Dangerous Liaisons: Bound To Serve

by Honey Jans

  Kahn frowned. “Don't pay him any attention. He's had one too many. I'll introduce you to my girl, Candy, later. She'll change your mind about swapping."

  Condor didn't know if he was trying to throw him off the scent or steal Bridget. Either way he wouldn't let him succeed. “I'll look forward to it."

  Chapter 6

  Bridget felt like butter, lying on the massage table as Olga, a woman with a thick Swedish accent and big hands, gave her a rubdown. 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, wincing as Olga attacked her tightly bunched muscles under Lola's eagle eye. The massage area was directly across from the woman's office, and Lola was keeping extra close tabs on her. The perceptive witch probably was 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, looking away from Lola, and 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! At that moment, the woman looked her way and smiled.

  "Hi there, I'm Candy."

  "Nice to meet you, I'm Star,” she said, recalling the alias Condor had sprung on her at the last minute. Another one of his attempts to keep her off balance, she was sure. Lucky for him it hadn't backfired.

  "Is this your first time here, honey?” Candy asked with a chuckle, as she looked into Bridget's wide eyes.

  Bridget licked her lips, embarrassed to be caught staring at the woman's lush, spanked ass. “Yes, it is. How about you?"

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

  "Oh,” Bridget said, wondering what would draw a supposedly intelligent woman to this life over the long term. The sex had to be hot, but didn't she have any ambition, goals?

  Candy let out a laugh. “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?” Bridget asked, thinking she'd heard her wrong. Who in their right mind would provoke that? But then remembering her hot reaction to being turned over Condor's knee last night, she decided that it might be erotic.

  "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 said, then let out a sultry laugh.

  Bridget got her meaning, her face heating up. Overstimulated, and rushing with the adrenaline of battle, 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 perform like a stud, and not 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 said, looking 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."

  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 would 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.” She could hardly wait for the catwalk where they'd be introduced to the sleazy Doms, sensing victory.

  * * * *

  Condor made his way to the stage, erected poolside, that evening. 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. When he got his hands on her he was going to reinforce his ban on her snooping, and then all bets were off. She was his.

  After his beer with Kahn and Wetzel, he'd done some recon and learned that the 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. Her nipples were stiff, rouged. The Retreat catered to all fantasies. He saw that Kahn and Wetzel were down front but chose to keep his distance, for now.

  Taking his attention off his main suspects, he glanced down at the program listing the girl's names. Star was eighteenth on the list with Yvette and Jasmine below her, with a pencil notation saying they hadn't arrived yet. Are they Perez's women? Time would tell. He stopped reading, picturing Bridget in his mind's eye, as he last saw her, creamy from her orgasm, and shooting him dirty looks as she walked out the door. And then she'd gone and defied him, taking down Wetzel. It was a damned lucky thing that she hadn't been 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. “Gentlemen, thank you so much for coming. May I present our new batch of lovelies for your pleasure,” Lola said into a microphone. “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 displaying the red strap marks on her lush ass.

  "Lovely Candy's measurements are thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six. 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 on her pretty face. Given Kahn's taste in women, she was just what he expected. There was a murmur of approval around him as she did her turn on the catwalk.

  He took his gaze off her to surreptitiously pan a look over the audience of eighteen, including himself, 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 was, he couldn't help looking forward to it.

  "Last, but not least, we have Star. From what I've observed she's new and untamed, with an adventurous side. Escorted by her new master, Jason, I'm told that her services will not be shared."

  New master? What the hell had his partner let slip? He watched Bridget walk onto the catwalk her head held high, a slight smile on her bewitching face. The audience erupted into wild applause. Condor took in her stiff nipples, the blush on her glowing face, and growled, not liking the intense male attention she was drawing. The sultry sway of her hips as she walked 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? There was much more to Bridget than first met the eye. He'd learned that last night when he'd disciplined her.

  Bridget spotted Condor, who was frowning at her from the back row, as she stepped off the catwalk. She followed the other slave girls, as they mingled with the men, but she only had eyes for Condor. Making a beeline for h
is table, she let out a shocked gasp when a man, sitting in the front row, poolside, pinched her bare bottom.

  Instinctively, she spun around, bent his arm back judo style, and gave him a shove into the pool, folding chair and all. Gasps and laughs told her she was in trouble, when the man, between splashes, sprayed pool water up at her. In an instant, Condor stepped up beside her, and grabbed her wrist. She winced, knowing how badly she'd screwed up, and gaped at Kahn as he resurfaced, dripping wet. Oh, no. She only hoped it didn't cost them the mission.

  "See what I mean, gentlemen? She craves your taming,” Lola said, stalking up to them. “A word, now,” she insisted, leading 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. She conjured 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 as 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 said, tugging her wrist and drawing her to a chair. He draped her over it. “Grip the seat, ass out."

  She moaned, bending over the chair, all eyes on her, turned on, and embarrassed. They weren't alone, and this was a secret fantasy.

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

  She moaned helplessly, arching up against his touch, the others fading from her awareness. Condor's big hand came down on her ass, and she caught fire, moaning. She opened her eyes to see the fevered look in the men's eyes. Kahn dripping wet, was jacking off, while he watched her get it. She groaned, as she looked at his hard, red cock. His eyes glittered as he leaned back against the bar watching her. Candy was by his side, rubbing his chest. She gave Bridget a smile and a thumb's up. Candy probably thought she'd done it on purpose. Candy knelt down to suck him off. Bridget groaned, as Condor continued spanking her. She gasped, as the spanks got harder, tears misting her eyes.

  "Lick your lips for him in that sexy way of yours,” Condor ordered. “Show him that you're sorry."

  She licked her lips, seeing Kahn's cruel smile. He grunted, his hands tangled in Candy's hair as his hips jerked. 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."

  So he'd made a connection with Kahn, so had she, in a sexual, kinky way. Beads of sweat broke out on the man's forehead, as he watched Condor spank her. And then she was lost, moaning, her pussy quivering. Condor reached out to touch her clit with his free hand and she came with a scream. Sagging against the cool metal chair, she rippled with after spasms as Condor caressed her ass, soothing her. Across the courtyard, Kahn came with a bellow.

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

  She nodded.

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

  "Yes, sir,” she said, as she rose to eye level with Kahn. He was by no means done which meant a hot time for Candy tonight. He snapped his finger and Candy rushed up to his side.

  "Yes, Master?"

  "Jason, meet my submissive, Candy.” He palmed her lush breast, pinching the nipple. “Want to swap?"

  Bridget let out an involuntary gasp, even though she'd originally wanted to check him out. She didn't like Condor's friendly Dom-to-Dom smile. 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 along side him, knowing 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 as he marched her across the grounds toward their bungalow. “I'm sorry, but he..."

  "Not another word,” he said, opening the door to their bungalow.

  She tensed when he leaned forward, seemingly to nuzzle her neck.

  "Remember, the place is bugged, so be good, or, so help me, I'll gag you."

  Bridget digested his disturbing news as he pushed her inside. 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, leaning against him. When he broke the kiss, she saw need, regret, and resolve in his eyes. She was in for it, and her butt heated in anticipation as she blushed. She watched him wide-eyed as he walked over to what she'd guessed was a spanking bench. He smiled ruefully and crooked a finger.

  "Come take your punishment, Kitten."

  "But you already spanked me."

  "That was just a warm up, Star."

  Bridget found herself moving forward, both embarrassed and turned on. She was so on edge and the sultry look on his handsome face only added to her discomfiture. She bent over the padded bar, wincing when she saw him pick up a red paddle. It was going to hurt worse than the spanking. Will it make me just as randy? Condor stepped up beside her. His big hand smoothed her hair back, and she bit back a needy sigh. His hands swept caressingly down her shivering back, to cup her outthrust bottom. Her knees wobbled and she sagged against the bench, her sex wet. “Tell me why you are being paddled, Kitten?"

  "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; in a way she had messed up, and almost blown her cover twice. As an agent, she never made mistakes like that.

  "You'll take six strokes, and don't you dare come; you're being punished."

  The paddle smacked down on her bottom and she moaned at the mingled pain and pleasure. He is such a bastard.

  "Good girl."

  He smacked her and she lifted up on her toes moaning.

  "Down,” he said, pushing her back down.

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

  He smacked her harder and she started to come.

  "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 pulled down and moaned with need. It might only be simulated sex for their possible audience, but she welcomed it. He pressed up against her hot bottom, his hard cock rubbing teasingly against her. She creamed and arched against it. Condor fit himself between her trembling thighs pretending to make love to her. Bridget sobbed with pleasure as his hard cock rubbed against her pubes, bumping against her stiff clit. Trembling, she came, exploding as she cried out her passion.

  When he pulled away and zipped up, she still felt strangely unsatisfied. It wasn't about the mission anymore; it was about them. She straightened up, turning her tear-filled eyes on him. His expression was tight; his bulge unmistakable, yet he wouldn't give it to her. How did a sub seduce her Dom? Maybe she shou
ld ask some of the others for tips.

  He took her hand and dragged her toward the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he spun to look at her.

  Bridget felt Condor's hungry gaze as if he were caressing her. Maybe she was going to get lucky. The thundering shower would make the room hard to bug. Her mouth watered as she watched him wordlessly strip off his clothes. Condor was a man of few words but his actions spoke volumes. He dropped his trousers and she couldn't help staring at his rousing cock. It looked even more impressive than it had felt moments ago.

  "I don't like an audience,” he said, backing her into the shower.

  Taking in the fierce look in his eyes, she wondered if she was ready for this. Hell, yeah. He stalked toward her.

  Growling, he bent to kiss her.

  Bridget moaned as his hard mouth claimed hers and their nude bodies rubbed together. Her nipples beaded tighter. She rubbed them against his hair-roughened chest, whimpering at the sparks of pleasure the simple action caused. His big hands cupped the globes of her bottom and squeezed gently. She creamed, her wet sex quivering as she trembled with need in his arms.

  He lifted her up, and settled her over his erection.

  Bridget sighed with pleasure, wrapping her legs around his hips as his hot, hard cock filled her. Fully impaled, he held her still against him for a moment, his body tight with leashed energy, and she felt like their hearts were beating in tandem. It was both erotic and earth shattering; this was a hell of a lot more than an ordinary mission, but she pushed the thought away. Looking into Condor's passionate dark eyes, she shivered with delight, completely surrendering. His grip on her ass tightened, and she could swear he could read her thoughts as he started to move her up and down his hard shaft. Moaning helplessly at the sweet friction, as his hot shaft rubbed against her G Spot, she held on for the ride of her life; her ripples milking him.

  With a sexy rumble, he backed her against the shower stall's marble wall, under the showerhead, and thrust deeper.