A/N: This chapter contains total and utter smutty kinky evilness. It's pure filth, so you have been warned. Guess my smut muse has come out to play.

Tee'dOff

Chapter Six

The morning's round of golf had proved informative, lunch had been another painful affair and I now found myself back at the hotel suite with my girlfriend. We were planning on comparing notes and sharing any information we had managed to gather. Beyond that, the rest of the afternoon was free from any further commitments.

It was nice to finally leave Phil and Hank behind, and I was pretty sure that Bailey was glad to ditch Jessica, and Hank's date, who was apparently called Simone.

Within seconds of entering our suite, Bailey had tugged off her ridiculously high heels and tossed her tiny purse on the coffee table. She stood on the soft carpet of the lounge and wiggled her bare toes. "Oh man, that feels damn good," she moaned.

I squeezed her ass as I walked past. "You picked those shoes, babe."

"I need the height; I'm such a short arse."

"You're fine just the way you are. Do you ever hear me complaining?"

She smiled. "I guess not. Man, I need a strong drink, or some Advil, or maybe some Valium. I think I fried half my brain cells listening to that bullshit all morning."

"You learn anything useful?" I quizzed.

Bailey flopped down on the couch, her short dress barely covering her thighs. "In amongst all that shite and drivel, maybe a couple of bits of information."

The door opened and Anthony came barreling in; he looked decidedly grumpy. "I want a word with you, Bailey!"

She tipped her head back to look up at him. "Tony darling, whatever is the matter?"

"You bitch!" he hissed as he stalked over to the mini bar and pulled out a bottle of beer. "How could you do that to me?"

"Stop being such a drama queen. We had to introduce you as something, and I thought it better to associate you with me than with your brother and Rangeman."

Anthony loomed over her and glared. "I can understand that as we'd not discussed my role in advance, but why did you have to make me your gay P.A?"

"What's got you in such a snit, the P.A bit, or the gay bit?" Bailey laughed.

He ran his hand over his blond dreads and sighed. "I don't know, neither really, it's just…"

"I just challenged your masculinity, huh?"

"Yeah, why couldn't I have been your bodyguard or something?"

I handed her a glass of wine and she laughed at Anthony. "Sweetie, I did it for your own good; did you not see the way Jessica was looking at you? She wanted to eat you for breakfast and A. she's married and B. I don't think she's your type. The last thing Rangeman needs this weekend is for her to try and get into your pants. Telling her you were gay was just a way to keep her at bay."

I moved Bailey's legs, sat down next to her and then repositioned her feet in my lap. "I thought you told me back in Trenton that I should take Antony to keep the wife occupied instead of dragging you along?"

Bailey rubbed her heel across my groin. "I also told you to bring an escort, Ric. Besides, Jessica's a skank, so I suspect Anthony is actually pleased to be off the hook."

My brother sat down in front of us on the edge of the coffee table. "It has to be said that Jessica is not my type of woman, and I suppose you could say that I am marginally thankful for not having to fend her off all weekend."

"See, it's all good," Bailey said with a grin.

I rubbed my hand up and down her bare leg a couple of times. "How was the spa?"

"A mediocre massage, followed by half an hour sitting around in a robe with some green goo smeared all over my face and a serious crisis averted by my ability to lie through my teeth."

"What sort of crisis?" I asked, dreading her response.

"Well… there was this little problem with the massage."

"Bailey, what sort of problem?"

She parted the top of her dress up to reveal her left shoulder; her black tattoo was clearly visible.

"Oh," I said with a frown.

Anthony chuckled. "The massage oil worked like makeup remover did it?"

She blushed. "Something like that; I had a little bit of explaining to do."

"I certainly think you did," he said jovially.

"Well?" I prompted.

"I told them that when I was younger I went through a wild phase and dated a rock star – some obscure British one that I doubted that they'd ever heard of, and that back then I thought it would be cool to get a few tattoos. Of course I now regret this decision and have to spend a fortune covering them up."

"And they bought your story?" I asked.

"Hook, line and sinker; tossed in a couple references to shagging in the toilets at a few award ceremonies, loutish behavior, losing a few days to a cocaine haze, the size of this guy's cock and the like , and they were more than happy. Guess it's not what you know but who you sleep with.

Jessica once screwed a guy that had a walk on part in Sex in the City, and Simone did some bloke with a couple of lines in a horror movie. Me, I guess I topped them both with a bona fide rock star. "

I shook my head, "But babe, you didn't sleep with a rock star."

She smirked. "Maybe I should have said that I bent the truth a little, rather than saying that I lied."

"You slept with a rock star?" I asked in a mixture of bewilderment and horror.

"It was for a job, so I didn't actually have a relationship with him; just fucked him a couple of times. It was a cushy gig and it paid really well."

My brother shook his head. "What sort of weird ass job required you to sleep with a rock star?"

Bailey stretched, her dress riding up even higher. "If I told you…"

"Yeah, yeah," Anthony muttered.

I slid my hand up her thigh. "So you're not even going to tell me who it was, babe?"

"Maybe."

I moved my finger up her leg just a little higher and stopped short of the promised land by a mere inch. "Maybe?"

Bailey shot me a sultry smile and then turned to my brother, "Anthony, could you pass me my purse?"

He handed over the small black clutch, and Bailey extracted a $100 bill. She held the note out to him. "Don't you need to go to the bar and utilize their wireless connection or something, Anthony?"

He frowned. "Not really, there's wi-fi in the room."

Bailey rolled her eyes. "It's called a polite hint; now fuck off for a couple of hours, will you."

"Oh."

"Exactly," she said as she brushed her foot over my groin again.

"I'll be, you know…" my brother muttered.

"You better knock first when you come back," I informed him.

Anthony shook his head and headed for the door. "I get it; I know when I'm not welcome."

I turned back to Bailey."So?"

"Yes?"

The door clicked shut and I slid my hand back up Bailey's leg to the top of her thigh. "Where were we?"

She shifted closer to me, her legs parted a little more and her dress rode up even higher. "You're in roughly the right place; maybe about an inch higher and a touch to the right."

I kept my hand where it was. "So, you little minx, do you realize what you've been doing to me all morning?"

Bailey tried to look innocent and failed miserably. "I don't know what on earth you mean, Ric."

"The image of you in this dress has been driving me to distraction; it totally ruined my game. I didn't even need to tone my golfing skills down to Phil and Hank's level; they both beat me because I was so wrapped up in the thoughts of what I wanted to do to you this afternoon."

She rubbed her foot over my growing erection. "And what do you want to do to me, soldier?"

"I want to slowly unfasten that sexy little dress of yours, lay you out on this couch and fuck you till you scream. Then I want to tie your hands behind your back with the silk belt, bend you over the coffee table and fuck you some more. And then, if you're a very good girl, I want to tie you spread-eagled to the bed and do something very wicked with a wine cooler full of ice cubes."

"I think," she said huskily as she slid off the couch and stood in front of me, hands on her hips, "That you cheated last night, and that you also owe me for blabbing to your little brother. So I think with that in mind, I want you naked and in the bedroom on your knees in the next sixty seconds."

I raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Bailey glared at me over the rim of her glasses. "Move it, soldier!"

Her English accent was back and a small shiver shot down my spine. "You sure you want me naked and on my knees?"

"Did I say you could speak?"

I shook my head.

"Do I need to spank you for your appalling disobedience?"

I shook my head again as I reached down to adjust my painfully swollen cock.

Bailey's hand shot out and she slapped me across the face. "I didn't give you permission to touch yourself, soldier. Get in that bedroom now!"

I swiftly got to my feet, skirted around the couch and made for the bedroom. Bailey in queen bitch mode was doing wicked things to my libido. I spent so much of my time in complete control of everything, and letting go and giving her total dominance over me was proving to be an amazing turn on. Who knew I had such a submissive side?

I stripped fast and sank to my knees in the middle of the floor. Bailey stalked in a couple of seconds later, high heels back on her feet. She then circled me a few times. "Not bad. What's your safe word?"

I bit my lip and considered her question. Finally, after some serious thought, I spoke. "Cactus."

"Okay, and your limits?"

"Nothing, not that I can think of," I replied honestly.

Bailey studied me intently. "You sure? I don't want you saying that because you're trying to be all macho, and then have you freak out and have some sort of combat related flashback on me if I blindfolded you or something."

"No, I can't think of anything right now, and I trust you to honor my safe word, Bailey."

"Good, I'm honored to have your trust. And I'm sorry, but it's not Bailey, it's Ms. Dawson."

"Yes, Ms. Dawson," I whispered.

She reached out and smoothed my hair back from my face. "Good boy, you're a very quick learner."

I rubbed my cheek against her hand and then kissed her fingers gently. "I don't want to disappoint you."

Bailey smiled wickedly, "I hope that you don't. Did you know that when I went shopping yesterday, that I didn't just buy clothes? I also stopped by a very kinky little shop on the corner of Seventh and Main. Do you know the one I'm talking about?"

I'd never been inside Pleasure & Pain before, because I'd been pretty sure that they didn't sell anything that interested me. Sure Bailey and I have had a few vibrators for a long time now, but then so do most couples these days. I'd never pegged myself as kinky, just your average red blooded male who enjoyed sex. And Bailey, shit, I'd never figured her as a kinky little devil – well, okay, maybe I'd had a slight inkling, but not to the degree where she'd go shopping in that store. "I know the one you mean," I told her.

"Good. You still sure that you don't have any limits?"

I nodded. "I'm sure."

She sashayed over to the closet and hauled a small metal ammo crate – the sort that would have originally held machine gun rounds - out of her suitcase. Now I knew why the damn thing had weighed so much when I'd loaded it into the Porsche!

"Hands behind your back," she ordered as she scooped last night's pair of discarded handcuffs off the dressing table.

I obeyed and felt the cool metal close around my wrists seconds later.

She ran her fingernails down my bare back, fisted a hand in my long hair and roughly tugged my head back. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this to you, soldier."

My cock twitched in anticipation and I growled low in my throat. I'd never fantasized about this before, but I think that I now had a brand new favorite dirty little thought. Both Bailey and her box of tricks were behind me and I had no idea what she was up to, or what that olive box contained. I could hear her sifting through the contents, and jumped when her fingers touched my lower back.

She grasped a hold of the handcuffs. "Spread your legs a little for me and lean forward until your forehead is resting on the floor. I've got you, I won't let you fall."

I shifted my stance and let her guide me forward. My brain was screaming at me, telling me that this was a very bad idea and that at any second I was going to head butt the carpet, but the hand on my wrists were steady and gave me the much needed reassurance that I craved.

Adrenalin was pounding through my body, with a small side order of fear or maybe trepidation along with it. Even so, I still wasn't prepared for what she did next. Slick fingers trailed down the crack of my ass, circled my balls and then moved back up again, lingering over my opening. She teased the sensitive flesh of my anus and I let out a yelp as she slid a finger up inside of me.

"Shhhh," she soothed as she ran her other hand over my ass. "You okay down there soldier?"

I swallowed a couple of times, my throat as dry as the Sahara. "Yes."

"Good, just relax," Bailey replied as she moved her well lubricated finger out and then back in again a few times. "Shall we see if you can take another?"

I tensed up and tried to move away from her hand automatically. My head didn't want this, but my traitorous body was beginning to really enjoy the strange sensations she was creating.

Her hand came down hard on my ass. "Stop moving! Apologize at once, you bad boy."

"I'm sorry," I choked out.

"Such disobedience," she growled as she thrust what felt like two fingers inside me. "I'm sorry, what?"

A strangled moan escaped my mouth and I started to sweat. "I'm sorry, Ms. Dawson."

"Much better. Now I have a little present for you."

Something cold, hard and slicked up slid over my ass cheeks, before she pulled out her fingers and pressed it against my ass. "Fuck!" I gritted out.

"Keep breathing, soldier, I know that you can do this," she encouraged.

I fought to keep my breathing regulated as she slowly and gently pushed something that I was sure was the size of watermelon, inside me. I felt full, stretched and whatever the damn thing was, it was pressed up against my prostate. "Oh shit!" I gasped.

"You okay?" she asked quietly and sincerely, all traces of her accent gone.

I turned my head to look at her kneeling at my side. "I'm okay."

"If you need it, use your safe word, understand?"

"I know and I'm fine," I assured her.

Bailey nodded. "Good, now let's get you upright again."

I looked up at her from my new position, she moved in front of me and placed her hands on her hips. "Nearly done."

I frowned and she just laughed at me before she opened her fist and showed me the cock ring that was in her hand. I was pretty sure that my balls were trying to retreat up inside me at this moment. This was not looking good for me.

"If you come," she stated coldly and calmly as she trussed my cock up nice and tight, "before I tell you that you can, then I will spank you so hard that you won't be able to sit down for a week. Nod if you understand."

I nodded.

"You are doing very well. Oh one last thing, soldier and then I want to show you something," she teased as she bent down and nudged the dildo.

Her fingers slid over the base and I realized what the evil minx was up to when it started to vibrate inside me. "You bitch," I hissed as sparks of pleasure shot through my body and my cock got even harder.

"You are going to have to work for that orgasm, solider," she told me as she came back and stood in front of me. "Unfasten my dress."

I looked at her like she was crazy for a couple of seconds, and then I twigged at what she wanted me to do. Slowly and carefully I leaned forward and took a hold of the silk sash between my teeth. After a couple of failed attempts, I got the belt undone and the black silk covering her body parted.

She pushed the fabric back and returned her hands to her hips. "Like what you see?"

Holy fuck! It seemed that as well as a massage and a facial, my evil girlfriend had also had a Brazilian. Her pussy was totally bald, smooth and sexy as hell. I didn't need her to tell me what to do next. I moved forwards and licked her delicate folds with the tip of my tongue.

She moaned and slid her fingers into my hair. "I knew that you'd approve."

I hummed in agreement and went back to the job in front of me. I was desperate for release already and Bailey was right, I really was going to have to work for my orgasm. She was going to pay for this later, but right now I was more than happy to let her dominate me like this. Yeah, I was a convert and I'd be her slave any day of the week.

She gasped and wriggled her hips as I bit down on her clit, and then tightened her grip on my hair and pressed me roughly against her. I knew her body well enough to know that she was perilously close to an orgasm. She had been dripping wet when I started; trussing me up had seemingly turned her on enormously. It was then that I realized that I actually held the power in this situation. Sure, I had to work for my own climax, but she was just as dependent on me for her own.

With a final sweep of my tongue and a sharp bite to her clit, she flew over the edge screaming my name. Her hands fell from my hair and I moved back to look at her. Her skin was flushed and her breathing erratic. Score one for me; maybe I'd get my own orgasm in a second.

"Wow," she managed eventually. "That was…"

"Amazing?" I offered.

She shrugged. "That'll do, I suppose. Do you want to come yet soldier?"

I nodded. "Please, Ms. Dawson.

Bailey reached down and petted my cheek. "You are so well behaved, and as much as I'd like to reward your good behavior, I've not quite finished with you yet."

"Please," I begged.

"Soon," she replied as she slid an arm under mine and helped me to my feet.

The plug in my ass shifted and I let out a moan. "Please, I need to come," I pleaded.

"Soon, I promise," she said as she guided me to the bed, removed the dildo and unlocked my wrists. "Sit down, back against the headboard, and do not touch yourself."

I did as commanded and watched her with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

"If you misbehave then I will not let you come, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Ms Dawson," I replied.

She moved away and returned with a condom. "You are mine, solider; no one will ever touch you again but me."

I nodded in agreement. Shit, I think I'd have agreed to hand over my controlling share in Rangeman, my collection of sports cars and all my money to her right this second. I wanted release so badly and this woman was the only one who could give it to me.

She rolled the condom onto my throbbing cock, climbed onto the bed, straddled me and then eased ever so slowly down onto my dick. "Now, are you ready to come?"

"Oh God yes," I moaned as I grabbed a hold of her waist .

"Good," she purred rotated her hips a few times.

She was so tight and felt so good. I moved one hand down to rub her clit and she let out a moan and changed her rhythm. She fucked me hard and fast and when I didn't think that I could take any more, she released the cock ring.

"Come," she breathed in my ear.

The mother of all orgasms slammed into me and I let out at hoarse yell as what felt like an endless stream of come spurted out of my cock. With another roll of her hips, she joined me in oblivion and collapsed forward against my chest.

Eventually, the world swam back into focus, Bailey gently eased out of me, and snuggled up against my chest "God, I love you so fucking much that it hurts," she said.

I tried valiantly form a coherent sentence, and eventually managed to respond to her emotional confession. "Love you too," I whispered.

I was battered and bruised, sore and worn out, but I had never felt so alive in my entire life. I reached down, kissed her hand, and looked at the diamond ring on her finger; Bailey would be keeping it forever because there was no way on this earth that I was ever going to let her go.