Dangerous Liaisons: Bound To Serve

by Honey Jans

Bridget gasped, overwhelmed by sensation as the steamy water cascaded over her body, and Condor made slow, sweet love to her. His thrusts started slow and then grew faster and deeper. Bridget clung to him in ecstasy; her sex clenching him, welcoming his fierce possession. He seemed to grow bigger and harder as she milked it.

  Contracting, she exploded, waves of orgasm sweeping through her. Condor groaned and thrust high against her cervix, pouring out his tribute. She laid her head on his broad shoulder, savoring the afterglow. His pulse was slowing back to normal and he still held her tight. The tender intimacies of his touch made tears of bliss mist her eyes.

  "This changes nothing,” he whispered into her ear.

  Chapter 7

  Condor lay in bed listening to the early morning sounds of the jungle outside, with Bridget's tempting curves pressed up tight against him. He ran a hand over her lush body, the seductive curve of her hip. He'd memorized her both inside and out last night, and had to admit, at least to himself, that he was hooked. Falling for her charms and breaking code to really take her, was no way to keep perspective on the case, but he wasn't sorry he'd done it either. He'd just have to push her away, get back to business, and remind himself that this was just a job to her. A little walk on the wild side that she'd deny once they were off the island.

  Bridget stirred against him with a sigh, and his cock grew stiff. Her hand reached down to circle him in a warm and confident grip, and her eyes swept open. Catching her soft gaze on him, he frowned, shocked by the passion and surrender he saw in her eyes. So much for keeping her at arm's length. His jaw tightened, even as his cock throbbed in her soft hand, and his heart melted. The tender, possessive feelings he was developing for her could get them both killed.

  She smiled, stroking him. “Good morning, you sexy beast."

  "So I'm a sexy beast, am I?” he said pleased.

  "In my book, yeah."

  He arched against her, letting himself revel in the sensation of her jacking him off, as she made yummy noises. “Want breakfast, do you?” he teased.

  "Yes. I want to taste you again,” she said, locking gazes with him.

  With a growl, he gently pulled her hand from his cock, and rolled her over, to lie on top of her. “A proper submissive waits to be asked,” he whispered in her ear, covering her.

  "Then why don't you ask?” she whispered, kissing his jaw, while her arms encircled his neck. She wriggled against him, spreading her legs to make a space for him.

  Condor stifled a groan as his hard cock nestled against the welcoming heat of her cunt. He pressed her down into the mattress, stilling her movements. The adventurous twinkle in her eyes scared him, almost as much as his need to fuck her so hard she'd never look twice at another man. She was getting off on this role-play, way too much. It was time to reinforce the pecking order, with her wishes being secondary to his. “Bed slaves only touch when given permission,” he said firmly, meeting her wide-eyed gaze with a firm one.

  Her nose wrinkled as she frowned. “Says who?"

  "Says me ... your master.” He watched the frustrated look on her pretty face, as his serious tone sank in. Good, maybe if he could keep her off-balance, they'd both survive this, and accomplish their mission. Still, he couldn't hide his reaction as his hard cock throbbed against her, and he softened his tone. “If you're good, I might let you taste me later.” He rolled off her and got out of bed, in a quick motion, making her gasp.

  "Now, up and kneel on the edge of the bed for your morning paddling, Kitten.” The startled and excited look Bridget gave him was priceless. She was definitely getting off on this.

  She bit her lip. “You don't mean that."

  "Try me,” he said with a smile, knowing that he had about an hour to play with her before he had to be down at the dock. “Move, precious, or I'll take my belt to your saucy ass.” He watched her intrigued look at the threat and stifled a smile. She wondered what it would feel like. Bridget had a delightful wild side. He watched her as she did his bidding, after giving him a mutinous look. She crawled over to the edge of the bed, with a seductive feline grace. Kneeling on the edge of the mattress, she arched her back; her tits pressed against the bedspread; and her tantalizing bottom arched out at him, and blushed. The blush went all the way to her bottom.

  Peering up at him, she asking teasingly, “How's this, Master?"

  "You're a natural born cock tease,” he commented, watching her look of surprise. He smiled, his cock twitching as it grew. Her hot gaze on him kicked his arousal into overdrive.

  "A little teasing is good for you, Master. Makes you loosen up,” she said, biting her lip as she watched him pick up the paddle.

  He stepped behind her, gazing at the tantalizing sight of her blushing from her full breasts pressed against the sheets to her sexy ass thrust out at him. If this were real, he'd be preparing her to take his cock in her tempting tight ass, learning exactly what made her tick. But it wasn't real, and they didn't have time. They'd go their separate ways when the case was solved. Still, he stalled, indulging in her sweet essence, stroking a hand from her shoulder, over her supple back, to her round bottom, knowing he'd never get enough of her.

  He rested the paddle against her ass, making her wait for it, knowing it would make it hotter for her. She let out a sigh, arching back against it, silently begging for it. Her sex was pink and wet, beckoning him to take her, making him want to bury his cock deep inside her, even though he knew there was no way he'd be able to keep her. He was well and truly screwed.

  "Please, sir,” she begged, arching into the paddle.

  "I will please you,” he vowed, bringing back the paddle. He smacked it playfully against her right cheek and she cried out, as she arched her ass up for more. His cock throbbed in reaction. How did a man get over such a sweet surrender?

  He started spanking her with a steady rhythm that set her moaning and made his cock buck wildly as he drank in her needy cries. Her sex was wet, glistening, and fragrant. She was gasping, arching up to meet his smacks. He was temped to throw down the paddle forget about the mission, and spend the day tasting her all over.

  "Spread your legs, Kitten, I want to spank that bad pussy."

  She moaned, and spread her legs apart for him.

  He caught her wet mound with quick flicks of the paddle, catching her stiff clit. She convulsed, coming with a shriek as her cunt pulsed. He groaned, dropping the paddle on the floor, and stepped up behind her. With a growl, he thrust deep into her tight, still rippling pussy, groaning when it tightened around his thrusting member, milking him. She was like a drug to him. Bridget moaned when he pulled back to drive into her, higher and deeper. She shrieked, and ground her ass back against him. He rocked into her, his balls slapping against her mound, holding her tight with his hands on her hips as her knees wobbled and little mewling sounds came out of her throat. As her body tightened, he reached down to tweak her stiff clit and she shrieked, exploding as she came.

  It wasn't enough for him. He pulled it out and rolled her over on the bed to plunge into her from the front. Her gaze was fevered as she welcomed him with a moan, and wrapped her long legs around him, her nails raking his back. He grabbed her wrists, pinning her hands to the mattress, as he rose up on his arms, and deepened the thrusts. He pounded into her until she was sobbing; her orgasms one on top of the next. His balls tightened, drawing tight to his body. He slammed into her once more and came, emptying his tribute tight to her cervix. She shuddered, moaning, coming with him. Looking deep into her eyes, he knew he'd lost his heart. The loner who'd avoided entanglements had been shot down, and he'd fallen for the one woman he couldn't claim.

  "That was some morning paddling,” she said with a twinkle.

  "Glad you approve. Next time I'll try my belt,” he said, with a pleased chuckle at the startled look on her face. It showed how desperate he was to keep her, to string her along. Good, maybe it would keep her from backing away from him.

  "Something wrong?” she asked, looking up at him with a frow
n.

  "No. I was just thinking about things,” he said, not wanting to share his troubled thoughts, or his growing need for her. “Just go with the flow, Star. That's the best way to get through this,” he said, stroking her bottom.

  She sighed; her hand stroking down his back. “Words of wisdom from the master,” she said, smiling at him.

  He arched into her touch like a big cat. This he'd love to wake up to every morning. With a sigh, he pulled out of her, and rolled away, seeing her moue of protest.

  "Time to get up,” he said, getting out of bed. She reached out her hand to take his and the trust that he saw in her eyes, the simple gesture, disturbed him. He didn't want her blind trust and devotion; it was dangerous. He took her hand and tugged her, a bit roughly, out of bed.

  She sighed. “Back to work."

  He frowned at her, had she forgotten the bugs? Her apologetic look eased his stress level a little bit.

  "Of being a love slave,” she added with a defiant grin.

  He closed his eyes, knowing he'd met his match. She was going to push all his buttons and ride roughshod over him. He took her shoulders, and pointed her toward the bathroom. “Right. Go get the shower started for me, love slave."

  Bridget hurried to do his bidding, embarrassed by the slip, and knowing Condor was ogling her bare, blushing ass. She could wake up to one of his sexy morning spankings, and extended, multiple-orgasm orgies every morning. Feeling dazzled, but not wanting to show it, she rushed into the bathroom, and shut the door. She gasped, as the movement rubbed her still sensitized clit. Condor was turning her into a nymphomaniac.

  Catching her breath as she turned on the shower, she stood trembling in front of the sink as she tried to put the mission back into perspective. She couldn't, the personal kept intruding. It seemed disloyal to James, but he was gone and she was alive. Condor was suddenly the only man in her heart. How the hell did that happen? She knew it was just a mission for him, no fair. He hadn't exactly been mooning over her when he'd hauled her ass out of bed just now. There'd been no morning kiss, and she needed one. Not the happiest morning person, she couldn't help being discontented. He might have fucked her last night, and this morning, but he was back on task and so must she be.

  A glimpse at her reflection in the mirror told her she looked sleep rumpled, and disgruntled. She'd never been good at hiding her emotions. Naked and flushed from the multiple orgasms he'd given her, she knew that her growing feelings for him would be transparent for an agent of his expertise. Her gaze went to the slave collar and bracelet Condor had put on her. Funny how she'd almost forgotten about the symbols of Condor's sexual dominance over her. It hadn't escaped her notice that most of the other subs didn't wear them. She was getting used to wearing them; did she even want to go there?

  Stepping closer to the mirror, she took a good look. They were antique gold, and beautifully worked. The star-shaped charm hung down at her collarbone, like a pendant. If one didn't know better, they would mistake it for an expensive piece of jewelry. Her hand went to the clasp, and then she saw Condor in the mirror, behind her. He stood in the doorway, watching her, a speculative gleam in his eye. Damn, she hadn't heard him open it; her skills were slipping.

  "My collar looks good on you, Kitten. It marks you as mine."

  She melted at the words, but frowned back at him. “And what marks you as mine?” she asked, ever feisty.

  He smiled, his cock stirring as he stepped toward her. “How about the fact that you keep me walking around with a permanent hard-on?"

  She frowned at his smooth reply. “I'd like something more concrete,” she said, remembering the matching male slave bracelet at Dangerous Liaisons. If he were really hers, she'd be tempted to tag him. The dark and sultry look in his eyes thrilled her.

  "You don't believe me?” he asked, stalking forward to back her into the shower.

  "W-why, should I?” she stammered, her eyes widening at his approach. It was as if he was wordlessly staking his claim again, in a very real way, and she loved it. The water cascaded over her and she sighed with pleasure.

  "I'll never lie to you, Kitten,” he said.

  Bridget liked the sound of that but she wasn't foolish enough to totally buy it. She noticed his satisfied male expression, and sighed. Backed against the tile wall, her body heated as he looked at her with his body almost, but not quite, touching hers. Her gaze swept from his harsh face to his rousing cock; at least he couldn't hide that from her. He'd promised her a hard day, just how hard would it be?

  "I guess I'll take the semi-permanent hard-on for proof."

  "Excellent,” he said, and handed her the sponge. “Wash me."

  Bridget smiled. Now this she was going to savor. She wet the sea sponge, soaping it with his sandalwood body wash. With a mischievous grin, she started at his broad shoulders scrubbed him down, but stopped just short of his cock. It was bobbing up and down, the blunt, red head rising. Her hands slicked down washboard abs to thick sturdy thighs, avoiding his even sturdier penis. It jumped, growing under her ministrations. Smiling, she sank down on her knees to scrub his feet and work her way up his legs. His cock was bucking by the time she got to it. She looked up at the intense, almost pained expression on his handsome face, and flicked out her tongue to taste him.

  He groaned.

  Licking away a salty bead of his pre-cum, Bridget let out a sigh of pleasure, and opened her mouth. She took the head of his penis inside, swirling her tongue around the head. Sucking, she took him deeper into her mouth, hearing him groan. Funny, she'd never wanted to do this with any other man, but Condor was like no other. His hands cradled her head, as he thrust into her mouth.

  Awash in his passion, feeling a part of him as she sucked his cock, Bridget's arousal peaked once more. Her nipples budded hard and her pussy contracted with every thrust of his cock between her lips.

  "Stop. I'm going to come,” he growled.

  She redoubled her efforts, and his cock jerked inside her mouth as he came in salty spurts. Milking it out of him as she drew on his cock, she wouldn't let him go.

  "Oh love,” Condor murmured.

  Bridget's heart contracted with pleasure. This was a hell of a lot more than just a mission, or a fling. Releasing his cock, she looked up at him. Condor stroked her cheek, and reached down to tug her to her feet. Standing on wobbly legs, Bridget sagged against him, loving the warm feeling of his embrace. He rubbed against her, backing her against the marble shower wall, while his hands slicked over her hot, wet body. His mouth slanted across hers, and she sighed, kissing him back. His hand found her stiff clit, and with a firm press against it, he made her come. Her knees buckled until she was just supported by that maddening hand.

  And then, he broke the kiss, letting her go. She stood trembling in the waterfall of spray. She blinked up at him, tears of surrender in her eyes, but she couldn't make herself say the words.

  Wordlessly, Condor started scrubbing her like nothing had happened. He gently shampooed her hair, like she was a child, or maybe his prized possession. Bridget stood there, rooted to the spot, enjoying the feel of his hands on her body, her scalp. He drew away, rinsing her off. She closed her eyes and let the water cascade over her, rinsing away her tears, her cares.

  Condor snapped off the shower, and gripping her hand, drew her out. Without needing to be told, Bridget took the large bath towel, and started dying off his back. She was a temporary slave girl, that was her job, and the fact that she got to run her hands over his hunky body was a bonus, but she kept those thoughts to herself. He turned, and she gave the same treatment to his front. His cock twitched to life and he let out a groan, pulling away. He wasn't kidding about the permanent hard-on.

  "Enough.” He stepped back and dried her off. “Your things are in the medicine cabinet; you've got ten minutes to get ready and report back to the bedroom.” He spun on his heel and started out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

  Bridget stood there for a moment, stunned, staring at the cl
osed door. He seemed distracted, angry. She'd hoped for another tryst, burned for one actually, but he seemed determined to keep his distance. It was for the best, since they both had jobs to do. He didn't like his body's natural response to her. It interfered with the mission, and she'd have to follow suit. She rushed to get ready, brushing her teeth and drying her hair, the long red tresses tumbling over her shoulders.

  She stepped out of the bathroom to find Condor already dressed, and looking like a man on vacation in his Hawaiian print shirt, cut-offs, and sandals. The cautious look he gave her told her he was back on the job. Feeling naked and vulnerable, she stood there gazing back at him, fighting her instinct to cross her arms over her breasts, and shield them from his hot gaze. There was no point he'd already seen her, everything about her. He tossed her a blue caftan. She gratefully slipped it on just as there was a tap on the door.

  "Go fetch breakfast,” he said.

  Reality was intruding once more. “Yes, sir,” she said a bit snappishly, and saw him smile. He liked her sass. Annoyed, she stalked over to the door. Is it Lola, or another of her ilk? She unlocked the door, realizing how poor the locks were. Opening the door, she found a smiling girl on the doorstep bearing a covered tray. Bridget noticed that the woman was a semi-nude native girl, wearing only a string bikini bottom, and that her feet were bare.

  Tanned, lovely, and young, the girl's amused gaze raked over Bridget. “You're the one."

  "The one?” Bridget asked.

  "Who raised a ruckus last night poolside,” she said, then snickered.

  Bridget blushed. “I take it that's not done."

  "First time ever,” she said, thrusting the tray at her. “Breakfast, sir."

  "Thanks,” Bridget said, taking it. The woman seemed to linger, amused, no doubt waiting for fireworks. She could all but feel Condor behind her scowling. And from the look the native girl flicked at him she clearly expected trouble. Just how infamous was her act? She kicked shut the door, trying to ignore the woman's amusement. Stomach grumbling, as she carried the tray back to Condor, she realized she'd missed dinner last night. She was famished. Condor leaned up against the dresser, watching her, a guarded look on his face.