by Honey Jans
"Oh my,” she gasped, as he bent down to lap at her clamped nipple. The flick of his hot, rough, wet tongue on her swollen peak, made her pussy gush sweat cream, and she let out a whimper of surrender. Her knees wobbled, and Condor caught her in his strong arms.
"Hang on to me,” he said, and carried her into the clearing.
She saw a looped cord hanging from a tree branch. “You planning to tie me up and gag me after all?” she teased, half-nervous as she looked at the bondage gear.
"Do you trust me?” he asked, looking down at her solemnly.
"With my life,” she said, smiling up at him.
"Good call.” He set her down on her feet under the pulley and lifted one of her hands up in the air, hooking it through the loop. When he reached for the other, he moved slowly, asking again, “Are you sure?"
This wasn't the role-play anymore, she realized, this was them—for real. “Yes,” she said, placing her hand in his. She gasped, her breasts trembling, when he reached up and placed her other hand through the loop. She stood flat-footed but suspended, her breasts thrust out at him, her heart racing. The look Condor swept over her made her crazy with need. He kissed her gently, his hands toying with her breasts, making her whimper as he flicked the nipples, making her sex pulse and cream some more.
"Make all the noise you want, sugar; no one will hear you."
Her breathing was the loudest thing in the air. The isolation was both scary and freeing. They could be themselves, but who was she really? The buttoned-up agent she had been or the sex kitten she'd pretended to be? She looked deep into his hot chocolate gaze, her heart tripping and her body heating, and melted. “Oh, Condor,” she moaned, when he smiled and bent to lave her tortured nip with his hot wet tongue.
He chuckled and took off her clamp.
She let out a cry as the blood rushed back into her swollen nipple. He sucked it deep into his hot mouth, drawing hard and insistent on it. Her toes curled in the sand as she tightened inside. He slowed the pace, alternately soothing, and drawing on her throbbing bud. She whimpered, her knees weakening, and now she knew why he'd tied her up. She couldn't have remained standing. Condor thrust his leg between her open thighs, supporting and teasing her. She helplessly ground her needy pussy against him, out of her head with desire. Flashes of heat swept through her as her pussy fluttered. Then he reached for the other clamp, and she wailed in anticipation.
He chuckled. “I love that sound, Red."
He opened her other clamp, and she gasped, as fire and ice shot through her freed nipple. He bent to suck it into his waiting mouth, drawing hard on it, making her eyes roll back in her head, as she quivered with rhythms of pre-orgasm. Her stiff clit ground against him and she came, her empty pussy contracting as she let out a cry, dry humping his leg.
"Easy, babe,” he said, when the moment passed, easing her off him.
She whimpered in protest when he set her back on her shaking legs. “I don't want it easy. I want it hard,” she demanded. He smiled and knelt at her feet, looping his fingers in the waistband of her thong, and she stopped complaining. He slowly eased the garment down her legs, and she let out a frustrated growl, realizing he was teasing her. His knowing chuckle made her crazy, and she trembled in response. He gently lifted one of her feet, and then the other, to take the garment off and place it on the ground next to him. He smiled up at her in the moonlight, making her quiver as she held her breath in anticipation. He then leaned in and licked the inside of her thigh. She gasped as his tongue swept a path of liquid fire up her trembling naked flesh.
Her sex pulsed, rippling, as she arched out at him wordlessly, begging for more. He let out a long hot breath, stirring her moist curls, and making her whimper. His tongue unerringly flicked out to lick her clit, and she cried out.
"Oh no,” she muttered, feeling completely out of control. She'd never let herself go, ceding control completely like this.
"Oh yes,” he said, licking the damp curves of her sex, sucking on her labia. He swirled up and down, probing her cunt with a thrust of his tongue. She gasped as he fucked her that way, tremulous. He seemed to time his thrusts to her breathing, easing off and then going faster, making a creamy sheen of arousal bathe her thighs. Her pussy spasmed, fluttering with pre-cum. He left her cunt, and lazily licked her outer slit again, staving off her orgasm. She let out a groan of discontent, wanting to kick him. He didn't give her time to brood about it, as he thrust one, then two fingers into her pussy as he laved her clit with his rough tongue. She cried out with pleasure. 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, holding her aloft, as he coaxed 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 picked 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, tumbling 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, carrying 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 pulled her astride him.
Laying 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, making him groan 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, almost falling 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 as she pulled, making him wince. “Sorry,” she said, easing the fabric over his erection. The pants fell open and she gulped as his cock 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 curving into a wicked grin, she bent forward to taste him, flicking her tongue out to sip a bead of cum off his slit. He let out a hiss like a steam engine. She smiled and swirled her tongue around his cock's blunt head, flicking her tongue at the flap of flesh connecting it to the shaft. He made an indistinct sound of pleasure so she did it again, feeling his body tighten and twitch. Interesting. She opened her mouth and took him in, her hands fisting his thick shaft. Taking him deeper into her throat, and then pulling back to suck on the head. She could feel his orgasm building until he came in her mouth, letting out a roar.
She pulled back, licking him clean. A ringing broke through her bliss.
"Crap, Frost,” Condor groaned.
She sat back on her haunches to see him lever to a sitting position and rise. He stalked over to a shortwave radio, and picked up the receiver. “Talk,” he bit out.
"You didn't make your report. What the deuce is going on, Condor?"
"Frost, you always did have the worst timing."
"So you and your partner were..."
Bridget sucked in a shocked breath. This was totally against the rules of conduct and to hear Frost joking about it was startling. Best of all, he sounded amused. Excellent, it meant they could continue their affair back home.
Condor covered the receiver, and flashed Bridget a tight look. “I'll tell him to call the take
down 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, 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. She rose to her feet, loving the way Condor's hot gaze caressed her naked body, and murmured, “Okay.” She really didn't want to hear this. She headed toward the green pack in the corner and carried it into the moonlight. Delving inside, she found a bottle of bubble bath just as Condor had said, and grinned. 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. Her pussy rippled all over again, while her ass puckered. Would he be willing to take her ass now?
The crunch of his footsteps made her turn and hide the bottle behind her back. Condor stood in the doorway of the cave, completely nude. She gulped seeing his cock stir. She so wanted another piece of that.
"What do you have there?” he asked, walking up to her and reaching for her hand. 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. She nodded.
He chucked her under the chin so she'd face him. “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.
Shivering, now that she was out of his embrace, Bridget walked to the boulder at the edge of the waterfall, all her senses heightened. She bent over the rock, her belly chilling when she lay upon it. It was at the perfect height for her punishment, and more. Will he take my ass? She turned her head to eye him hungrily, taking 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 like 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 said, walking up beside her, and placing the sex gel on a nearby rock. He watched her looking at it, and made a tisking sound. “You've got to learn to trust me."
"I do,” she said, shuddering as he stroked her back, flipping her hair off her shoulders to give him full access.
"Good.” His hand stroked down her flanks, to cup her ass.
She burned with heat despite the waterfall mist. “Yes,” she murmured, tongue-tied.
"Today, were 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 the perfect position. She wanted this, but she couldn't help being apprehensive. Her body shook and her pussy quivered; she needed him to spank her so bad 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, like usual. Arching her hips back, she let out a moan, creaming. It stung, but 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 pussy too, as her legs trembled. She was glad of the boulder's support and lay on it, letting it hold her as she arched her ass out, wordlessly begging for more. Sometimes the blows were soft, teasing, as 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 let out a little satisfied sigh, as he stopped to rub her hot ass and bent to nibble her nape.
She wailed in need and heat at the twin arousals.
"Love, 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?” he whispered into her ear.
"Yes, you're in control in the bedroom; you own me body and soul,” she admitted, feeling free as 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 the power to tempt you."
"That you do, love,” he said, then let out 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."
"Cowboy, I'm ready.” She arched against him.
He growled. “In that case, let's lube up that tight little ass."
"Oh yes,” she said with a sigh, as his reservations crumbled and he reached for the gel. She trembled with anticipation when his finger spread the cool lubricant on her bottom, his finger slipping into her tight ass to prepare her. This was his favorite kink and she was curious, always wondering what it might be like. She bit back a whimper, and arched back against him, fucking his finger, burning to be taken that way.
"Oh,” she moaned, feeling her pussy walls clench, while her anus rippled against his teasing finger. Her eyes rolled back in her head; her body tightened for orgasm; her pussy 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, nesting the big head of his cock against her anus. “I'm going to take you slowly."
His big cock 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 slipped his cock into her deeper, her body spasmed, clamping down on him.
"This ass is mine,” he said, easing inside her until he thrust home, his body resting against her spanked bottom.
Gasping, her legs wobbling, Bridget closed her eyes, adjusting 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 bending over her to kiss her nape and let her get used to him. With Condor's cock buried deep in her throbbing ass, she felt a complete surrender to him. He breathed harsh and fast, as if running a marathon as he started to move, levering off her a bit so that his cock buried deep in her ass was their only connection.
"This is perfect,” he said, his hands slipping around her to cup her breasts. He lifted her a little, easily controlling her boneless body as his fingers pinched and rolled her nipples. Moaning, arching her hips to take even more of his cock, she felt besieged, overwhelmed by sensation. He pulled halfway out and surged back into her. Bridget moaned, her ass milking his hard cock as he took her. Orgasmic ripples tore through her from pussy to ass, making her cling to him and cry out as she started to come.
"No,” he said, pinching her nipple.
"Oh,” she whimpered, as the fleeting pain pushed back her orgasm, easing her ripples. She sobbed, needing so bad to come.
"That's better,” he said, surging back into her, his balls slapping against her pubes. “No coming until I give you permission. Five more strokes of my c
ock and we come together. Any sooner and you'll be punished."
She moaned, as the threat damped down her orgasm temporarily. 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; 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, Bridget, love."
Five? She couldn't come on command. It was unheard of—barbaric. She groaned, as he thrust back into her and wailed, “One.” On fire, her ass gripped him.
"Very good,” he praised, tugging on her nipples to lengthen them.
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, holding her spasming sex, suspended. Then he surged back into her and she whimpered, “Two."
"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, and her ass milking his throbbing cock. It was like something out of high school—only way past that. She gasped as he easily pistoned 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 pushed back, doing as he asked. She moaned as his cock filled her rippling ass, taking him all the way to the hilt as she hissed out, “Three.” Her pussy and ass spasmed with orgasm.
"No,” he said, pinching her nipples hard.
She whimpered at the stinging hint of pain, but stopped coming, her orgasm suspended. Two could play this game. His breath was raspy; his cock throbbed and bucked a little inside her. He needed to come just as bad. Without a thought, she reared back at him, making him gasp, smiled and cried out, “Four,” as she ground her ass against him.