Agent Ross

"Then we should..." He paused, watching her as she began to cry softly. He stood there for a moment, not understanding. He hadn't done anything wrong, had he? If he had he doubted she would begin to cry like this. If anything she would yell, command him to change it.

He came up behind her, hugging her, holding her. His warm hands wrapped around her, "There we go. It's ok."

They sat on the bed, and he held her head in the crook of his shoulder. He would just let her cry, whatever it is she needed to cry about.

"I'm sorry, you just tell me what to do, princess, and I will do it? Ok? I'm here to help you now, I'm here to make it all better."

He smiled, kissing her. A soft meaningful kiss, like the one they first shared.

"Don't you ever forget that. I'm here to make it better."
 
His words felt reassuring and at the same time made her almost wince in physical pain. It was so apparent that there was something more between them than the purely sexual attraction, and Nathalie had to admit that her earlier confession of loving him was not only a means to an alltogether more sinister end.

Turning her head she allowed herself to be kissed again before forcing herself to smile.

"I'm glad you are..Dad" her hand fining his and squeezed it before seemingly switching off the thoughts that had made her cry and stood up.

"Let's go shopping" a radiant smile now playing on her lips as she pulled him up from the bed, seeming suddenly younger than her years, rather like a teenager...

Kissing him again as he stood up she whispered the words in his ear

"I love you..."
 
"I love you too, princess," He watched her retain herself once more. She looked distinguished, regal even. If he doubted a woman's ability to turn emotionally on a dime, this closed the book.

He took her arm, and escorted her downstairs. The maids waited, expecting orders. Some of them looked at Armond, but others, who had been giggling and spreading rumors all night, looked to Nathalie for anything.

He opened the door for her, bowing as she made her way inside. He stepped in beside her. The driver already knew to go shopping. It was a short trip into town, the best store they could find.

Clothing, both men and women, with distinguished assistants and high prices. Two men were already waiting for her when they arrived, they had hand picked some clothing for her already. Things she would need for a skiing trip, and several days alone in a mansion. Casual clothes, another elegant dress, boots and sweaters and all else.

They had champagne ready and waiting, and a personal model that matched her size exactly if she wished to see any of the clothing. They all stood before her, no one moving until she said so.
 
Nathalie basked in the attention that the staff att the exclusive boutique was bestowing on her. Considering her somewhat disshevelled dress, she was surprised that they even let her into the store.

Choosing a few outfits, the skiing-gear apart, asking specifically for a business-suit to wear, thankfully disgarding the dress.

She found that getting into charachter proved less taxing now, and the afffection she showed Armond was genuine enough. As she waited for him to attend the bills she dialled the number labelled "Mum", although the woman on the other end was no other than the deputy director of field-ops at MI6.

Quickly summarizing the situation thus far, explaining how she'd met a "very nice man named Armond" and that she had not spoken to Joseph for almost 24 hours. The routine stipulated that no instructions was to be given and she terminated the call as Armond approached her, radiant smile on his face.

"I just need to pick up my remaining stuff and then I feel like going skiing" she kissed him allowing him for a second to be in control before gently disentangling herself, and adding mischeviously "Mum says hi"...
 
"You told her about me?" His eyes grew wide, before he leaned in to kiss the small of her neck, "I hope you left out the part in the shower."

His laugh was light, good, refreshing as he opened the door for her. The bags were placed in the trunk. The bill in the thousands, a black credit card with no limit had been used. No other questions asked or given.

They made their way to her hotel, "Do you wish me to stay, princess?"
 
"I tell Mum everything"

Giving him a mischevious stare as she squeezed his hand. None of the spoke before they arrived at the hotel. Armond asking whether she wanted him to accompany her.

"I think I can find some use for you ...Dad"

Her hand momentarily brushing against his crotch before getting out of the car. Heading through the lobby, Armond in tow like an obedient dog. Getting into the lift, her hand holding on to his. Making their way to her room and closing the door behind her.

Giving him yet another mischevious smile as she she caressed his cheek

"Get naked. Now!"
 
Again, those orders. Hot and sharp from her mouth. He melted as he quickly got out of his clothing. He piled them neatly on the floor beside him, as he stood next to her. The act of having her command him, and her eyes now apparent on his body were enough. His cock began to grow, falling down between his thighs as it reached its length.

"Yes, princess," He nearly moaned, trying to stand still. He wanted so much to please her, do everything right for her. She wished him to be by her side, she wanted him loyal and obediant. She wanted a father who beckoned to her every call, as she was a princess.

He waited for her, as always, lust rising on his skin and that dirty carnal need in the back of his mind at all times.
 
She kissed him, running her hands down his back before letting her skirt fall to the floor.

Then in a sudden movement she pushed him sending him to land on the bed. Moving closer, with the swagger of a predator having cornered it's prey she spoke.

"What a shame we didn't bring the handcuffs...Dad"

Kneeling down and spreading his legs, green eyes boring into his as she slowly ran her naild down his thighs.

"I suppose you just have to be good and keep your hands behind your head"

He immediately complied as she slowly moved her head to his cock, breathing on it making him go hard before slowly taking him into her mouth...
 
The waves of pleasure as her warm wet mouth took him rippled up his body. He groaned out loud, just as her hot breath came down on his cock. It throbbed at her, painful in its pushing.

It felt as if warm velvet wrapped around him. Her mouth knew just what to do on his cock. He leaned back, letting her do as she wished. His hands grabbed the sheets behind him, gripping them tight as she worked him up and down, up and down.

He had to groan, the pleasure building up inside of him, needing some release. There was nothing else to do.

"Oh god," He cried, "Yes princess.... oh yes."
 
Working her mouth up and down the lenght of his shaft, soft lips tracing the sensitive skin as she fellated him.

Hearing his moans of undiluted pleasure as she fondled his balls before standing up, pulling her skirt up to her waist and straddling him.

"Time for some gratitude I think...Dad"

Smiling mischeviously as she lowered herself onto his cock, engulfing him.

"I won't settle til' I'm completely and utterly satisfied...and if I'm not I shall be very very cross with you"

Running her nails down his chest...

"So you'd better prove just how consummate a lover you are...Dad"

Bending down kissing him....
 
"Didn't I prove that last night? Sweet daughter of mine," He said, thrusting sharply up inside of her, a small smile crossing his lips as they kissed. The wonderful look when she took him, sliding herself easily down onto his cock more than excited him. He watched still, between their rocking bodies, as she slipped around him each time, his cock filling every inch of her.

He lay back though, the feel of her nails across his skin, her perky nipples pressing into his chest, even her lips when she chose to kiss him. His hands still behind his back, still grabbing the sheets for help, support as his daughter assaulted him more and more.

A soft moan escaped, tremors running down his legs, uncontrollable actions that left him even harder than ever for her.

"How can I be a consumate lover, dear princess, when you have my hands behind my back? Let me touch you, let me run them down your body, your thighs, your breasts. Let me touch you, princess... show you how much Daddy wants you."
 
Nathalie placed her finger on his lips in a preemptive gesture. Silencing whatever protestations Armond might utter.

She really didn't care whether he would be able to caress her, the powertrip alone was enough to make her experience a string of orgasms as she rode his hard cock.

Arching her back, hands placed on his thighs as she rotated her hips ontop of him, grinding her pelvis against his, digging her fingernails inside his skin.

"Look at me"

Her order spoken harshly as Armond closed his eyes momentarily.

"You'll do exactly as you're told is that understood...Dad"

Her hand now grabbing his chin, forcing him to look at her, thumb placed on his lips.

"You're my bitch now..."

The mischevious smile playing on her lips as she felt yet another orgasm rake her body
 
"I am your bitch, princess," She could not help but cum, over and over again. Every time his cock entered her, she waved in pleasure, it rolled off of her so regular. He lay there, between her legs, watching her ride him, control him, use him as she saw fit.

Everytime she came her pussy clamped down on him, gripped him tightly. He sighed at this, groaning with such intensity. Each time it drew him further, and further.

"Please Mistress," He said the last time, as she screamed once more, and he felt his whole body weakening to it, "Please let me cum. Let Daddy cum inside of you. Let your little bitch cum, princess..."
 
"You're so nasty"

Her smile belied the harsh tone as she ran her fingernails across his chest, almost breaking the skin.

Clenching her muscles again knowing that he'd have no other option but to cum she rode him harder, bending forward kissing his lips.

"You'd better..make..it..memorable...then...Dad"

Her words interspersed by her heavy breathing. She was experiencing so much pleasure now that she feared she'd pass out. Nathalie D'Alembord, Ice Queen Extraordinaire doing this..No one would belive it.

But it was happening. His cock thrusting inside her as she gyrated her hips. Her Majesty's Government's Most Wanted fucking the one remaining field operative sent to apprehend him. Now how's that for bizarre.

The thought hit her like a ton of bricks and as she clenched yet again she came, shaking violently screaming and collapsing on top of him, feeling the jets of his semen flowing thorugh her most intimate parts.
 
It erupted from his balls, hot and thick into her awaiting cunt. The hard groans he made, over and over against his hard breathing. Everything felt weak, his toes, curling up, his legs shooting out straight, his arms as they held her, weak, shaking on top of him, and his cock as it grew limp inside, spilling the last of it seed into her depths before shrivelling out.

She once against turned it into something darker, dirtier than what it was. She'd called him a bitch, hadn't she? He even said it himself. He blushed at that, but felt something stir inside of him as well. He was her bitch, there could be no denying that.

She said cum and he did, she said strip and he did, if she wanted him to lick from the toilet bowl he would do so with a smile, hoping it pleased her. The thought made him shudder in submissive delight.

"Thank you, princess," He kissed her forehead.
 
"Thank you...Dad"

Nathalie curled up beside him, the warm afterglow of the steamy session making her sleepy. Yet she knew she'd have to boot up the computer and communicate with HQ in London.

"Jeez" she exclaimed running her hand between her legs, still slick with her own juices and his emissions "I need to get cleaned up"

Patting his cheek and stretching her muscular legs "Go get the shower ready will you". Swining her legs of the bed and landing gracefully, taking the stance of a gymnast.

"I need to check some stuff with the department. I should have been back giving lectures and marking papers by now"

Marvelling at her capacity to lie so easily...
 
Armond nodded, quickly getting up to do as she asked. He barely registered what she said she had to do, only important that he himself had an assignment she had given to him.

He turned on the water, making sure it was just hot enough. Not too hot, but nice and comfortable. He laid out the little shampoos and soaps for her, the hotel single servings. A towel at her pleasure, hung up above the curtain.

He turned the shower so it wouldn't spill, awaiting her. Steam already filled the room. He came to the bathroom door, peeking out to her at her computer.

"It is ready, princess... whenever you are."
 
While he busied himself with the shower Nathalie booted up her computer. Connecting to the Mi6 website and using her personal portal to find any updates on her current assignment. A short sentence summed it up.

"Establish contact with A D. Turn or dispose"

Nathalie smiled, feeling relieved for the first time during this particular mission. Turning Armond would probably be as easy as the proverbial walk in the park. Switching of she turned and walked to the bathroom

"I so need a backrub...Dad"

Shooting him the most radiant smile
 
He helped her into the bath, letting the warm water take away the juices they had made earlier. He stepped inside once more, rubbing her back, easing everything from her. The hot water helped, turning her muscles to mush before his very touch.

"So, what did they tell you?" He asked, whispering it against her ear, nibbling on the lobe as he did so.
 
Nathalie stood leaning against the tiled wall as Armond massaged her back and cleaned away the traces of their lovemaking. His skilled hands found the knots in her back, easing them away as the hot water cascaded down her shoulders.

"Mmmm they told me that I'd better have a damn good reason for not showing up, so I told them I'm getting married, spur of the moment that kind"

His hands around her waist and she could feel a growing erection against her rounded bottom

"But before you ask me to do so we need to discuss some very serious business..Dad"

Turning around and kissing him again...her hand trailing down his chest as she did, sharp nail against his skin.
 
"Something serious? If it's about your job, quit it. Just stay with me."

He kissed her, letting his hands trailed over the body he'd just washed. It felt dark and daring, alive with the tiny pinpricks of electricity that seemed to spark whenever they touched.

"I'm serious, I have more than enough money. I want you to be here, I want you... stay with me."

Hs nuzzled against her neck, his lips finding that spot which always seemed to make her knees quiver.
 
"And money seem to be a powerful aphrodisiac as well"

She taunted him playfully as she kissed him again...her nails digging into his back. Nathalie had never felt a sexual need to inflict pain before, but it seemed that the whole business with Armond had awakened sides in her that she scarce knew herself.

"you're insatiable...Dad" kissing him as she ran her hand down the lenght of his erect cock, fondling his balls, cupping them and then gently squeezing.

"So are you going to marry me or adopt me then..."

Biting his lip as she felt her sex tingle with anticipation.
 
He licked against her skin, the fresh taste in his mouth causing him to moan against her. It rumbled back and forth along her shoulders, each time it did he kissed the small quake it made over her skin.

"Both," He said, laughing at that, "And... with enough money, I can find a preacher to do both ceremonies at once. How would you like that? I am to be yours, and you are to be mine, to do with whatever you wish."

He nuzzled, before getting out of the shower and holding the towel for her, expectantly, eagerly. He would help her in whatever tasks she needed.

"What is it you wanted though, princess, was it important?"
 
Nathalie couldn't help but smile at Armond's suggestion. It was throughly bizarre, yet it appealed to her all the more because of it.

"Well" her hand tracing along his back, nails teasing the skin "I think that we need to discuss this at lenght..not the family arrangements but our future"

Feeling her libido awakening once more and sensing that Armond would be eager to satisfy her whim yet again.

"But first...Dad" crawling onto the bed laying down on her stomach, her muscular legs kept together as she arched her back, exposing her shapely bottom "I need some attention" turning to watch him, his naked body still wet from the shower...

Arching her back more...
 
He bent down just beneath her, watching her legs tight together, that ass of hers, fine athletic round ass emerge. His hands went to it, touching, fingers caressing her perfect curves, running from the small crack in the middle, up to her hips.

His lips were on it, kissing licking and sucking at her subtle flesh. Anything he could find, anything he could touch with his tongue he did. She kept her legs close, her body rising in heat. She let him play, but denied him that which he truly wanted.

So, instead, he played himself. Licking along her inner thigh, their fun struggle as his tongue tried to snake between her closed legs, only tasting just the touch of her cunt, pussy lips wet and inviting, but unable to reach.

He moved lower, his tongue on her ass, licking, suckling. He wondered if she wished to have this, as he found the small puckered hole of her ass. One brief lick, knowing it would taste good, clean. She just had a shower, he licked again, harder this time, more forceful.

At once a pressure, as his tongue tried to slip inside of her ass. Oh, it was tight, he could tell. Either she was squeezing herself closed, or she had never had more than a finger up here... or both.

Still, with his wet tongue, his wild fingers, and a lusty moan, he pushed inside of her spincter, his hot fat tongue invading her.
 
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