”

  Five? She couldn’t come on command. It was unheard of. She had a hard enough time coming at all.

  But that wasn’t true anymore, was it? With him, she came easily, and when he thrust back into her, she felt how close she was. She’d come on his command.

  “One,” she said, her ass gripping him.

  “Very good,” he praised.

  She gasped at the sensation as he teased her hard nipples, his cock throbbing inside her ass. God, she needed more. She sucked in a deep breath as he pulled back and held her spasming sex suspended. Then he surged back into her.

  “Two,” she whimpered.

  “Excellent,” he said, lying still inside her as he bent to suck on her neck.

  Bridget wailed as he gave her a hickey, her face flaming, her ass milking at him. It was like something out of high school—only way past that. She gasped when he easily pulled out of her, marveling at his strength, and froze, waiting for it. Instead, he blew in her ear, making her whimper with need.

  “You’ve come a long way, love. Now for the last three strokes, fuck yourself on my cock. Show me that you really want me. I’m yours for the taking.”

  She groaned at the demand, and instantly she pushed back, doing as he asked. She moaned as he filled her, and she took him all the way to the hilt.

  “Three,” she hissed. Her body spasmed with impending orgasm.

  “Slowly.”

  She whimpered at the command but managed to stave off her orgasm for now. Two could play this game. His breath was raspy, his cock throbbing and bucking a little inside her. He needed to come just as badly as she did.

  Without a thought, she reared back at him, making him gasp, and she smiled and cried out, “Four.”

  “No fair,” he growled.

  “All’s fair in love and war,” she said, squeezing her bottom, making them both groan. That was all it took to make her orgasm return. She gasped and pushed away…only to slam back at him.

  “Five,” she shouted, tightening around him, squeezing him with wave after wave, her mind going hazy. He reached down to tweak her clit, and she cried out, coming again, and she felt him come hard in her ass. Her eyes rolled back in her head and the world turned black.

  Moments later, she came to when cold water hit her face, while warmth surrounded her. She opened her eyes to see Condor watching her worriedly while he held her under the spray of the waterfall. “Hi,” she said, still floating on an orgasmic cloud.

  “Are you okay?” he asked grimly.

  She decided to overlook his growl and focus instead on his obvious concern for her. “I’m fine. That was fantastic, let’s do it again.” She rubbed her tits against his hairy chest.

  He rolled his eyes and muttered a swear word. She grinned up at him and barely stifled a smile when his scowl deepened. “What can I say, Condor? You rock my world.”

  “Great,” he said, setting her on her feet in front of the waterfall.

  “Hey,” she sputtered as water cascaded over her head.

  “Cool down while I get the bubble bath,” he ordered, and he turned to go.

  As he let, she ogled the finest male ass she’d ev
er seen. Her body still tingled from his invasion, and she clenched, remembering the dirty, good, bad feeling. All she knew was that she wanted more. She’d just have to try not to swoon next time and worry Condor. A few short days ago, she would have laughed if someone suggested she’d crave anal sex and actually beg a man to fuck her ass.

  But Condor wasn’t a man. He was the one. It seemed right, somehow. When he came back clutching the bottle of jasmine bubble bath in his big hand, her mouth twitched into a grin. She wanted Condor, and she was going to fight for him. The man looked good naked, all chiseled muscles and hot man.

  “What did you bring me?” she asked, looking at the bottle in his big hand.

  “Bubbles.” He took her hand and pulled her into the water with him. Then he stood her under the waterfall, opened the bottle, and poured jasmine bubble bath over her.

  “You take bubble baths?” she asked with a giggle.

  “I bought it for you in the gift shop,” he said with a rueful smile. “Kind of breaks the Delta Star macho code, I suppose.”

  “I’ll never tell,” she replied as he put some in his hands and began swirling the fragrant bubbles over her shoulder, paying extra attention to her hickey and stiff nipples. She melted under his ministrations. “And what about the sex gel?” she teased. “Were you planning to steal me away from the Retreat and have your wicked way with me?”

  “Yup,” he said, bending to kiss her.

  She burned as his hot lips claimed hers, and her tongue came out to meet his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him, her legs trembling, and she stood on tiptoes to ravish his sensual mouth. She was in love, for better or worse, and she was exactly where she wanted to be. Now she just had to get Condor to see the light.

  Chapter Twelve

  Condor woke, knowing instantly that they weren’t alone. Bridget was still sleeping peacefully, her lush curves pressed against his side. A snap in the jungle outside the cave brought him to instant awareness.

  “Where the fuck are they?” a disembodied voice said from the outside the cave.

  He recognized the dulcet tones of Flattop. Lola must have the goon squad out looking for them. Shit. Bridget came to instant alertness next to him, her body going stiff.