The Brat, the Bodyguard, and the Bounty Hunter

by Loki Renard

  “Why? Because it would mean there would be something in my life you didn’t control?”

  Tom’s blue eyes and Harris’s brown gaze settled on her with varying levels of intensity, but the same masculine resolve.

  “That’s right, little lady,” Tom drawled. “You’re ours, to do with as we see fit. Sooner you learn that, the easier things will be. Now come inside. I got a surprise for you in the bedroom.”

  Dutifully, Fiona and Harris followed Tom in to the big old room with the bed that was more than big enough to fit all three of them. Fiona kept close to Harris and was glad when he settled into an armchair and pulled her down atop him, wrapping one arm around her waist.

  Tom had a few things laid out on the nightstand, and some more in the drawer, judging by the way he slid it open and smiled at whatever was inside. Fiona did not have a good feeling about that smile. It was a little too broad and secretive for her liking, a little too suggestive.

  “In light of your tantrums this afternoon, we’re going to try something new tonight,” Tom said. He produced a little pink rubber widget, bluntly pointed at its tip and flared at the base. “You know what this is?”

  Fiona squirmed, more out of instinct than knowledge. Sitting on Harris’s knee gave her some semblance of security, but the gleam in Tom’s eye told her she was in trouble. The good kind of trouble, but still trouble.

  “This, my darling, is a butt plug,” Tom said. “And it’s going in your bottom.”

  “No, it’s not.”

  “Mhm. Yes, it is.”

  Fiona frowned. In the past, that frown had gotten hotel rooms comped, clothing given to her for free and private access to places she had no business being. With Tom it got her precisely nothing.

  “What’s the point of it?”

  “You’ll feel the point in that pouty little butt of yours,” Tom said, patting his lap. “Come lay over here and see what you have coming.”

  Fiona knew she could refuse. She also knew that the penalty for refusing Tom was a damn good spanking.

  “I don’t want to,” she whined. “That looks scary.”

  “Aw, c’mon, it doesn’t look scary. It’s small and pink and sweet, just like you,” Tom cajoled. Fiona felt Harris stroking her hair back from her face, gentling her. His solid, quiet presence reassured her. She managed to find her feet and to accept Tom’s outstretched hand.

  “Why don’t you get her ready?” Tom was speaking to Harris. “We’ll need her nice and wet.”

  Fiona ended up with her panties down and skirt off, laid over Tom’s lap with Harris behind her, caressing her bottom and thighs. Harris had a magic touch, he knew just how to pet her most sensitive spots. Soon his fingers were sliding up the inside of her thighs and dancing down her pussy lips.

  “More,” she moaned.

  “Oh, you want more?” Harris’s hand stilled. “What do you want more of?”

  “More of you.”

  She felt him stroke her nether lips a few more times, then slide his fingers inside her pussy. It felt so good she momentarily forgot all about Tom and his wicked toy. She spread her thighs and arched her bottom, wanting more thick fingers inside her.

  That was when she felt a dab of cold gel land against her bottom hole, swiftly followed by a warm finger which started to massage the gel in and around the sensitive skin.

  “No!” Fiona whined. But it was no good. By that stage, Harris had three fingers deep inside her, spreading her, and one hand free to slap her bottom while Tom lubricated her anal bud.

  “Relax, sweetheart,” Tom crooned. “It won’t hurt at all if you relax.”

  She tried to relax, but it was difficult. Locked between her lovers, she had no choice but to submit to their ministrations, however. The finger at her bottom hole became more insistent, pressing at her tight bud.

  “Give her a little smack.”

  She heard Tom say the words a moment before a hard palm descended on her bottom.

  “Ow!”

  “Do as you’re told and relax,” Tom said gruffly. “If you tense up, it’ll hurt.”

  “It hurts now!” She wailed as another slap landed on her bottom. “And that hurts more!”

  Harris landed a swift slapping volley to her bottom, all the while feeding his fingers in and out of her pussy. It caught her between pleasure and pain and distracted her from what was happening around her anal bud just long enough for her to relax and for Tom to slip the tip of the small butt plug in.

  To Fiona’s extreme surprise, it didn’t hurt. It actually… felt good. She relaxed a little more and it slid in a little more and very soon it was sitting neatly inside her butt, the flared base keeping it nice and snug against her bottom.

  “There,” Tom said, slapping her cheek lightly. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? All that fuss for nothing.”

  “Maybe,” Fiona admitted, wriggling her butt back and forth to see how it felt. She could feel the intrusion, but it was just… there. It wasn’t stretching or hurting, it was just a constant reminder that Tom had decided the toy was going in her butt, and so it had. “What’s the point?”

  “The point,” Tom said, stroking her hair, “is that I intend to have every part of you ready for us. Your mouth, your pussy, and your bottom.”

  She wrinkled her nose at that. “Why?”

  “Why?” Tom chuckled. “Because that way you’ll know you are ours.”

  “But why in my bottom? Why would you even…” she screwed her face up more. “I don’t go around putting things in your bottom.”

  “No,” Tom agreed, “you don’t. But I think you’ll find this isn’t all bad.”

  He began to play with the tip of the toy, tapping the bottom of it so that it moved inside her. The sensation was a curious, toe curling one, especially with Harris’s faithful fingers still keeping her pussy nice and full.

  “You’re going to keep this in for a while,” Tom informed her. “I think it will help with some of your behavioral issues.”

  “I don’t have behavioral issues,” Fiona gasped, subsequently purring as Harris brushed his thumb across her clit.

  “Now that’s a lie,” Tom said, whacking her bottom quite soundly. “You’re the biggest brat this side of the river.”

  “What river?”

  “Any river,” Tom replied with another swat to her bottom. “You’re a troublesome little minx.”

  “No I ain’t,” Fiona said, mimicking his accent, and earning herself another slap. Truth was, the spanking felt good. Every slap made Harris’s thumb dance across her clit and though Tom was being all sexy and dominant, he wasn’t being all disciplinary and dominant, which made a real difference.

  “If you get to put something in my bottom, I think Harris should get to put something in my pussy,” she said boldly.

  “Like what?”

  “Like his dick.”

  “Well I’m sure he’d be more than happy to oblige a lady,” Tom drawled.

  He was right. Without so much as saying a word, Harris sat up on a chair and drew Fiona down against him, facing her away so she was sitting in his lap all innocent like, except for the fact that his cock had been freed from his trousers and was sliding up into her pussy. He put his hands on her hips and helped her raise and lower herself on his thick pole of flesh.

  Tom watched, a sexy grin on his face as she worked herself on Harris’s cock. “Yeah, I’m going to need you to do something for me too,” he said after a minute or two had gone by. He came close and stood by her face, the bulge in his pants giving her a fair idea of what he wanted.

  With Harris guiding her up and down along the shaft of his dick, Fiona reached out and undid Tom’s fly. She reached in and wrapped her hand around the width of his cock, loving how hard he was. They were both always so damn hard for her.

  Pulling Tom’s manhood out, Fiona wrapped her lips around the end of it and began sucking enthusiastically. The combined groans of pleasure from Tom and Harris t
old her she was doing it more than right, and she added her own feminine gasps, especially when Harris held her down and ground himself inside her, making her take his full length.

  The plug in her butt further amplified the experience, stretching her where she’d never been stretched before. As always when she found herself between Harris and Tom, Fiona abandoned herself to the moment, to their hands and to their cocks. Tom pulled her top down to fondle her breasts while he thrust himself into her tender mouth, and Harris was paying attention to her clit, strumming it as he thrust up into her pussy with short, fast thrusts.

  She came before either of them, both her mouth and pussy contracting around their flesh. They kept going, fucking her through her orgasm and into another, then another. Fiona had not known it was possible to cum and cum and cum some more, but Harris and Tom made it happen with their artful mastery of her body.

  Of the two men, Tom was the first to cum. He ejaculated inside her mouth, urging her to swallow his seed. When she did, he rewarded her with a tender kiss, then went and laid on the bed.

  Tiring of the chair position, Harris picked her up as if she weighed nothing and laid her down on the bed too, face down next to Tom, who gave her more of those sweet kisses while Harris slid into her from behind, giving her a long, languid ride to the final orgasm of the evening.

  She felt herself shivering around him as he came, milking his cock into her pussy. Then Harris held himself deep inside her, turning her on her side so as to spoon her from the back while Tom cuddled her from the front. He seemed reluctant to pull out, so she was kept filled, Harris in her pussy, the plug in her butt. Both were still inside her when all three of them fell asleep.

  Chapter Eleven

  Harris’s life had never been sweeter. For a whole week the threesome had enjoyed a sort of idyllic disconnection from the rest of the world. Fiona’s behavior still wasn’t precisely good, but she was beginning to settle, and the sex was mind-blowingly good.

  Every morning started with sex. Sometimes Harris would awake to find Fiona obediently giving Tom one of his coveted morning blow jobs, other times he would wake first and pull her panties to the side and press his cock into her pussy. Fiona loved the attention, if she were to wake first, she would sometimes tease them by rubbing both their cocks until one or the other fucked her. Usually, they both did.

  Thinking sexual thoughts, Harris was distracted in his walk around the perimeter, a sort of unofficial patrol. He was thinking about what Fiona’s lips looked like wrapped around his cock, how sweet her eyes were when she gazed up at him.

  Crackkk… Twhipp!

  A bullet hit the side of the house, shattering the calm… Harris swore and ducked for cover, suddenly aware he didn’t have his weapon on him. Cursing himself for his stupidity, he found himself pinned down behind the old stone wall which was having chunks torn out of it with the whizzing pinging of subsequent small arms fire.

  “Harris! Get your ass inside!”

  Tom shouted the order from the top window, where he was returning fire on a black SUV, which had parked in such a fashion as to block the front gate.

  Harris made a run for the front door and managed to reach the interior of the house mere moments before a bullet struck the wood where his head had been.

  He ran for his gun, but by the time he’d reached it, the gunfire had stopped and the sound of squealing tires told him that the SUV had peeled out.

  “What the hell was that?” Harris stood at the door, entirely too exposed for common sense, but with adrenaline pumping through his veins.

  “A warning,” Tom said grimly “Get Fiona.”

  Harris ran into the upstairs bedroom and found Fiona cowering behind a chest of drawers. Thank God she had a decent survival instinct when it came to hiding.

  “Fiona, come here, baby, come here.” He reached for her and drew her out. She was shaking like a leaf.

  “There was shooting,” she said, her voice trembling.

  “There was,” Harris said. “We have to get out of here. Come on, Fiona.”

  “I need my things.”

  She stood up and started fussing around the place, picking up earrings and mascara and bits of clothing.

  “Where’s Fiona!”

  Tom shouted the question up the stairs. The loud noise made Fiona jump and start crying.

  “She’s up here,” Harris called back. He did his best to calm Fiona back down and went to the top of the stairs to meet Tom on the way up. “Quit the yelling,” he murmured. “You’re scaring her.”

  “She should be scared,” Tom said. “We have people shooting at us. Let’s go!”

  “My shoes!” Fiona was whining. “I can’t find my favorite shoes!”

  “Forget your shoes. We’re going. Now.”

  Tom was in commando mode, which wasn’t working for Fiona, not at all. She was tearing up again, and the louder he got, the more tearful Fiona became. In the end Harris wrapped his arms around her, hoisted her up over his shoulder, and carried her down the stairs. Tom lead the way, making sure that their egress was safe. He had the ‘go bag’ he’d insisted they had ready. Just because the shooters had left, didn’t mean they weren’t coming back. They could be back any moment, perhaps with reinforcements.

  Harris bundled Fiona into the car while Tom locked the house, then ran to the driver’s seat. He paused by the driver’s door, then made a different decision.

  “You drive,” he said. “I’ll cover us if need be.”

  Harris took the wheel. He didn’t need to ask where to go. Their escape route had been planned before they even got to the villa. They were headed north, toward Switzerland. The Swiss border was six hours away, a long haul, but worth it.

  “This place is like the Wild West,” Tom complained. “Narrow roads around winding hills. There’s a million places to set up a road block where nobody would ever see you. We should never have come here.”

  In the back, Fiona was curled up, her eyes wide. She was wearing a tank top and short shorts, nothing more than that. She hadn’t even put on a bra.

  Harris was not quite as worried as Tom. He figured if their attackers were good enough to kill, they would have done so. Their approach had been sloppy and reckless. He doubted there were any roadblocks set up, but nevertheless he took a roundabout route, which had the effect of making Tom even more on edge, cursing under his breath every few seconds.

  Harris knew damn well Tom wasn’t usually so tense under fire. It was his attachment to Fiona that was making him so aggressive and concerned. It was a weakness.

  “You alright back there, Fiona?” Harris glanced in the rear view mirror.

  “She’s fine,” Tom said. “She’s in one piece.”

  “There’s a little more to being fine than just being in one piece,” Harris replied.

  “We’ll do the touchy feely stuff later, when I know we’re not being followed.”

  “We’re obviously being followed,” Harris pointed out. “Someone found us.”

  They were approaching a main road, and he was relaxing a little more. Main roads were a good thing. Nothing too untoward was likely to happen on a main road, not unless the people involved were complete maniacs.

  “We’re obviously not being followed by your father,” Tom said, turning around in the seat. “You have some explaining to do, Fiona Fayrefield. Daddies don’t send men to pump lead into their only daughter. Who was that, Fiona?”

  She didn’t reply. She didn’t make so much as a sound. She just sat there, quiet and scared.

  “Fiona!” Tom barked her name.

  “Leave her be,” Harris said. “You’re not going to yell an answer out of her. She probably doesn’t know.”

  “I think she knows,” Tom said. “You know, don’t you, Fiona?”

  Fiona still didn’t reply.

  “Pull the car over,” Tom said. “I want to talk to her.”

  “I’m not pulling the car over until we hit the borde
r, or have to stop for gas,” Harris said. “Just relax and keep an eye out for hostiles until we get to Switzerland. We’ll deal with this there.”

  “We can’t go to Switzerland,” Fiona piped up. “All my things are back in the house.”

  “I got your passport,” Harris said. “And your purse. That’s all you really need.”

  “But all my clothes…”

  “Forget your clothes,” Tom snapped. “Start talking about who is after you. Really.”

  “I don’t know!”

  Tom set his jaw grimly and said nothing more until they stopped at a gas station.

  “Stay in the car, Fiona,” Tom ordered. “We’re getting gas and then we’ll be gone.”

  The moment the car stopped moving, she was out of it. She ignored Tom blithely, knowing he couldn’t do anything in front of the people at the station. There were quite a few normal people milling about the place, locals and tourists alike. It was not the place to draw attention to themselves. If someone were to ask about them it would be very bad if there was a scene that made them particularly memorable.

  Unfortunately, Fiona was a memorable woman. Especially in a tank top cut down to her belly-button and short shorts. Her figure was not entirely slim, but she worked her curves in a way that got attention. More than one woman gave her a dirty look, which did not escape Harris’s attention, or Tom’s either.

  “I’m going to spank that little ass of hers red,” he growled in Harris’s ear as Harris pumped the gas.

  “Just relax. She probably needs to use the bathroom.”

  “Stop making excuses for her.”

  “I’m not,” Harris said. “I’m focusing on what’s actually important. We need to get somewhere secure.”

  Fiona sashayed back with handfuls of junk food. She got into the car without a word to either of the men. Before Harris could do anything about it, Tom was in the back seat with her and his voice was raised.