Being the Maid Ch. 09

"Come on little maid," he said brusquely, standing quickly. "Time for bed."

The slow seductive smile that she gave him as she wobbled to her feet didn't leave him any doubt that she was done trying to get what her body was craving in its inebriated and confused state, but he hoped that once he got her to the tent she would lie down and fall asleep. Ushering her to the tent not being used by Samuel and the Princess, doing his best to ignore the moans and squeals coming from the other tent, Garrett ducked in behind her just as she began taking off her clothes.

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"Bridget, stop, lie down sweetheart," Garrett said, gripping her wrist.

Irritated, Bridget pulled away from him. She wanted her clothes off. "Too hot."

With a sigh Garrett helped her disrobe as she giggled dizzily, her head swirling. Her cunt was damp with arousal, her body pulsing now that he was so close and she was naked, her nipples hard and ready for his mouth and fingers. Stumbling forward, she pressed her naked body against his, wanting to feel the heat and warmth of him, the life and vitality. It helped to press away the memory of Patrick's dying flesh, replacing it with living man. Pressing her lips to his, she tried to thrust her tongue into his mouth, wanting him to blot out the memories, but he pulled away and Bridget made an aggravated noise.

"Sweetheart, lie down, you don't want to do this."

"Don't tell me what I do and don't want," she said, anger flashing in her eyes. She went for him again and as he tried to pull away they got tangled up in each other. Garrett twisted as they fell, arranging it so that Bridget landed on top of him, knocking his breath out a bit as she giggled and wriggled around, rubbing her body against his. "Ooooo... you can't pretend you don't want this." Rubbing her mound against the large bulge at the front of his breeches, Bridget pressed her lips to his again. She could feel the shuddering sigh that went through him as they kissed. Being on top gave her a sense of power, even more so than the last time she'd been on top of him because she could feel his resistance and the way it wavered as she squirmed and kissed.

Heat and need shivered up her spine as she felt him trying to lift her off of him. Angry, she allowed him to push her upwards, and then she shimmied up his body, pressing her shins down over his biceps so that he was trapped. Of course she knew that he could push her off if he really wanted to, but she was going to do her best not to let him. With her cunt splayed open over his face, Bridget reached down and grabbed his hair, pushing his mouth into her wetness.

"Lick me," she whispered. Garrett's arms could bend enough to grasp her thighs, pulling them farther apart as he began to lick her, having decided that it would be easier to appease her, give her an orgasm and then let her fall asleep.

Bridget moaned as she began to ride his face, his mouth suckling at her nether lips and drinking in the sweet honey that had gathered there. She felt wanton and powerful, this strong man trapped between her thighs, beneath her body, pleasuring her with his lips and tongue, nibbling at her with his teeth. Excitement surged through her as she kept one hand on his hair, the other coming up to pinch and toy with her nipples as he laved at her sensitive flesh. His tongue thrust up inside of her and she moaned, the grip on his hair tightening.

Was this how the men felt when they had her on her knees and were pushing their cocks into her mouth? Now she could almost understand the appeal and she began to ride Garrett's face harder, liking the idea that she was forcing him to pleasure her, turning the tables on him when he'd so obviously been reluctant. Now she was in charge and he was doing her bidding!

"Ooooooh yeeeeeeeeeees," she cried out as he began to lick and suck at her little pearl, pulling the sensitive nubbin with his teeth and suckling it between his lips. She could feel her climax gathering, like storm clouds at the center of her being, lightning sparks flashing through her core as Garrett masterfully pleasured her. Her thighs trembled with the effort of holding herself above him until she couldn't take it anymore and she leaned forward, weight on her knees and one hand, the other still gripping his hair tightly as she forced his mouth against her. "OH Garrett.... oh.... I can't.... oh GARRETT!!"

The sucking sensation on her clit increased as her pussy spasmed, her body rocking on his face as pleasure shuddered through her. He was relentless, lavishing his oral attentions on her as she climaxed, furthering her ecstasy as she moaned and gyrated on his face.

Finally Bridget pulled away, her pussy feeling only partly satisfied, and she realized that she wouldn't be completely satisfied until her cunt was convulsing around hard meat, rather than quivering around emptiness. Scooting down Garrett's body, she attacked the front of his breeches, almost before he knew what she was doing, freeing his hard cock from the tight confines of his pants.

"Bridget, no, stop," he reached for her and Bridget grabbed his hands, twining her fingers through his and pushing his hands down on either side of his head. With her knees on the ground, straddling his groin, she brought her feet up so that they were resting on his thighs, pressing down so that her entire weight was on top of him. Perhaps if he hadn't been wounded and surprised, it wouldn't have been as effective, but she managed to pin him beneath her as she rubbed the head of his cock over her sopping folds.

"Don't worry Garrett, I'll make you feel good," she crooned, echoing some of his own words that he'd used with her. The thrill she got from holding him down, from knowing that for whatever reason he didn't want to have sex right now and she was going to make him, was shocking to her, even in her inebriated state. But she was too excited to stop.

"Not like this," he said, pressing his hands upwards, but Bridget sat down, taking the entire length of his thick shaft into her body with one hard stroke and he spasmed beneath her, giving her the chance to press his hands down again.

"Yes, just like this." Bridget moaned as his cock flexed inside of her and then she rose upwards until just the tip of his head was inside of her, rocking back and forth with slight movements so that it popped in and out of her hole as Garrett groaned beneath her, his hips trying to surge upwards only to find himself shockingly stopped by the weight of her feet pressing down on them. Wounded from the earlier fight, exhausted from the night before and the activities of the day, and willpower quickly being drained by Bridget's teasing and her snug wetness, Garrett found himself unable to stop her from taking what she wanted as she slammed her body back down on top of his, grinding her groin into his pelvis.

Bridget began riding him, using him like her own personal toy as she bounced up and down on top of him, swirling her hips and rubbing her clit against the base of his cock. She would rise up and tease his head often as he moaned beneath her, trying to thrust upwards, glorying in her domination over him, before slamming herself back down again and reliving the joy of his thick penetration filling her cunt. Throwing her head back, Bridget rocked on top of him, squeezing his meat with her inner muscles and taking her time as she slowly built her climax, loving the feel of him inside of her and the way he'd succumbed to her drunken fucking, his desire for her overpowering his reluctance.

Truthfully she didn't understand why he was reluctant, but she now understood how erotic it was to coax his body into enjoyment and desire anyway, to feel him go from trying to resist her to trying to pump his cock into her body. His movements beneath her were becoming stronger, making it harder for her to pin him down, but with her legs situated the way they were, all he could do was lift her body up, he couldn't thrust his cock into her, and so she could tease him to her heart's content before taking him fully inside of her again. Every long thrust was bliss, spearing upwards into her grasping channel, filling her so deliciously in exactly the way her body craved.

The warmth of the liquor in her blood made her core feel even more wet, fueling her sensual abandon. She moaned and bounced, wiggled and gasped as she used his cock like a fuck toy, ignoring his own pleas and whimpers as she sensually tormented them both. His cock twitched inside of her, but every time she could feel him beginning to tense beneath her, she would slow her movements, going back to tease his head to keep him from coming. Sometimes she leaned down to take his tiny nipples in her mouth and suck and tug on them with his teeth, making him jerk beneath her. When they kissed he assaulted her mouth as if he could drink in her essence, taking what little control that he could over their passionate kisses.

It was an entirely new experience for Bridget and she gloried in raping him, taking from him the pleasure that she craved, feeding the hot need between her legs with his reluctant body.

"Oh fuck... Bridget... please..." he begged as she teased his head again, rubbing it around her slick opening. They'd been fucking for so long that his entire shaft glistened with lubrication, her wet juices matting the hair around its base, and her clit felt like it was twice its usual size.

Hearing him beg sent a jolt of lightning straight through to that sensitive nub and she slammed down on him again, knowing that it was for the last time. The thick knob of his cock rubbed over her g-sport, sinking deep inside of her like a bar of steel as she began to ride him in earnest. Her fast, rough movements were such a change from the teasing, languid pace that she'd been keeping that Garrett heaved beneath her immediately, his cock twitching inside of her.

"Garrett... ohhhh yes... oh that's so goooood..." Bridget's back arched as he pulsed against her walls, his cock somehow growing thicker, longer, harder, as cum began to boil out of his balls and shove its way up his shaft and into her body. She screamed her elation as she convulsed, the hot fluid of his cum filling her quivering chasm as ecstasy flared from her needy center and flowed throughout her entire body. Bridget's clit was trapped between her body and his pubic bone, the little nubbin pinched and rubbed as she came, her hips rotating back and forth on top of him.

"FUCK... BRIDGET...." Garrett bellowed as his long awaited climax surged and filled her, his cock bursting inside of her like a geyser, spewing forth hot liquid. He bucked beneath her, groaning with pleasure as they moved with mutual culmination, their bodies feeding off of each other. Bridget's movements continued long after Garrett was spent, his cock still half hard in her grasping tunnel as she wrung him dry, her overstimulated nerves causing her to jerk and flop on top of him until she finally collapsed, her soft breasts pillowed against his chest.

She murmured sleepily as he stroked her hair, the deep rumbling in his chest indicating that he was speaking to her although she couldn't understand any of the words. Drunk and sated, Bridget snuggled into him and slept.

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The next morning Garrett awoke at his usual time feeling completely refreshed mentally, although sore and aching from his wounds. The soft bundle of woman in his arms sighed and squirmed closer to his warmth and he held her tight, relishing the feel of her in his arms. Once she woke up she might not be so pleased to see him. It was a little unnerving how easily she'd over taken his intentions last night, using him for her pleasure. And he'd enjoyed every moment of it, even if he was unsure that it had been the best idea. She was a right handful when she wanted to be and he sincerely hoped that she'd agree to come with him, that she wouldn't wake up feeling angry over her drunken antics. Because she hadn't been quite in her right mind last night and he'd known that even if she hadn't at the time. It should have been his responsibility to make sure that she didn't do anything she'd regret later.

Sighing, Garrett reluctantly pulled himself away from her clinging arms and tucked her in, heading outside to make breakfast and put something together to help with the morning-after head she was sure to have, considering how much liquor she'd put away last night.

By the time the food was almost ready, Samuel had joined him and the two men began to negotiate for what was going to come next.

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Voices outside woke the Princess and she moaned as she came awake. Mostly out of frustration. That bastard Samuel had none of Patrick's finesse. Not that she'd been entirely sorry to see the former bandit leader die, in fact she'd snickered to see him brought down by a lowly maid, but he'd certainly known his way around a woman's body and the pain and pleasure that she craved. Samuel wanted something entirely different. While Eleanor wanted to be tied down, tormented and whipped, Samuel wanted her to struggle, he wanted to be rough and he didn't want to take his time about it.

Of course, Eleanor enjoyed the roughness, but what was the point of struggling if he wasn't really hurting her? Being held down had its own appeal, although it wasn't nearly as satisfying as the ropes that Patrick had tied her with. And Samuel hadn't been entirely delighted by her performance either, she remembered sourly. It wasn't until he began to force his cock into her ass that she'd truly begun to struggle.

She liked pain and domination, not degradation, and she hated the shameful dirtiness of having a cock in her asshole. Patrick had quickly come to that realization and used it for punishment; Samuel had delighted in degrading her, holding her down over a mound of pillows, her flailing limbs not helping her at all as he thrust at her from behind, ravaging that tiny hole. It had burned and cramped, he was much rougher on that back entryway than Patrick had ever been, forcing his cock in to its full length almost immediately and then pounding her with long, hard strokes that jammed his meat into her bowels. While she'd liked the pain, she'd hated where it was come from.

Even worse was when she'd climaxed, her abused hole tightening around his thick meat as the pain sent her swirling into ecstasy, her humiliation at his hands complete.

And on top of everything, she wasn't even sure who was the leader now! Was it him or Garrett? She couldn't stand the thought that she might be given over for pleasure to an underling. Too quick pleasure at that; her body had only been somewhat satisfied by Samuel's rough anal rape. She needed a man to take time with her, strap her, hurt her until he finally spent himself in her for her to achieve the culmination that she truly needed. Garrett was certainly the man to do that, she knew from the sounds she'd heard when he'd taken his pleasure with her slut of a maid that he always took his time with a woman, she was sure that he could give her what she needed. Plus, she suspected that once they had time to work things out, Garrett would take charge of Samuel.

Her lips curved into a smile. Of course that would mean that she would finally become Garrett's woman and find out exactly what he had been doing to that little whore that made her moan so. Why would any leader, even of a two man bandit group, choose to pleasure himself with anything but the best? With her royal bloodlines and beauty, there was no doubt which of the two women was the more desirable.

Artfully arranging her dress so that a goodly expanse of bosom showed, the Princess went outside to see the men.

"Are you sure, my Lord?" Samuel asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Don't call me that," Garrett snapped, lowering his voice and muttering something else that she couldn't quite hear.

Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention and she could see the little maid looking at the two men in shock. Apparently she had heard as well. Satisfaction ran through Princess Eleanor. No wonder she'd been so interested in Garrett this whole time! He had some kind of noble blood. What was he doing with these ruffians? she wondered. Perhaps he was the black sheep of a family or some such. Or even a spy! How exciting. And satisfying, since she would no longer need to demean herself by finding her pleasure with base men, surely Garrett would pleasure her even more thoroughly than Patrick had.

Princess Eleanor glided forward to accept her breakfast, making sure to dip down low enough that Garrett could see into her gaping top, all the way down her creamy breast to her pink nipple.

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Garrett handed the Princess her food, watching Bridget from the corner of his eye. From the pale, shocked look on her face after she'd excited the tent, he had to assume that she'd heard Samuel's mocking honorific. Damn the man. He might be one of Garrett's father's more valued resources, but sometimes he was just a pain in the ass. Now Garrett would have to talk to Bridget and explain things sooner than he'd meant to. He'd wanted to give her more time to get used to him now that Patrick was gone and he could be himself, let her get to know who he was as a man, let her see the man he wanted to be for her, before he told her about his family.

Taking a deep breath he stood, holding Bridget's breakfast in one hand, and walked towards his quarry. The pursed lips and glinting eyes belied her pale cheeks - she was not only shocked, she seemed angry. Because of last night? Because of what Samuel had said? Or was it pain and not anger that tightened her lips? Cursing the timing, Garrett handed her the bowl of food.

"Might we walk? I'd like to talk to you," he said in a low voice.

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Author's Note: There will be one more chapter in this series... I've enjoyed writing it immensely and I hope you have all enjoyed reading it! The last chapter is probably going to be very long but I will complete it as soon as I can. Thanks for reading!