The Maids Adventures chapter 7 part 3

The Maids Adventures chapter 7 part 3

You two were so quiet, I wasn't sure our little maid hadn't gotten away from you.

Behind her Garrett stiffened, but his voice didn't change at all from that lazy, indifferent drawl. No, she's keeping me well occupied. Unless you need me for something else.

The offer was made off-hand, as if it didn't matter to him, but the tension in his body said something different. It was then that Bridget realized how much of a bone of contention she had become between the two men. Not because of her own value - at least not for Patrick although she was becoming less and less sure about her lack of value to Garrett - but because she afforded them another battleground on which to butt heads.

There was a long moment of silence and Bridget peeked out from behind her hair, opening just one eye. Patrick was watching her, watching Garrett's relentless hand between her legs. She couldn't stop the soft mewling sounds she was making, the fingers caressing her insides were too good at building up her hot desires, but she'd managed to almost completely still her movements.

"Perhaps I'd like to join you."

Garrett's fingers inside of her stilled the air seemed to thicken with tension, a hint of violence. And then she felt Garrett breathe deeply again, all of it washing away if you'd like.

Why did he keep putting off a confrontation with Patrick? Was he worried the other man would win?

Yet he seemed to placate the other man. Patrick's lips curved in a smile. Perhaps later I find I hunger for other things now.

And then he was gone. Bridget's muscles quivered as she relaxed now that his threatening presence had departed.

Turning her head, she managed to look back over her shoulder far enough to meet Garrett's dark eyes. His expression was almost carefully blank and he returned her gaze steadily.

Would you really have let him join? she whispered.

There was a long moment of silence and Bridget turned her face away from the flash in his eyes, unable to read his expression. Even if she could read it, he was such a good actor, would it be real?

Pulling his hand from between her legs, Garrett hugged her close, his mouth so close to her ear that she could feel his lips moving. His words were barely a murmur on the air.

I have no choice. I must be here, with them, for the next few days. After that we will have more choices.

We! He'd said we. He and her Bridget shivered. Somehow she knew that Garrett had just shown his trust in her, even though she wasn't entirely sure what his words meant. It sounded like perhaps... escape? Perhaps he meant to leave this group of bandits and take her with him? Her treacherous body and emotions liked that idea, far too well.

Pulling her hard against him, Garrett continued to speak in her ear. He needs to hear some noises coming from this tent. Noises of my pleasure.

She nodded her understanding. It was another act. And yet not, because she could tell that Garrett wanted her. Some part of her hoped that he truly wasn't like the others, that he wouldn't take advantage of her presence if it wasn't for their expectations, for their audience. Perhaps she was building up a false image of him in her head, but at the moment she couldn't see the harm. After all, it's not like she was relying on him for escape or special treatment, but she might as well enjoy it while she could.

Behind her she felt him moving, the arm that had been between her legs now fumbling behind her buttocks as he pushed his breeches down. The hot rod of his cock pushed against her, the skin so soft it felt like steel-lined velvet as he groaned with pleasure at the skin to skin contact. Bridget squirmed back against him as the tip of his hardness pressed between her legs, coating the helmet of his penis with her creamy offerings. She made soft noises in the back of her throat as his blunt head rubbed up and down her sensitive folds, teasing her opening as she tried to push back against him.

As happened so often with Garrett, she found herself abandoning all sense of dignity, too hot and needy for him to care that she was acting the wanton. Garrett nudged into her from behind and she moved her leg off of his, finding it easier to bend forward and take him into her body when she was no longer twisted to keep her legs spread. Having her legs together like this made her sheathe even tighter and he grunted his enjoyment as he began to push inside of her, forcing her tight hole to open and accept his shaft. The rubbing friction felt heavenly and she squirmed, clutching at his arm as he resumed playing with her breast and nipple.

So beautiful... he moaned into her ear. You feel so good... so hot and tight.... fuck Bridget...

The growling low voice in her ear seemed to reverberate straight down her spine, his crude words only arousing her further as she tightened around his thrusting cock. One of his hands grasped hers, pulling it away from the hand on her breast and pushing it down between her legs. She gasped as he laid his hand over hers, directing its movements as he pushed her fingers between her legs, parting them so that she had two fingers on either side of where his shaft was splitting her open. She moaned at the erotic feeling of his cock sliding between her fingers, coating them with her wetness, before plunging into her body. Garrett moved her fingers back and forth, forcing her to rub her hand against her most sensitive bits, making her touch his plunging rod as it moved inside of her.

The sensation of him slipping between her fingers and deep into her quivering channel was intensely pleasurable, made even more so by the way her sensitive flesh pushed against her hand. She could feel the slick little pearl that gave her so pleasure, plumply pressing against her hand as she rocked back and forth on Garrett's rod.

That's it, he growled, nipping at the sensitive flesh along her neck with his teeth. Bridget cried out and writhed for him, her insides tightening around the invading spear and wringing even more pleasure from both of them. The storm building in her core was swirling now, her loins tightening with readiness for the eventual explosion. Feel me fucking you.

His hand forced her to rub herself harder, her fingers making wet squishy noises as he masturbated her, his cock moving harder and faster against her fingers and into her shuddering body. Bridget could feel every inch of him as he thrust forcefully, obviously enjoying her tightness, her clenching muscles and the soft moans she made as she allowed him to manipulate her to their mutual pleasure.

Garrett she whimpered the tension inside of her becoming almost unbearable, her tunnel squeezing his cock as she squirmed back against him, so, so close to release.

"Yeeeeeeessssssssss," he hissed out and his teeth caught her earlobe, sucking the tender flesh into his mouth as his hand pressed down hard on hers, sending her palm into a circular motion as it pressed down on the engorged nubbin at the apex of her core. Bridget screamed his name as the storm swept over her, lightening shattering through her most sensitive parts as heat and wet and thunder rolled over her again and again. In the midst of her climax she was barely aware of Garrett's arms tightening around her, holding her fast against him as he moved more forcefully against her from behind, her hand still wedged between her thighs.

She wailed with the intense passion as his steel-hard cock filled her, so hard she could almost feel her insides bruising from his rampant thrusts. It hurt in the most wonderful way, spurring her climax to further heights as the mix of pain and pleasure that she had become so accustomed to swirl wildly in her body. The pleasure was so exquisitely intense that it was become almost painful and she tried to move her hand away from her throbbing pearl, but Garrett's strong fingers prevented her, rubbing her harder and faster, drawing out her orgasm to the point where she screamed her plea for him to stop. Every part of her body throbbed in sympathy as he forced his way inside of her one last time, the pulsing rhythm of his spurting cock matching her body's convulsions as her cunt sucked at him.

Throughout it all he ignored her pleas for mercy, her forced masturbation so wonderfully overwhelming that she thought she might faint, tears trickling down her cheeks as her over stimulated tissues pulsed against her fingers. It was torture, it was bliss, and she thought she might go mad from it.

The hard tension of Garrett's body relaxed and so did the pressure on her hand. Bridget sobbed with relief as he allowed the movements of her hand to slow and then stop, her involuntary shudders a testament to the incredible release he'd just given her. Inside of her she could feel his cock shrinking, withdrawing naturally from her body. He kissed the back of her neck, breathing heavily in the aftermath of his own climax.

Good girl, he said, which stirred both annoyance and secret gratification within her. But she was too tired to protest. The extended climax at amounted to sensual torture by the end and she didn't think she could take it if he tried to do anything more to her right now. Fortunately he seemed to just want to hold her.

Slowly the world came back into focus and she could hear Patrick moving around outside the tent, talking to the Princess. She couldn't hear what he was saying, but by the sneering tone in his voice she wasn't sure that she wanted to either. Garrett murmured soft compliments in her ear, drowning out the sound of the other man, and she snuggled back against his hard body. Now that her passion was spent, she was starting to feel rather drowsy.

Garrett tensed and whispered in her ear. "Stay here. Don't make any noise if you can help it."

Even as he stood, he pulled a blanket over her before striding quickly outside, lacing up the front of his breeches as he went. Bridget stared after his broad naked back, suddenly anxious.

Didn't think you had it in you, Patrick said, his voice close and loud. She realized that Garrett must have heard the other man coming closer and had wanted to head him off. Why, she wondered.

You don't know a lot of things about me, Garrett said. Even though his voice was mild there was a slight hint of threat in his voice, enough to send a small shiver down her spine. The tension between the two men was rapidly rising, especially without the buffer of their comrades. She'd never thought she'd be sad to see Samuel and Blaine go, but she was just starting to understand how the other two men had helped keep the peace in camp, providing a distraction.

Now she was torn on the horns of a dilemma. Obviously Garrett didn't want her distracting Patrick from him, and she could only imagine what she would have to do to provide a buffer, but she didn't want them fighting either. If Patrick won then there was no more protection for her.

To be continued