Bound to Her Body: Part 2

Fuck.

Sierra had somehow found Fiona's gun she'd hidden underneath the table and was now using it to bark out orders. Fiona could easily outmaneuver the gun out of her hand but she wanted to see how far she was willing to go. That in itself was stupid and reckless, and she'd probably get fired once Marcel found out. The fact that she didn't care at this point was sending off alarms in her mind but she tossed it aside to deal with later. Right now, she was busy trying to keep the bodyguards from suspecting anything suspicious was going on, not to mention the gun Sierra had pointed into her lower back, covered by a simple white cotton towel.

"Sierra? You're not allowed to leave until the party is over," Henry Gavin, the billionaire host of this lavish pool party announced. He had a Cuban cigar in his mouth and was spilling smoke out of his crusty mouth. He oozed money and white privilege, with a salt and pepper mustache that could only be described as retro. No wonder Sierra had been disgusted by him.

"I got one of the other girls to cover for me, Sir. I hope you don't mind. My friend here isn't feeling well, so I'm taking her home," Sierra lied through her teeth but Henry seemed to consider it for a moment, then shook his head.

"I have something that could help. Come with me," Mr. Gavin suggested and when Fiona saw Sierra's eyes widen and watched her swallow hard, she knew whatever he was offering wasn't something either of them would enjoy. When the bodyguards surrounded them due to their hesitation, she knew they had to be smart about this. Gavin wasn't her target tonight but if her gut was right about him, he'd be the one on the other end of her gun soon.

As he descended up the stairs, Sierra slipped the gun further into the towel, hoping the guards hadn't noticed it yet while they followed Gavin. He led them down a hallway and opened the doors to a room with a giant bed in the middle and about a half a dozen men and women surrounding it while they sat on giant pillows, all of them naked, all of them blazed to the tee.

Fiona glanced over at Sierra and saw the defeated look in her eyes when Henry ordered her to come to him. Fiona held onto her hand a bit longer, even after she handed her the gun with the towel wrapped around it. She felt an overwhelming need to protect her for some reason and was almost tempted to pull out her gun and demand for Gavin to release her.

Money and power spoke volumes in this city, she'd have to keep a cap on her impulsive decisions until they were a safe distance away from this pervert.

"Gentlemen, hand over the goods to the young lady," Gavin ordered the guards behind her and she turned slightly to look at the one on her left. He sported a slicked back blonde bond type of look and he definitely looked like a gym rat, he had the bulging muscles to prove it. The one on her right handed her some blue pills, ecstasy probably, but he looked more average with his dark brown hair, long lashes that surrounded his exotic black eyes and a tan that complimented his bright smile. There was something off about that one. He looked too...controlled, too calm even for someone who's been working for this guy for years.

"I'll take care of her boss." Mr. Average offered first and Fiona did her best to slip the pill into her mouth, then spit it back out when none of them were looking.

"If you boys don't mind, I'd like it if Sierra joined us. I wouldn't want to leave her out of the fun we're about to have." Fiona baited and watched as Henry's eyes glossed over with lust and triumph, while Sierra's eyes held hers with relief.

"Boys, make sure the cameras are on. I love to watch," Henry mentioned gleefully as he shoved Sierra right into Fiona's side. Fiona held onto Sierra's shaking body as the guards escorted them towards another room. This room looked like a smaller version of a spa, with tables made for massages and only the light coming from scented candles illuminated their surroundings. There was a claw foot tub not too far away, already filled with suds and water from the looks of it. The blonde guard was already starting to undress in front of them, while Mr. Average kept his eyes on Sierra. Considering she's only been working in this place a short time, he didn't look at her as just a co-worker. They looked at each other as if they held a secret only they would understand.

Fiona didn't like being in the dark but she'd find out what their deal was later. Her biggest challenge right now was conning the big pervert in the next room watching them, waiting for a show. And Fiona would be more than happy to give him one.

"Which one do you want Joe?" the blonde guard asked Mr. Average while Fiona placed the towel and gun carefully onto the floor. She'd prefer to do whatever she was about to do near them just in case she had to defend herself.

"I'll take Sierra, Andrew. I'm not into redheads," Joe answered him, sending Fiona a smirk and a challenge. Fiona could change his mind if she cared to do so. She dipped her toes in both sides of the pond occasionally but she ultimately preferred the softer edges of women. Right now, Fiona was going to keep her lustful thoughts about Sierra on hold while she seduced the gym rat named Andrew into a high so bad, weed wouldn't dare rival it.

Fiona crooked her finger towards the hungry blonde man in front of her, while she pointed towards his discarded belt on the marble floor. He handed it over to her quickly, while he licked his dry lips and watched her carefully. She bent the belt to her desired shape and used it to run it along his bare chest, then down to the potent erection he was proud of. He was on the long and skinny side of cocks, which she didn't mind. She could work with it. Sending a quick and sweet smile his way, her hands began to massage his hairless balls, while he leaned into her body, his hands at her hips, Fiona's eyes focusing on Sierra and how intimately Joe was touching her. He was taking his time on her, kissing her slowly. It made something that resembled jealousy stir in her stomach but she only had to picture herself in Joe's position for it to melt away.

The sound of the belt smacking against the Andrew's ass echoed within the walls and made him moan and bend to her will, kneeling before her, with his head lowered. Most of the time, men who focused more on their physique rather than emotional connections preferred to be dominated, having the responsibility of feeling anything but sexual arousal taken away from them was their relief. In her experience anyway.

Andrew seemed to be her type of submissive and it would make this charade more believable.

"What's your safe word, honey?" Fiona asked him as she smacked the belt onto his arm and saw how his cock jumped with desire at her actions, making her grin.

"Leather," Andrew croaked obediently and it made Fiona smirk. She brought him up in front of her, and started to stroke his hard shaft, using his pre-come as a lubricant. When the sound of relief exited his mouth, Fiona felt her clit throb and tugged at his hair, placing his mouth in between her legs as she opened up for him.

"Can I lick you until you come in my mouth?" Andrew pleaded, his pretty blue eyes glued to her face, waiting for her answer. Flashbacks of her time with Sierra in the cabana plagued her mind and it only made her craving for relief greater. So she nodded the answer towards him and sighed deeply, her head hanging back as he buried his tongue inside her. Her hips moved with every stroke of his tongue and her hand kept tugging at his hair every time she saw Joe thrust into Sierra's sweet opening. Sierra kept her gaze on Fiona as Joe took her breast into his mouth and nibbled on her taut nipple. Fiona's mouth watered then, watching Sierra fall into her own pool of pleasure, was an aphrodisiac all on its own. She wasn't sure how long she'd be able to last without having her.

"That's it, right there..." Fiona moaned as Andrew's tongue dipped deeper into her while his thumb rubbed at her clit, her hips rocking against his face. Fiona pulled him closer into her and cried out as she watched Joe fuck Sierra into an orgasm right up against the wall. Sierra's eyes glazed over and looked away from Fiona's as soon as Joe released her. Fiona gestured over to the towel with the hidden gun but Sierra shook her head slightly, and smiled up at Joe, pulling him over to the massage tables.

"The men have taken care of us, I think its time we took care of them." Sierra played along, glancing briefly over to the camera at the right hand top corner of the wall near the door, then returned her attention to Joe.

"You did such a good job, I'm feeling better already," Fiona egged on, pulling Andrew's eager tongue out of her, and pulled at his hand to lead him towards the empty massage table next to Joe's. She removed her sheer cover and dropped it onto the floor, relaxing onto the comfortable table, keeping her eyes on Andrew as he marveled at her body, touching every inch of her with the lavender scented body oil he was sharing with Sierra, while she gave Joe a massage.

Andrew's hands were smoothing out the tension from her body and for a moment, she felt herself relax completely. Her guard wasn't up even though her gun was nowhere near her at the moment. Her shoulders drooped with serenity as she closed her eyes and pictured what her life would be like if she let herself feel anything but anger, anything but the need to throw herself into danger as if she invented it.

Sierra stood next to her in that dream, swaying her hips to music her tongue could not pronounce, dancing merrily as she smiled seductively towards her, promising nothing but whatever she desired at the moment. Fiona knew if she allowed herself to drown too deep into her orbit, she'd lose herself completely. Especially now that she was already halfway there just by being near her.

She liked this woman way too much and it was blurring her vision. It was time to spring into action, cause some mayhem, rise the body count the blood in her veins seemed to boil in excitement over.

But not before she got another taste of Sierra.

Fiona signaled for the raven haired woman to come to her, and she nodded, as Joe lifted himself up from the table and sat calmly. He was thick and long in the shaft range and she was sure Joe had only brought her the greatest of pleasures with that cock of his.

Andrew stepped back from her body and watched Sierra hover over her with her hair wild and her lips swollen, like the angel of temptation coming to fulfill every desire she's ever had. Sierra arched her back as she bent over and allowed Andrew to penetrate her from behind, while her fingers slipped in between Fiona's slick center. Fiona bit her bottom lip and looked over at Joe, who had his hand over the tip of his cock, stroking slowly as he watched us. Andrew fucked her from behind, while Sierra replaced her fingers with her mouth, causing Fiona to hold back a loud moan.

Her heightened arousal made Fiona roll her hips against Sierra's moaning mouth, while Andrew pinched and pulled at her full breasts. That jealousy crept up on her again and pulled Sierra closer to her, causing Andrew to pull out of her, and on top of Fiona.

"I'm not yours to keep," Sierra reminded her in her ear, her cheek resting against hers as she fingered herself closer to her orgasm. Fiona pulled at her hand and replaced it with her own hand, rubbing at her in a quicker motion, making Sierra whimper, making her beg for Fiona to finish and release her. But Fiona didn't. She pulled her fingers out, and licked off her juices just before she nodded towards Andrew to finish her off. He plunged into her from behind, causing Sierra to brace her hands on Fiona's legs as she rolled her hips and squeezed her muscles over his cock.

Fiona licked her lips as she saw Sierra's juices drip down her legs. Joe took the liberty of blocking her vision, and lowered himself before Sierra, his tongue sliding up her thighs as he licked away at her damp legs. Fiona could cry out of frustration and anger but she held back. She wouldn't lose her cool now.

While the three of them continued their tryst, Fiona hopped off the table and stealthily made her way to the towel and reached for the gun, aiming it quickly towards the camera. Once she pulled the trigger, the screams coming from both rooms began to fill her ears.

It was time to get out of there.