Agent Ross

[Lady_Mornington]

Nathalie had never received such dedication that Armond now bestowed on her. His tounge and lips touching her sensitive skin, sending shivers down her spine. She firmly kept her legs together, now giving him the chance of tasting her sex.

Lazily turning her head, watcing has he paid hommage, she could think of no better word, to her behind. His tounge running down the lenght of her crack, briefly touching her backdoor. The pleasure equally matched and fuelled by the powertrip, as his attention to her became more intense.

Sliding a pillow under her hips, giving him better access, yet not allowing him to touch her sex. Her breathing becoming more laboured as he continued to lick and penetrate her.

Reaching back she placed her hand on the back of his head pushing his face deeper in between her cheeks, grinding her self against the pillow the friction against her petal making her moan in pure pleasure.

 

[poohlive]

Even bent over a pillow, with her legs hung straight in the air it became difficult to reach inside of her like this. He wished he could spread her legs, get them open, then his tongue would push deep inside. Stretching out that ring of hers as far as it would go.

Still, he felt good about the progress he had made. His tongue pressing inside her, his nose buried between her legs, pushing further and further. She just accepted it, eagerly, her hips grinding where they could. It was even awkward for her to move with the way she sat. But, she would not move, and he knew well enough to ask her.

This is how his princess wanted to be, and this is how she would be. He'd just move around her.

He did get in far though, his tongue reaching depths inside of her. Her ass spread for him, hard at first, ungiving, but after a few moments of constant pressure the ring released. It allowed him inside, let him do what he wished, even guided him further to the spot she wanted him to rub against.

He obliged her with everything, playing with her ass, tonguing her dark petal, loving the aroma she gave off.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Resting her head in her hands as Armond bestowed her bottom with kisses and intimate caresses.

"Mmm think you better stop soon..we still have a skiingtrip to attend to."

Gently pushing his head from her bottom and rolling over on her back, her eyes focused on his. Streching her muscular body before getting up and starting to dress.

"Cat got your tongue?"

Mischevious tone of voice as she arranged her clothes and hair, not looking at him but rather meeting his gaze through the mirror.

 

[poohlive]

How could she do that? How could she turn it off and on just like that? He didn't understand it. He was some ball of nerves, tangled up inside of each other, spiralling this way and that. Every time one part came in contact with her, everything began to light up. It ran through him, rushing everywhere. It left him in this pool of his own sweat, cum leaking down his cock, hot, flushed, needing more, never getting enough.

Yet, she had easily asked him about skiiing as if they had both just sat down for breakfast. He stood, quivering on the edge of something bigger than himself, knowing he had to pull it back. Another one of her quests for control, she wanted to see if he would do it.

He swallowed his pride, and much else, before finding his own clothing.

"No, princess. I was just a little dazzled is all. You always do that to me. If you want, we'll go right now. The car's waiting, let me just pick up the last of your things and we'll be off."

He began to gather up items here and there, a careful father picking up after his messy daughter. Everything so precise, every move delicate and smooth. He stopped at her side, almost wanting to kneel, but unsure...

 

[Lady_Mornington]

"Good thing it is, I'd hate to be kept waiting"

She turned to him smiling at his downcast expression, as she buttoned her shirt. It still amazed her just how enthralled Armond seemed to be by her. "Always a useful thing" she added as she gave him a look which he couldn't interpret.

"Get dressed now..Dad, We haven't got all day"

Picking up the phone and snapping the laptop shut, putting it into the black bag. She would have to confront him today. "Turn or dispose" that had been the laconic orders from London. She knew that although it would be quite the drastic measure, Armond would see sense, agreeing to become an ally, If not, she mused, he would not be able to enjoy her company.

 

[poohlive]

He got dressed, waiting for her. She seemed to be done with the room, leaving it one wonderful fine mess for the maids to clean when they got here. The smell of sex and arousal wafting in the air, making it hard for the strain in his pants to go down.

Still, he followed her, out of the room, down the elevator, and to the waiting limo. The ride itself was brief, only a few minutes to get up to the ski lift. There was not much of a line today. It seemed as if the tourists were busy occupying themselves somewhere else today.

He got out, his private stuff ready, and equipment for her as well. A nice snow suit, skies, poles, everything one would need.

"This way," He took her from the public entrance, to a private one. Again, people waiting hand and foot, again everything sprawled out for her, different choices, whatever she wanted she would get.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

"Wonderful!"

Nathalie's exclamation was one of almost childish joy. Having her own private lift as well as a battalion of servants to attend to her every need. Adjusting the snowsuit as Armond led her towards the doors. She had insisted that he buy her a rather silly-looking bobble-hat which served to make her seem younger than her years.

Sitting next to Armond in the lift she couldn't help but leaning over, kissing his cheek, and to add to his discomfit, sliding her mitten-covered hand down to rest between his legs.

"You're enjoying yourself?" she leaned her head on his shoulder, hand still in place. Looking over the beautiful panorama of the snow-covered Alps displayed beneath them.

"We should ask for some Gluhwein to be delivered base of the pist, I could probably use it"

Kissing him again, feeling strangely happy for the first time since the start of the assignment.

 

[poohlive]

She always knew how to make it humiliating, to torture him just the way he wanted to be tortured. Armond just blushed bright red, his cock straining, needing to be touched, wanting her cold hand wrapped around it. He got nothing of the sort, as they lift dropped them on a bank.

"You know how you make me feel, princess," He did indeed call down, having everything ready when they got there. It would at least be an invigorating run. However it would turn out.

He followed her down the mountain.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Throwing herself down the slope elated at the speed she gathered. The sheer sensations of temporary being freed of the constraints of the laws of physics adding to her sparkling mood. Sharply turning as she saw Armond approach from behind, cutting into his track, forcing him to swerve in order to avoid collision.

"You need to keep on your toes..Dad!"

She laughed as she continued down the slope, making sure to stay just ahead of him, every once and again turning sharply, making him mirror her movements. She realised that it was their lovemaking albeit in a different shape. She directed him, forced him to hold back, to follow her, to acceed to her wishes and whims.

Turning sharply and coming to a halt in the middle of the slope, forcing Armond to do the same. Inhaling deeply before speaking:

"Do you love me enough to do whatever I ask of you..Dad?"

 

[poohlive]

He fell down in the snow, completely exhausted. He'd never had such a run before, so pulled and forced this way. It felt like even now she had some chain over him, making him go this way and that. So frustrating, humiliating, and he loved every minute of it.

He stared up at her, the frosty wind making her cheeks light with bright red pouches. He wanted to kiss them, if he could muster the energy to do so.

"You know I will do whatever you ask. You are my Princess, you own me. Say what it is you want and it is yours. Tell me what to do and I will do it. There is nothing between us, is there?"

 

[Lady_Mornington]

"There is more than you possibly know"

She wasn't smiling anymore. Her face hard as the words obviously pained her.
"I work for the MI6 and I was sent here to assist one of the field-ops to assasinate you."

Nathalie turned around, now wanting to look at him as she continued; "I haven't heard from Ross though and I had to carry on myself" tears in her eyes now.

"I really only got two options; Turn you over to work for us or dispose of you"

Pulling out a pistol from her jacket and pointing it in his direction, tears falling freely now

"I love you but I don't see anyother way..."

 

[poohlive]

He thought it was a joke, it must be a joke. Even when he saw the gun she pointed at him, and that cold stare he'd never seen on her face before. She was just playing some weird trick, getting off on her high of power once more, humiliating him even further.

But, the smile dropped from his face, and when his eyes took in the gun a second time it was not in jest. He sighed briefly, wiping the snow away from his jacket.

"He's dead. My men took care of him about the time you and I were in the shower. He went off in search of my new weapon. Agent Ross, his name was? He's probably in pieces down at the lake if MI wants to do something with the remains."

Was it all an act, to get him up here, alone, by himself, unprotected so she could kill him? No, it couldn't be. She'd had hundreds of times to kill him, countless opportunities. He slept with her, peacefully. At any time she could have reached for a pillow, or a gun, or a knife.

"Oh, please... don't," He saw the tears in her eyes, welling up, "Let the fucking routine go, Princess."

For the first time that word came out harsh and horrible on his lips, "You used me to get what you wanted. You played me like a fucking fiddle. Go on, do what you're going to do."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Nathalie was crying now, great sobs racked her body as she kept the gun pointed at the man who in a but a few hours time had proved to be everything she'd ever wanted.

"I don't know what to do..."

Her voice trembling but she lowered the gun and putting the safety-catch back.

"Fuck..." she tossed it into the snow and sat down, burying her head in her hands.

"I can't do it..."

 

[poohlive]

He grabbed the gun before it disappeared into the snow, hurling himself at her as she collapsed. His body pressed against hers, pushing her into the snow, the gun held at the back of her temple.

For a moment he just paused there, hearing her breath, watching her chest rise and fall. Unsure what to do... he should kill her, right here and now, should just let this bullet bounce around in her skull a few times.

"Why?" He said, staring right at her, throwing those words into her face, "Why would you hurt me like that? Why would you make me feel such things and then do this? Do you even have a heart, was it all some fun sick little game to you? The people at MI having a good laugh knowing you peed all over me?"

 

[Lady_Mornington]

The cold metal of the gun's muzzle pushing into her temple as Armond pinned her down. His face a mask of barely contained rage.

She knew he'd probably kill her now but the realisation did not unsettle her as much as the sudden understanding of the pain she had caused him.

"It was not a game, I wasn't even supposed to get in contact with you..." her voice faltering as yet another sob racked through her body.

"I never told anyone what transpired between the two of us, and I know you may not believe me but I love you..."

She inhaled watching his face as he leaned closer. Wondering if her impending death would be painful. Steeling herself not to beg for mercy, and intoning the words she thought would be her last.

"I love you Dad"

 

[poohlive]

He paused, the gun's cold metal kissing her temple and then backing off. Kiss and let go, touch and release. He paused, looking down at her. She certainly was no agent he'd ever seen, and she'd followed no protocol.

But, still. A fucking agent. Why did she have to be some fucking agent? Why her, of all people? He'd fucked many a girl and could have easily killed them on a mountainside. Pulled the trigger and never looked back. A few of them had met a tragic end after him, for knowing too much.

And then, he looked down at her. He couldn't think of her as his princess, couldn't think of her like some woman. She was a fucking cop, a damned good cop.

"Don't," He hissed, hearing those loving words from her, "Just don't..."

It felt so hard to hold the gun against her when he said that. His knees shook, hand wanting to pull away the trigger, kiss those fearful lips.

Instead he steeled himself, "How much do they know, and how much did you tell them? Everything, even minute details. I want to know."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

"Nothing more than that I've established contact with you...not the nature of it."

She was surprised how calm she was, in all probability she'd be shot dead here, yet the thought didn't scare her.

"My orders are to turn or dispose of you," looking at him "and you see how well that went..." she sniffed, wiping tears from her face. The first violent crying having subsided to a gentle sobbing.

"I'm not even a field agent, and no wonder why...not only do I fail to carry out whatever orders I had, I fall in love with the enemy." She looked away, her face a mask of disgust.

"You'd better finish me off now...It's too bloody cold being stuck here anyway.."

Her show of bravado not able to diguise the fear and the more visible sorrow of having failed. Nathalie D'Alembord was not used to failure, she had always suceeded in everything she'd ever done. And as far as emotions went, she realised now that she had never before felt so strong for another person as she did now.

"Let's get it over with.."

She looked at him, not begging, rather the pained expression of a perfectionist realising just how bad she'd failed.

 

[poohlive]

Could he believe her? It felt like the truth. But everything else had felt like the truth before, and she'd lied. She lied right to his face, keeping this secret, letting him fall... fall hard for her.

Now, she just wanted to end it all.

He shook his head, "No, you want to end it, do it yourself."

He grabbed her hand, pulling off the glove, putting the gun in her hand, easing it up to her head.

"Right there. You want it done? Huh? You want it done right? There you are. I would have done anything for you, I would have given you the world... what more could a girl ask for? Love, devotion, money?"

No one, no one could resist such an Eden, except for an agent.

"You have no idea how much you meant to me."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Biting her lower lip she took the gun from his hand, pointed it to her temple, making her look even more pitiful as she was still wearing the bubbly hat he bought for her.

"I told you I love you..."

It wasn't begging merely a statement as she flicked the safty-catch of the pistol "That's why I couldn't shoot you."

Looking at him again, tears rolling down her cheeks.

 

[poohlive]

"Prove it," He said, staring into her eyes, leaning down far enough so he could see into those depths. All her fear, that weak resistance, steeled nerve which had failed her in these last moments, and the love. He saw that too.

"Prove it, give me everything. Work for me. Let me have access to your files, let me have a rogue agent in the department working for me. Do that, help me to destroy everything they know about me, so I can be free from them once and for all."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

"It's easier you kill me first..." she gave him a small smile. "Her Majesty's government will have me strung up and I'm sure the PM will re-introduce the deathpenalty for such a move."

She was fidgeting with the gun, knowing that she could turn it and pull the trigger thus carrying out her mission. Yet she couldn't muster the strenght to do so and even if...No she wasn't capable of killing him. Not now, not after what they been through.

"The only way is for me to defect Armond, I can't go back to erase any files, I'm sorry"

She lifted the gun and looked intently at him. "The board would have me in isolation after they get news of Ross' demise. I wouldn't have access to any files of importance, and I would probably stand trial for gross negligence and being rewarded with a dishonourable discharge."

Nathalie's icy blue eyes bore into him as she spoke again, her voice eerily hollow.

"I could tend my resignation, and stay with you, God knows I want to..."

He saw her finger finding the trigger and knew that she'd pull it any moment. Realising he held his Princess' life in his hands right now...

 

[poohlive]

"No... like it or not, you're worth more alive." He grabbed the gun from her, getting up to move away. He had to keep his heart cold on this one, hard to stone up just like everyone else. She was nothing more than an agent, and he nothing more than a mark.

They couldn't play this any other way.

His Princess...

"Get up. We're going back the mansion. I need some questions answered, details from your group that I haven't had access to yet. You're not done, princess. Not by a lone shot. Get up, get moving."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

She felt limp as he snatched the gun from her hand and roughly pulled her to her feet. The rough way he handled her not as painful as the knowledge of how she had hurt him in the process and hurt herself. She added, a wave of self-pity washing over her.

He speed-dialled a number on his mobile and within five minutes they could hear the rumble of engines as a snowmobile made it's way up the slope. She was pushed down roughly behind one of the drivers and told to keep quiet.

Not that Nathalie was in a mind to speak right now, nor escape. She was past the point of caring, her mind a black hole of self-loathing.

 

[poohlive]

The got back to the mansion. People were already there, setting things up. Just like before, just like everywhere they went, people setting thing up. Before it had been dresses and champagne and to make sure she was comfortable. Now it was an empty room, chains alone the walls, a single wall with an assortment of toys on them, some still covered in fresh blood.

And a table with straps in it. He led her there, two assistants helped to tie her down.

"Work with me," He said again, pausing as he looped her wrist into the restraint.

"I can protect you once it's over. Once you're doing doing what I want, once I have all the information. We can hide, we can go away, some small island somewhere, not bother anyone, just be together."

He wiped a tear from her eyes, kissing her, "Can't it be that way?"

A short skinny man in an apron stood beside the wall, searching for just the right item. He pulled up a small knife, barbs all along one side. The edge glinted against the single dull light in the room.

He stood with her, holding her hand, "Please."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Nathalie felt the coarse leather beeing tightened against the soft skin of her wrists. She had noticed the man brandishing the knife, yet she couldn't muster the strenght to fight back.

She could hear him speak, promising to protect her, begging her to work with him.

Looking at him, and silently mouthing the word...

"Yes"