The Maids Adventures chapter 7 part 5

The Maids Adventures chapter 7 part 5

"So eager," he murmured. "I like you this way."

Then his lips wrapped around on pert nipple, suckling it deep into his mouth, and she found she didn't have the words to answer. She reached for his head, to hold him to her breast, but he took her hands and held them down on either side of her. To her surprise she felt another gush of wetness flowing through her core; some part of her liked being held down. Was it a conditioned response from her time with these men? Or was there was a darkness, inside of her that craved the vulnerability and helplessness that even Garrett created in her?

Writhing beneath him, she didn't fight his hold on her wrists, allowing him to pin her in place with her arms on either side of her body as he sucked and nipped at her breasts, drawing mouthfuls of flesh between his lips and sucking. Pleasure coursed through her, her hips moving up to try and press her groin against him as he rolled a nipple between his teeth, her breathy moans filling the air. If Patrick was listening then he would know that Garrett was using her again. And that she was enjoying it.

His tongue flicked over the soft flesh of her stomach, traveling down to her belly button which felt shockingly sensitive as he rimmed it. Squirming, she moaned soft words of encouragement as his mouth continued its travels lower, kissing her hip bones and then down to her thigh, his face close enough to her mound that the soft curls brushed against his cheek. Now she couldn't help but try to pull her wrists away from his grasp, her body aching for his touch on her core and since he wasn't doing it on his own, she desperately needed her hands to push his mouth onto her.

Garrett just laughed again as she began to plead, and she knew that he was pleased for two reasons - one because if Patrick was listening then he would hear her begging but not be entirely sure why, and two because of his masculine pride over her need for him. He teased her, licking up both sides of her inner thighs, his breath hot on her sensitive folds, an occasional flick of the tongue against her wetness, and a steady grip on her hands as she squirmed and pleaded for him.

When he finally did lay his mouth on her, she thought she might faint from the pleasure of it. His tongue took long, slow swipes up her folds, sweeping into every crevice and licking her from bottom to top, flicking against the little pleasure pearl at the end of every stroke. Bridget moved her hips eagerly, up and down, until he released her hands and slid his arms under her legs, propping up her thighs on each of his shoulders and tipping her body up so that he could more easily feast on her tender flesh. Immediately she buried her hands in his hair as he began to suckle at her. Although this new position returned the use of her hands, she found that she could no longer move her hips in the manner that she had been. Her body was now more completely held in Garrett's thrall as he held her still, taking complete control over the oral pleasuring of her cunt.

"Garrett... oh Garrett...." she quivered in his grasp like a tuning fork, every inch of her completely attuned to the rising tide inside of her as he pulled her legs farther apart with his hands, completely exposing her slick slit to his mouth and questing tongue. The thick muscle pushed inside of her and wriggled, causing her tight tunnel to clamp down hard enough that it was forced out of her. The fingers in his hair tightened as she arched her back, her breasts thrusting upwards.

As if he knew the peak that he'd brought her to, Garrett's mouth moved unerringly upwards to suck her most tender bit between his lips, pulling on it erotically as the waves of pleasure crashed against the shoreline and Bridget was lost in the foaming surf. She cried out as the rapture overtook her, buffeted this way and that by the swells of her release. With every flick of his tongue against her engorged bud she found herself crashing through a new wave of ecstasy.

Releasing her from the hard suckling of his mouth, he renewed the long slow swipes of his tongue, drinking up her cream as she shuddered and twitched with the rolling aftershocks of her climax. Knowing from earlier in the day how overly stimulated he could make her when he chose, how exquisitely painful her orgasms could become, Bridget was thankful for this reprieve especially knowing that he wouldn't be done, with her yet.

Practically crawling back up her body, Garrett kissed her hard and deep so that she could taste her bittersweet musk on his lips. This exchange of fluid only seemed to excite him more and she could feel his hardness nudging against her leg, moving upwards towards her core. Despite the fact that she had just experienced one release, she still found her insides aching to hold him. There was just something so much more intimately satisfying about having him inside of her it caused a fuller and more complete climax when they were joined together.

Letting one of her legs slide down to the ground, he kept the other hooked over his elbow, opening her most sensitive parts to him as his erection rubbed against her swollen folds, creamy with the remnants of her orgasm. Bridget moaned into his mouth, taking his tongue deeper as her entire lower body tingled. She felt wonderfully tight as he began to press into her, the position making it hard for her to arch up against him the way she wanted to, but at the same time she luxuriated in his control over her. Having him take control over her body felt completely different now that she'd accepted him, made the choice to find pleasure with him.

The thick rod of his cock pushed inside of her, shoving almost too quickly for comfort. Her walls spammed around him and she whimpered into his mouth. Somehow his love-making felt different, as if he was more desperate for her, as if he was on fire with a need that only she could quench. He held her open for his hard thrusts, her free leg wrapping around his body to pull him into her, a move that made him gasp and break off the kiss as his back arched pushing himself deeply into her crevice.

Crying out, Bridget clawed at his shoulders, her nails raking over his flesh in passion as they moved together.

Bowing his head down Garrett began to nibble and kiss at her neck as he rode her body, murmuring her name over and over into her hair and skin. She loved the way her name sounded on his lips, in that deep voice. He said her name the way a man in the desert cried out for water.

"Yes.... yes.... yes... yes..." she chanted breathlessly, her tension winding higher and higher. The arm that wasn't holding onto her leg wound behind her, gripping her shoulders and pulling her hard against him as he plundered her body, his lips returning to hers to cut off her voice. She was drowning in his kiss, in the ecstasy that tightened her insides, feeling full to bursting with her hot passion.

She screamed against his lips as his tongue delved deep into her mouth, muffling her erotic cries. Digging her nails into his shoulders she clung to him, a tear leaking from the crease of her eye at the intense storm of sensation that flowed out from her convulsing tunnel, the fiery, tingling wash of sensual bliss that filled her up and exploded outwards. The intensity of her feminine climax had Garrett groaning as he ground himself against her, the spasmodic gyrations of her tunnel sucking at his cock until he thrust himself fully into her and held, filling her with hot fluid. Bridget's foot dug into his buttocks as he released into her body, holding him tightly against her until they were both sated to repletion.

Slowly their muscles relaxed and his kiss softened, his tongue making little licks inside her mouth before their lips closed and then opened again, a series of kisses as the tension flowed out of them. Bridget moaned softly as he shifted against her, her cunt feeling wonderfully sore from all the pleasure that he had wrung from her today.

"Ah Bridget," he murmured, kissing her lips again and then trailing kisses down her jaw and neck.

Eventually he shifted off of her and pulled her into his arms, tucking her head against his shoulder as he wrapped himself around her. Cocooned in his body, Bridget slept.

It was midday when Samuel and Blaine returned, smirks on their faces and saddlebags loaded down with jewelry and silver. Garrett strode out the meet them, as Patrick was busy entertaining the Princess. He felt his chest constrict, knowing that their arrival meant a return to his real life.

How did it go, he asked his voice harsher than he meant it to be out of the corner of his eye he saw his little maid glance at him, as if wondering what was going through his head many times he had thought that she was almost too observant.

Well enough, said Samuel, looking very pleased with his self it was a good haul, but we couldn't get into the safe in the master bedroom.

Garrett groaned. It occurred to him that his groan was only half-faked, as this was supposed to have been the very outcome that he'd hoped for. One of the reasons that Patrick kept him around was because there was no one better at getting into safes, and none of the other men had any talent in that area. Unless they had tools with which to break apart the iron bands around the box - tools which were heavy and noisy - Garrett's services were often needed. All in all it had been the perfect cover for him for years now. He still needed to get into the nobleman's house, specifically into that safe, but after last night he was more loathe than ever leaving Bridget alone in the camp. Especially since now Patrick would probably insist on Garrett undertaking the burglary alone, rather than having the men with him, since they had already cleaned out the rest of the haul.

Leaving her alone with all three of the other men had never been his plan, but the only other option was refusing to go after the safe. But he had to go after the safe; his vows required it, duty demanded it and for the safety of king and country he must.

"You'll have to go Garrett," said Patrick, and the three men turned to see their leader stepping out of his tent, looking far more satisfied than a mere fucking could provide. It was quite obvious that he was pleased Garrett would have to quit the camp for a bit. Probably to re-establish his leadership with the other men, but there could be a more personal reason than that.

Now, more than ever, he didn't want to leave Bridget alone. But truthfully, she'd be safer here until he could return. So he'd just have to do so as quickly as possible. He nodded to Patrick curtly and strode over to his own saddlebags that held the necessary tools, his mind already racing.
While he didn't think that Patrick would find any entertainment in abusing her when Garrett wasn't around to be baited by it, he didn't want to count on that. He couldn't wait until he could finish his mission and quit this camp, taking Bridget with him. After last night he felt quite sure that she'd be happy to go. Although he wasn't entirely sure of her feelings, he'd finally admitted to himself how entangled his had become concerning her and he was fairly certain that they were returned.

He just had to make sure that she wasn't harmed before he could take her off to England with him.

Bridget watched with astonishment as Garrett packed up his bags, spoke with each of the men individually and then climbed onto his horse. Not one word of protest from him at Patrick's order... no, just on his horse and off to the same house Samuel and Blaine had just returned from which meant that he was going to be gone for at least one night, leaving her here at the mercy of the other men and not one looked in her direction.

Furiously she scrubbed at the morning's dishes.

"Ah... little maid," Samuel said coldly, his fingers twining through her hair and pulling her head back to meet his icy blue gaze. "I missed you."

After she'd finally decided to trust Garrett, had given herself over to him, he'd left her the mercy of his comrades without a second glance. Fury lit her heart. Last night she'd fooled herself into thinking that she meant something to him, fooled herself into thinking that perhaps not everything about this situation was awful. Romantic meanderings that had no place in her life this morning she'd thought herself half in love with him. Now she realized she hated the bastard.