Bound to Her Body: Part 5

You could put a potato sack over Kristella Del Monte's body and she'd still look stunning. Her natural beauty was what Marcel had been attracted to initially. Or so he claimed. Fiona suspected it had to do with her ability to melt you down into a puddle of unfiltered arousal with just one smoldering look from her hazel eyes. He never mentioned why they went their separate ways but since she was now in hiding, and still underneath his protection, Fiona had a feeling Marcel had gotten over his head and Kristella was now paying for it.

While Fiona and Sierra waited for Andrew and Joe to take care of the security detail surrounding the bungalow Kristella was confined in, Fiona used her binoculars to look into Kristella's bedroom. She had sheer curtains covering the windows, which was already a ridiculous idea for someone who was supposed to be in hiding.

"Have you met her in person before?" Sierra asked her as she shifted her sitting position inside the truck and faced her. Fiona squinted her eyes a bit to help her focus her vision on Kristella, who was now peaking her head out of the second-story window to find the noise that captured her attention. It had been Andrew shooting tranquilizer darts at the guard near her bedroom window. But since it was too dark for her to see anyone, she closed the window back up and pulled the curtains shut.

"I can see why she still has him by the balls. She's gorgeous." Fiona answered crudely and she was about to picture what Kristella was hiding underneath that silk gray robe she'd just seen her wear as she opened the window, her imagination running wild with lust once again, but she had to keep it together. They were here to gain their freedom. Seducing the target was what got Fiona in trouble to begin with.

"Are you using those to spy on the boys or her?" Sierra inquired with a slight angry tone in her voice as she snatched the binoculars from Fiona's hands and glared at her. Fiona's eyebrow raised with equal anger as she snatched them back from her.

"Remember who you're dealing with, Sierra. Don't test me." Fiona warned as she raised the binoculars but Sierra snatched them from her once again, causing Fiona to reach for her chin and pull her forcefully. She looked into the eyes of her current beautiful demise and realized Sierra was only jealous.

"Don't look at me like you plan on keeping me." Fiona stated bluntly as she let go of the beautiful woman sitting next to her and reached for the door handle. Sierra stopped her, pulling both of her hands to her lap.

"What if I do? Plan on keeping you, that is." Sierra said softly, her eyes softening as they pleaded to her. Fiona was a ticking time bomb, a casualty that could only make things worse for her. No, Fiona wasn't worth keeping. She'd only been worth fucking. The last words her father ever told her before Fiona killed him with his own pocket knife. Although the asshole deserved it, he'd been her first kill, the spark that started the fire inside of Fiona to begin with. The slow burning rage bubbling inside of Fiona had been caused by his abusive hands and the disgusting fetishes he forced her into as a child and was behind every stab wound she gave him the night before they hauled her off to prison. Marcel had been the one to see her lethal potential and pulled the necessary strings to get her out of that hellhole.

Five years worth of dead bodies was enough to repay him. At least that was the case in Fiona's eyes. She was done killing for him and she'd have to find another way to release the beast inside of her.

"You'd be better off sticking to Joe or Andrew. They'll keep you alive." Fiona informed her and as sad as that statement made her, she knew she had to let Sierra go after all of this was done. She'd only known her for a couple of hours but there was something about her that tamed the wildness inside of her. Fiona was starting to get attached to that part of her as well. Which would do neither of them any good.

"We got out of Gavin's because of you. I can't thank you enough--" Sierra started on her goodbyes early but Fiona silenced her with a soft kiss to her temple and tried not to let the tears fall from her eyes.

"You've thanked me enough with those lips of yours today. I won't forget them." Fiona replied with a smokey grin and Sierra smirked before they both exited the car. They'd taken her personal truck to get to the bungalow in the woods since it was a four-wheel drive and getting stuck in a ditch full of mud would put a damper on their plans. The truck had no GPS and Joe had taken care of cutting off the security cameras, Marcel wouldn't see this coming until it was too late.

As soon as Sierra and Fiona met the men near the back entrance of the bungalow, Andrew started picking at the lock. It was a skill they taught us back at Marcel's compound in Atlanta and when Andrew managed to open the door, he smiled with victory.

"So what's the plan? Are we taking her with us?" Andrew asked Fiona and while Fiona contemplated that idea, she wasn't sure taking Kristella to Marcel was the best idea. No, she'd wait until Marcel came to them.

"We're staying here until he finds us. Joe and Sierra can keep a look out while the two of us subdue Kristella." Fiona explained and Andrew nodded at her orders, nodding towards Sierra and Joe before they both entered the place and made their way up the stairs in the darkness. Fiona could hear the faint sound of the television playing in Kristella's bedroom, a comedy judging from the laughter flowing throughout the house. Fiona motioned for Andrew to stay behind her, just before Fiona kicked the bedroom door open and aimed her gun at Kristella Del Monte's face.

Her eyes widened as a spoon full of ice cream fell down the valley between her breasts and her gray robe, going back and forth between Andrew and her.

"How'd you get in here?" Kristella's question was dripping with panic as she reached for the burner phone sitting on her night table and began to dial Marcel's number. Good. She'd let him know they were all there and this would all be over soon.

"When he finally picks up, please let him know its Fiona Duvalle holding a gun aimed at your face. He's expecting a call from me." Fiona instructed smugly and when Marcel didn't pick up, Kristella threw the phone on the floor and placed the tub of ice cream on the night stand and scooped up the fallen ice cream on her exposed skin with her fingers, slipping them into her mouth as she looked Fiona over. Her eyes were framed with black eyeliner and it only enhanced the gold and green hues swimming in her gaze. Fuck, Fiona was in trouble again.

"What'd he do to piss you off?" Kristella asked as she raised her hands in surrender and stood up from her bed slowly, her robe exposing her skin partially, giving Fiona and Andrew a sneak peak of her plump breasts and her red lace panties. They made Fiona swallow hard and lick her lips, as the sight made her mouth water.

"More like what did we do to piss him off. Don't worry. We wont kill you. He wont let it happen. Unless he decides you aren't enough to force him to let us go." Fiona explained and Kristella's eyes bounced back and forth between them both before she responded.

"Andrew? You're in on this?" Kristella addressed the blonde submissive standing beside Fiona and it made Fiona step in front of him, claiming her territory.

"Sorry, Kris. I couldn't do it anymore." Andrew answered the woman and her eyes watered as she nodded and lowered herself onto the floor on her knees.

"I won't fight you. If I need to die today, then so be it. Marcel has dragged this out long enough." Kristella mentioned and Fiona shared a glance with Andrew.

"You two sound close." Fiona observed as she eyed Andrew suspiciously when he blushed and kept his eyes on Kristella as he bound her hands with the handcuffs.

"You could say that." Kristella said as she tried to hide her smirk. "He's a good man. Even better in bed." she added with a grin, surprising Fiona.

"Andrew, kneel before me." Fiona ordered and he immediately did as she asked, surprising Kristella this time. "Pull down your pants and let me stroke your dick until you come." Fiona continued to bark her orders, waiting for Andrew to do as she instructed, then used her hand to stroke his long and pink shaft, using his pre-cum to slide up and down. Fiona pushed him closer to Kristella's mouth and she opened her lips, waiting for his load to slide down her throat.

Andrew's groans and grunts filled the room as Fiona jerked him off, using her thumb to rub over the tip of his cock. When he grew thick in her hand and his dick jumped when Fiona slapped his ass, Andrew began to release his come into Kristella's mouth. Fiona tugged on her hair lightly, bringing her mouth closer to Andrew's cock, making it go deep into her mouth as she sucked every last drop out of him. Once Kristella was done, Andrew's eyes grew heavy, as the narcolepsy started to kick in and sleep took over him. Once Fiona finished dressing him and laid him down onto the carpet, she made her way back to Kristella, placing her handgun at her ribs as she pushed her on to the bed.

"You're a dominant too." Kristella observed appreciatively and Fiona nodded her response, aiming the gun underneath her chin now.

"I don't appreciate people touching what's mine until I say so." Fiona claimed and Kristella chuckled at her words.

"He was mine first, sweetheart. Long before you ever showed up. He didn't come because you jerked him off. He came because he was looking at me." Kristella corrected and it struck an angry cord inside of her. She was about to teach this woman what it meant to be a dominant.

"You give yourself too much credit, Kristella." Fiona said as she lowered her gun slowly down Kristella's chest, pushing the robe off her shoulders to finish exposing the rest of her skin. Her skin was a deep caramel color and it made Fiona's appetite increase drastically as she pictured licking off caramel off that tight little body of hers.

"I can see it in your eyes, Fiona. You can't hold off much longer. Give in." Kristella tempted and Fiona cursed out loud. She was losing her footing and it was bad timing. She needed Sierra. Now.

So she shouted her name and sighed in relief when Sierra finally arrived. Her gaze went to the sleeping Andrew on the floor, then went up to Kristella's smirk. Fiona's anguish made the worry in Sierra's eyes increase as she pulled her aside.

"Focus, Fiona. You can do this." Sierra encouraged, placing her hands over her cheeks and Fiona nodded as she placed a kiss on her lips. More bad timing. Fiona's cravings would have to be dealt with now if they planned on following through with this. She hated feeling out of control but Sierra was the one who opened her can of worms and she was the only one who could stop it now.

And Sierra knew exactly how.

Fiona watched her pull away from her and make her way to Kristella as she pulled off her slip dress. As soon as she finished removing her shoes, she removed the handcuffs from Kristella and it wasn't long until Kristella had Sierra pinned down on the bed underneath her. Fiona's anger started to resurface again, as she watched Kristella's mouth close over Sierra's full breasts. The jealousy pouring over Fiona was enough to make her body shake but she didn't move. She merely watched as Kristella made her way down Sierra's body and made her turn for her, rising her ass up to meet her face. When Kristella's tongue drove inside of Sierra's opening from the back, Sierra gasped lightly. The desperation in her moans made Fiona dripping wet with desire and she knew she'd lose her mind if she didn't find some kind of relief. So she stood up against the wall and unzipped her jeans, quickly dipping her hand inside her soaked folds, using her juices to rub at her pounding clit.

Fiona watched as Kristella finger-fucked Sierra from behind in a quicker pace, Sierra's back arching and her hips writhing as she rode her fingers. Kristella pulled at Sierra's hair hard and made her climb on top of her as she laid beneath her and spread her legs apart for her. Sierra reached for the ice cream on the night stand and dipped her fingers inside of it before placing the sweet cream over Kristella's opening. They hovered over each other in a sixty-nine position, while Sierra faced Fiona. Her gaze held hers as Fiona fingered herself harder and Sierra's tongue moved rapidly over Kristella's clit, licking off the ice cream slowly.

Fuck, Fiona was about to come so hard. She didn't want to. Not without Sierra's mouth on her too. Fiona climbed in next to both of them and sighed in relief as Sierra found her aching mound after pulling off her jeans and kept her fingers inside Kristella's folds. Kristella writhed and pinched at her own nipples, pulling Sierra so she'd be able to capture her mouth, tasting Fiona's desire for Sierra on her lips. It was the hottest thing Fiona had ever done and she could already feel the scream about to escape her mouth when Sierra licked her clit with her warm velvet tongue. As soon as Sierra made her come harder than she ever had, she watched her pull away and pulled at Kristella to take her place, her mouth closing over her opening as Fiona squirted all of her juices inside of Kristella's hungry mouth.

"Fuck, is this how bad you wanted her?" Kristella asked Fiona, while her mouth remained on her damp folds, her tongue still licking at her as her climax rocked through her body. Fiona didn't answer her. She let her body do the talking when she came again as she made Sierra come hard with her fingers deep inside of her, flicking at her g-spot. Kristella licked her lips and continued to slurp up all of Fiona's milk as Sierra captured Fiona's mouth.

She frowned against her lips, as her forehead rested against hers and she realized she'd fallen hard for Sierra. Fiona was uncertain if it was because she was just coming down from the sex high or because she dreaded a future without her in it.

Marcel and his team would get here soon enough and Fiona was going to have to face reality, and a life without Sierra.