Bound to Her Body: Part 4

"How much time do we have until Marcel comes after us?" Joe inquired, as he stood against the doorway of Fiona's bedroom while she cleaned out her guns on her desk. Marcel probably got word of the chaos she left behind as they all escaped Gavin's compound and was trying to narrow down her location using the GPS he had installed himself in her car. The warehouse where he operated from was a good two hours away from the safe house. Fiona figured they'd have that exact amount of time before Marcel tried to fight his way into her fortress.

Marcel Del Monte was the type to keep pounding and pounding with his fists until the house cracked and crumbled before him. He'd give a warning first of course. One last chance to surrender before he took everything from you, including your life. Fiona used to admire that from him, his ability to run through life with that frigid exterior and little regards to people's emotions. Fiona assumed that was why people came to him when they wanted someone to be erased from existence. And she now had Sierra to thank for making her doubt everything her mentor had taught her. Including who ordered the hit on her to begin with.

"Who knows. Could be thirty minutes. Could be days." Fiona answered vaguely, as she polished the barrel of her favorite nine-millimeter hand gun, blowing off some excess gun powder from the shot she had taken earlier against one of Gavin's other bodyguards.

"That kind of misleading information is what gets people killed, you know." Joe's impatience was back to battle Fiona's indifference. She knew it was going to piss him off but he wasn't her concern. The only reason he was here to begin with was because of Sierra, which spoke volumes of her professionalism, by the way. Bounty hunters weren't supposed to get attached to the victims of the kill-list.

After the forth or fifth orgasm Sierra had given her in a manner of hours, Fiona knew that ship had sailed.

"Sounds like you know a lot about death, Joe. Did you meet Sierra at a funeral?" Fiona baited him, smirking when the look on his face let her know she had struck a nerve. Joe stepped into her room, and gestured towards the bed. Once Fiona gave him permission to sit, he sat on the edge and faced her.

"I killed her fiancé during an ambush shooting two summers ago, " Joe started, and Fiona could tell as he paused that his guilt is what tied him to Sierra, not their sexual relationship. He wouldn't leave her side because he felt responsible for her somehow. Fiona knew first hand how guilt could single-handedly destroy people from the inside out. Her mother had struggled with it for years before she took her own life.

"I'm guessing she didn't forgive you," Fiona concluded, only based on the fact that he was still at her side, protecting her even when he had the chance to escape without her.

"She did. Her eyes tell a difference story though," Joe finished, his eyes averting her gaze as Fiona began to resemble her gun.

"Her file never mentioned she was engaged," Fiona shared, pulling back the gage to her gun, adding a few more bullets into it before she put the safety on.

"Marcel wants you to see what benefits him. Sometimes, its not always the truth," Joe stated, his tone dipped in bitterness. Looks like Sierra wasn't the only one Marcel shared a history with.

"Why would he leave that bit of information out?"

"Because Sierra's dead fiancé just so happens to be Marcel's twin brother. She's never met him in person. But I don't think its a coincidence he sent his most skilled hunter to kill her. He blames her for his death."

"Why not you? You were the one holding the gun," Fiona added as she glanced at the digital clock on her night table. The sun was about to set soon. Time was running out for them.

"I have Andrew. He used to work for Marcel before someone he cared about ended up on his kill-list. He went rogue after that and let's just say, Andrew isn't to be underestimated," Joe explained and as Fiona tried to fit the puzzle pieces together, she realized she shouldn't have been surprised. His physique fit the profile of a bounty. As to how Joe and Sierra managed to get Andrew on their side, she still didn't know. It didn't matter though. Marcel would see this failed mission as a betrayal to him and he'd come after her next if she didn't give them all up.

Would she though? Could she be just as cold as Marcel and throw these strangers to the biggest wolf of them all?

"Anyway, I just thought you should know what shit you're stepping into. I wished someone would have told me," Joe informed as he stood up from the bed, but Fiona stopped him with her bare foot. She was wearing nothing but a long t-shirt and socks to warm up her cold feet. Underwear made her feel confined for some reason. But Joe was definitely taking notice. Lust swirled within his gaze but he was trying hard to fight it.

Fiona found it amusing enough to consider bringing this soldier down to his knees in front of her. She recalled how hard he had been as he watched her and Sierra fondle each other at Gavin's estate and wondered how hard she could get him to be now.

The challenge aroused her enough to take the chance.

"Did you enjoy fucking the woman who belonged to the dead man?" Fiona started, antagonizing him as her words pressed all the wrong buttons. She was hopeful it would cause all the right reactions as well.

"Do you get off on provoking people?" Joe asked sharply as he reached for her throat and squeezed lightly. It made Fiona smile with victory. There it was, the anger that rumbled through his body. Her rage was similar in nature and she could practically feel it radiating off him.

"Squeeze harder and you'll see how far I can go," Fiona tempted harshly, raising her gun at him. Joe stared at her at first, then let go of her throat and stepped back onto her bed. She pressed the gun into his chest, making him lay back on her bed as she climbed on top of him. Joe quickly twisted her hand hard enough for her to lose grip of her gun, and flipped them over, allowing him to be on top of her. Sierra grinned as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his stomach and put him in a chokehold. He bit into her shoulder then, causing Fiona to open her mouth to scream but Joe covered her lips with his hand once he was free and trapped her hands above her head. The soldier knew how to fight back after all.

"I can see why Marcel recruited you. You're the beauty and the weapon. Best of both worlds," Joe observed, and with a smug grin he took her mouth and explored it with his tongue. He kissed her like her lips were a pitcher of water and his thirst couldn't be contained. He pulled and sucked at her bottom lip, increasing her arousal, causing her nipples to harden as his warm breath headed in their direction. Joe quickly removed the t-shirt covering her freshly bathed body and took her breasts into his mouth. He stroked his tongue over them, her clit throbbing with anticipation. She didn't like slow-fucking. Her insatiable sexual appetite didn't allow her to. Fiona liked it fast, and hard. Her feelings had no time to attach to the unattainable otherwise.

"Fuck me, now. And don't take your time," Fiona demanded, but Joe responded to her with a short chuckle before he wrapped the handcuffs over her own wrist and used the other half to wrap it around her bed post. Fiona should've seen that coming, but there wasn't much she could do about it now. Her libido was out of control today.

"I'm giving the orders now," Joe claimed sharply as he began to undress and dropped his clothes to the floor, not forgetting to reach for his belt. Fiona swallowed hard and licked her lips. She never imagined herself being a submissive in bed. Her dominant personality wouldn't let her. But now that she had no choice but to endure whatever he had planned for her, she might as well wait until she had him in her hands again.

She closed her eyes when she felt the first slap of the belt on her thigh, causing her to grow even more wet. Her teeth bit down on her bottom lip as the pain began to mix with desire and she decided she wanted to see how else he would decide to punish her.

"I can't imagine you'd be half as good as Andrew was. He was such a good boy," Fiona challenged the soldier with the belt in his hands and it made him drive into her without warning. She gasped loudly and arched her hips against him while he threw the belt on the floor and braced his hands on her bedposts as he began to fuck her. His hips crashed into hers with every pump of his dick inside her, his balls slapping away at her cheeks as he increased his pace. The bed creaked as they continued to fight for control. Fiona wrapped her legs around his waist, while he rode her and her hips ground themselves against him. She was so close to coming, she felt the scream ready to burst out of her lungs once he thrusted into her one last time. And when he did, she moaned out loud as she felt her juices surround his thick cock, and her muscles contract, milking him until he had no choice but to come with her. But to her dismay, Joe managed not to spill inside her. Her eyes opened as she felt him slip out of her and reach for the belt again. He used it to bind her other wrist to the bed post, rendering her completely helpless.

"If you're planning on escaping now, you won't be able to without my codes," Fiona informed him and watched him lick his lips as he kept stroking at his cock. He wasn't done with her. She could see it in his eyes. But she wasn't sure when he'd come back to her body to collect more of her desire.

"I thought the plan was to get information, not fuck her into submission, Joe," Sierra's annoyed voice filled the room as she entered and stood next to him, surveying a tied and naked Fiona.

"I wanted to stop but she felt too good. Look how fucking hard I am because of her," Joe answered her angrily as his cock ticked while he looked at Fiona and she parted her legs to give him a better view, teasing him once again.

"I can help you with that. All you have to do is ask," Sierra offered with a lick of her lips as she closed the door and locked it. Joe nodded in response and followed Sierra as she walked over to the bed. Joe quickly took off the sundress Fiona had let her borrow and watched Sierra place her mound over Fiona's mouth as she faced him. Fiona could smell the scent of her wetness against her slick walls and dipped her tongue inside, making Sierra moan, while she opened her own mouth to allow Joe to place his thick shaft inside. He tugged at her hair lightly as he fucked her mouth and Sierra rode Fiona's hungry tongue. Fuck, she tasted just as good as she felt. Fiona's addiction to her was growing and she had to snap out of it long enough for her to come out of this winning.

While Sierra sucked and licked at the tip of Joe's dick, Fiona was busy flicking at Sierra's clit in a quick motion, back and forth, making her grind into her mouth, and her slick walls to pull and contract around her tongue. Joe's grunt of relief came first as he spilled into Sierra's mouth, and Sierra came next when she released her nectar down Fiona's throat.

Fiona kept suckling on Sierra's clit as Joe pulled away to clean himself off and it made Sierra dip down into Fiona's own aching opening, moaning loudly when Fiona writhed beneath her, her tongue stroking her into the beginning of another orgasm.

"I love it when you make that sound for me. Do it again, Sierra. Please," Fiona begged in between licks and Sierra complied, moaning desperately into Fiona's folds as Fiona squirted her own juices into Sierra's mouth.

Sierra hopped off of Fiona once she was done licking her dry again and Joe was now getting dressed in front of them, a satisfied look on his face.

"Give us the codes, Fiona. We don't want to hurt you," Sierra warned her as she placed the sundress over her bare body once again.

"You're all safer with me than against me. Unless you think you can take Marcel down all by yourself," Fiona stated and Joe and Sierra shared a look before they spoke.

"Are you saying you're joining the other side?" Sierra asked Fiona, while she struggled against her restraints.

"I'm saying Marcel will be here very soon. And you're going to need me if you want him to leave you alone once and for all," Fiona replied honestly. She knew exactly what had to be done and she knew where to find it too. Little did they know, Fiona would have the upper hand once they helped her gain what she needed.

"What are you suggesting?" Joe continued the interrogation, while Sierra unlocked and opened the door to let a sleepy Andrew inside the room. His brows shot up in surprise when he spotted Fiona on the bed but he too looked like a hungry animal who just came out of hibernation.

And his next meal was going to be Fiona from the looks of it.

"I'm suggesting you let me go and we can steal something from Marcel that'll make him think twice about coming after any of you again," she responded, pulling at her restraints again, and giving up when they wouldn't budge.

"Marcel doesn't own anything valuable," Sierra added, but she didn't sound too convinced and Fiona eyed Andrew as he stood next to Joe. He was going to be the one to let her go. Fiona was close to having him in her corner.

"I'll tell you what it is if you untie me."

"She's lying. That man only cares about one thing and that's killing people for the highest bidder," Sierra spat out angrily and Fiona sighed. She was losing this battle and her temper was about to combust.

"Kristella Del Monte," Fiona said, throwing out her last card, hoping it would be enough to help her get out of this mess.

"Marcel's ex-wife? What about her?" Andrew asked Fiona with a suspicious glance. She wasn't surprised Andrew knew about Kristella. Marcel had a picture of her in his office and he never moved it from its place on his desk. If Andrew really was a bounty hunter who had previously worked for Marcel, he'd know about that photograph.

"I know where he's hiding her within the witness protection program. We get her and Marcel will let you all go free."