Bound to Her Body: Part 3

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Andrew was the first of the guards to ask that question and she'd be more than happy to show them just how crazy she could get. But there were more pressing matters at hand. She grabbed ahold of Sierra's arm and aimed the gun towards the two naked men before them as they got dressed, making sure they weren't going anywhere or had any weapons on them.

"I know there's another way out of this room. Show me and you get to keep your balls." Fiona threatened sharply and watched Andrew's eyes water with more lust and she smirked when he backed away slowly and led them to another door behind the essential oils rack. She aimed the gun at Joe now, who seemed to preoccupied with putting his clothes back on to care. No sign of fear in his demeanor. Or Sierra's, for that matter. She couldn't help but feel like she was the only one left out of a joke and she hated that. If Marcel had conveniently left something out of his briefing before she came here, he'd be the next one with a bullet fragments in his head.

"Take us with you and we'll make sure you'll get out of this alive." Andrew bargained as Joe handed him his walkie-talkie and he started to lead them towards the south wing of the estate behind the back of the house, where all the luxury cars were parked and were now zooming out through the opened gates. Bullets were the only thing that made people move like that and Fiona was glad she had an entire artillery of weapons in a duffel bag hidden in between the bushes near the front gates. She was going to need it if she planned on keeping these two men at bay. Since Andrew was the most impressionable and obedient, she'd have to make him retrieve it for her.

"Go to the bushes near the front gate. Grab the black bag hidden underneath the bushes and bring it to me," Fiona ordered the blonde and he nodded, like the good submissive, he was and dodged a couple of speeding cars on his way over there.

"And you, what's your deal? Why aren't you putting up a fight?" Fiona asked Joe and he leaned casually against the doorway after he looked around and settled his eyes on Sierra.

"We've been waiting a long time for someone like you," Joe answered her cryptically, and Fiona raised a suspicious brow at his comment.

"I have a gun aimed at her back and you don't seem to care if I pull the trigger or not."

"I know what you came here to do, Fiona Duvalle," Joe replied, causing Fiona to curse out loud when he said her name out loud. How did he know who she was and what she did for a living?

"You came here to kill me, allegedly," Sierra chimed in, with a smile on her face nonetheless, just as Andrew returned to them and brought the duffel bag to her feet. He also gave her a sly smile and crossed his arms. Fiona wondered if Andrew knew what these two were going on about, but she'd ask at another time. Shit could get real super quick and then they'd be stuck in here.

"Can't aim and reach at the same time, sweetheart. Let me help you," Andrew offered and she nodded, kicking the duffel bag near him and watched him carefully as he opened it and brought out the handcuffs. He placed them on Joe first and handed the second pair to Sierra so she'd be able to put them on Andrew. For the third pair, Fiona strapped them on Sierra's wrists and shoved her near the men in front of her. She had no clue as to what their scheme was but she needed to know all the facts before she even thought about ending their lives. It had never been an issue previously, ending someone's life who's name was printed next on her kill list. But since she didn't trust her own employer at the moment, and since she could change her mind at any time, she didn't see the harm in taking all three of them with her.

"Take the walkie out of my pocket and hold it up to my mouth," Joe suggested, and Fiona dipped her hand inside his pocket to reach for the device, holding it up to his mouth after turning the knob to the right frequency. "They went south on Bourbon Street. She's armed and dangerous. I repeat, armed and dangerous," Joe warned the other security guards through the static-filled device and when she sent him a smirk, he winked at her.

"Follow me and stay low," Fiona instructed her group, as she placed her duffel bag over her shoulder and led them through the all the mayhem going on in the parking lot.

"Hey! There she is!" someone shouted from behind them, and Fiona turned to see one of the other security guards shouting out commands into his walkie-talkie. She aimed the gun straight to his leg and shot him, the sound ricocheting through the air, causing him to fall backwards, and more people to scream. Once they were out of the compound, Fiona led them up the block, and opened the car with the remote starter she brought out of her bag. She opened the passengers side door for Sierra, then opened the back rear door for the men, hurrying for them to get in. Once everyone settled in, and Fiona brought out some spare clothes from her duffel bag to cover up with, she climbed into the drivers seat and placed the gun in between her legs when she was done. She pressed the start button to her Dodge Charger, bringing the car to life. Fiona stepped on the gas as soon as the bullets started to fly towards the car and she sped down the street, leaving a cloud of exhaust behind her.

Once she was on the freeway and she swerved through cars without considering the speed limit, she noticed the men chasing after car were stuck behind some semi-trucks and she smirked. Pulling out of the freeway when she saw the exit that would lead her to her safe house, she glanced back at the men in her backseat and raised an eyebrow at a snoring Andrew, bopping his head with every pothole she didn't miss.

"He's narcoleptic," Joe answered the question running through her mind. Sierra chuckled beside her and rubbed her bare arms. She was still wearing the bikini she had been strutting through the compound in, and Fiona realized she was probably cold within the air conditioning in her car.

"Reach into the duffel bag and hand the girl a towel," Fiona ordered Joe, and he mumbled something underneath his breath before doing as she asked.

"Got something to say there, Joe? Couldn't quite hear you," Fiona's remark caused Joe to glare at her through the rear-view mirror and Fiona responded to him with a grin. Joe tossed a black towel to Sierra so she'd be able to keep warm until they reached their destination, and she smiled at him return. Fiona wasn't pleased at the affection she seemed to have towards the moody man sitting behind her but she decided to ignore it for now.

"Keep driving," Joe demanded, as if he knew her thoughts were elsewhere, and Fiona felt the seething anger burn a hole through her chest at his command but she decided she'd deal with his attitude at a more appropriate time. When she finally reached the safe house, a shabby old cottage resting outside of the valley, and miles away from neighbors, she killed the engine and got out of the car, holding her gun underneath her arm as she opened the doors for them. Andrew fell on his face of course. He was still asleep. Joe sighed and brought his hands out for Fiona to uncuff him. She wasn't so sure it was a good idea but she knew she couldn't carry Andrew all by herself into the cottage. So she reached for the key in her duffel bag and uncuffed him.

While Joe tended to sleeping beauty, Fiona pulled at Sierra's arm and locked the car as they walked up to the cottage. Once she put in her alarm code, she opened the door and led them inside, placing her duffel bag near the door. After closing the door and punching in the alarm code again, she pressed the button that would automatically lock down the entire house if anyone besides her decided to open any doors without her thumbprint on the scanner. None of them would be able to get out without her codes.

"There's a spare bedroom down the hall. You can put him in there for now," Fiona offered and Joe nodded, placing Andrew's bulging arm over his shoulders so he could carry him.

"Will you be OK?" Joe asked Sierra, who was busy looking around the open living space. There wasn't much to look at. Just a couch and a television, a kitchen with a refrigerator and a microwave. No stove. Fiona didn't have the time to cook in her line of work. She was always on the road chasing after her next victims.

"Yes. I'll be fine, Joe. Gracias," Sierra responded, using some of her native Spanish tongue, and it caused a shiver to flow through Fiona's entire body. She took some Spanish classes back in high school but it didn't sound as sexy as it did coming out of Sierra's mouth.

"So, where is Marcel? I assumed he'd be here," Sierra interrupted her thoughts with her boss's name and Fiona pulled at her arm again, leading her to the half-bathroom next to the spare bedroom Andrew and Joe were occupying at the moment.

"How do you know Marcel?" Fiona countered, shoving her inside the bathroom, and closing the door behind them, locking it just in case Joe decided to interrupt her interrogation.

"I don't. But he's been hunting me for the last few years. Or rather, sending his drones to do the dirty work for him. Like you," Sierra spat out bitterly, causing Fiona's temper to tick. She was no drone. Marcel could be a dick sometimes, but we all had a job do. His was to give her the latest target and hers was to follow through, no questions asked, whether it'd be bringing them in alive or dead.

"I'm no drone. And you better be careful, princess. I still have the gun in my hand and I can pull the trigger at any moment," Fiona promised with a grin as she stepped into the shower to turn the water on.

"You won't hurt me," Sierra said with confidence, a twinkle in her dark eyes as she entered the shower and Fiona tugged off her two piece bikini, dropping it onto the floor.

"Don't be too sure of that," Fiona said sharply as she reached for the soap and scrubbed her hands with it first, the gun resting in between her thighs as she rinsed off her hands.

"Aren't you going to uncuff me?" Sierra questioned, causing Fiona to laugh as she began to scrub at Sierra's naked body.

"Not a fucking chance," she replied curtly, and Sierra cocked an eyebrow at her.

"You trust Joe enough to uncuff him but not me? Why?" Sierra continued and Fiona's patience was started to decrease. She didn't do well with admitting things. She preferred avoiding it at all costs. That way no could hold your truth against you and stab you in the back with it.

"I have a feeling Joe is a military man. Which means he would never leave his friends behind. That also means he's not going anywhere without you. And I'm not about to leave you out of my sight," Fiona explained, but Sierra didn't look like she was buying her excuse.

"Bullshit," Sierra challenged her words and Fiona grinned, pushing her up against the wall, causing Sierra to raise her chin up to meet her eyes as she stepped underneath the lukewarm water with her after undressing and brought her handcuffed hands above her against the shower glass.

"You calling me a liar, Sierra?" Fiona's mouth twitched with subtle anger and Sierra leaned in closer to her face, merely inches away from her lips.

"What if I am?" she resumed her threat and Fiona could no longer control the fury bubbling inside her. She was about to make the incredibly tempting woman in front of her pay.

"Bend over," Fiona commanded sharply, running her soap-covered hands over Sierra's apple-bottom shaped ass, running the silky texture of the soap over her flesh, rubbing until the soap dissolved with the water and her fingers dipped into her damp opening. Sierra's gasp encouraged Fiona to rub at her clit faster, making her hips rock back and forth against her hand. The shower was now filling up with steam, slowly fogging up every surface in the small space but she could still see Sierra's reflection in the glass in front of her, how her mouth opened and closed with every stroke of her finger. It made Fiona blind with need for her again, as if the orgasms Sierra had given her earlier weren't enough to keep her sexual appetite at bay.

She wondered if Sierra felt that way, if she craved her with as much intensity as she did. She decided to pull her fingers out right before Sierra climaxed to find out. Sierra straightened and looked at Fiona as she stepped away from her, following her until Fiona's back was now up against the shower wall, her hands rubbing more soap on her own body, scrubbing away the day's dirt off her as she held her gaze. Sierra's eyes burned a dark chocolate color as she placed her soft hands over Fiona's face, the handcuffs still limiting her wrists. As soon as the water washed away the soap, Sierra's lips captured hers, with her knee raised up in between Fiona's legs. She spread for her willingly, allowing the hardness of her knee to rub up against her aching clit while Sierra's hands and mouth pinched and sucked at her nipples. Fiona's common sense was diminishing by the second, but her prisoner was handcuffed. She wouldn't be able to go far if she let go once again. So she did. Sierra got on her knees before her, bringing one of Fiona's legs over her shoulder as the water patted onto the smooth skin on her back. Her lips kissed from her inner thigh all the way up to her soaking wet center, her mouth burying itself inside her while her eager tongue swirled over her clit until Fiona almost cried out when she started to suck and pull at her.

"Oh, fuck! Don't stop. Please don't stop..." Fiona found herself whimpering for more as she brought Sierra's face closer to her, her hips jetting upwards, overflowing with the pleasure of the orgasm consuming her body, while Sierra drank and sucked every single drop of her juices out of her.

"That's why you won't kill me, Fiona Duvalle. You love the way I make you beg more than you love having me at your mercy," Sierra said with an accomplished and smug smile, holding up the truth for Fiona to stew in.