The Principal's Daughter (3 page)

As they entered the tree line, the light changed to a dappled effect as the sun broke through the canopy of the trees. They were only a hundred yards into the wood when Tori suddenly stopped. She turned to face him, placing her back against an oak tree.

“Have you pulled something?” Richard asked naively, but genuinely concerned for her.

Tori simply shook her head without saying a word. Her eyes told the story. She beckoned him to her with a simple pouting of the lips, her breathing becoming laboured as her breast heaved before him.

Richard steadily walked towards her, his heart pounding inside his chest. Standing in front of her, their eyes locked together in a gaze of mutual admiration and desire.

“I’m going to ride the arse off you. I have wanted to since that first night in the reception room,” he said, near a growl.

The timbre and huskiness of his voice resonated between her thighs. His eyes were the colour of the midnight sun; the deepest black with diamond-bright shards of anticipation sparkling mischievously in their depths.  His long black eyelashes were a perfect match to his luxurious hair, which fell in riotous curls around his face, but cropped short on the sides and back. She felt her juices begin to flow as he reached forward to touch her.

Leaning forward, Richard's tongue swept across her lips and she opened at his bidding, teasing his lip with her teeth.  He slid his hand to the back of her head, grasping a handful of hair, and pulled to a point just short of pain.  She moaned in response. His right hand moved to her left breast, caressing and massaging it softly through the material of her t-shirt. He gently teased her nipple with the pad of his finger, making slow sensual movements, bringing it to a taut peak before giving his attention to the other.

Tori’s breath caught in her throat as the throbbing of her clit caused her knees to almost give way. The need to feel him inside her was building and she broke the kiss. Softly pushing him away she frantically pulled off her t-shirt and sports bra. Leaving only her panties on, she leaned back against the tree observing him licking his lips in anticipation.

Richard took a step backwards, and in one swift movement, discarded his shorts and boxers. His manhood stood at attention, swaying in the cool morning breeze. His eyes devoured her essence from hairline to toe as he re-centred himself. Then he reached out his hand to her, beckoning her back into his embrace.  Raising her chin to keep eye contact, he stepped forward, connecting his warm skin with hers at every possible point. 

Tori watched his face flood with lust and revelled in the hissed intake of breath as she wrapped her hand around his solid, circumcised penis, which rose proudly between their bodies.  He stroked his hands from her shoulders down her arms, wrapping one large hand around her own and the other around her hip and began to stroke their joined hands over the length of his cock.  She leaned back slightly, looking down, eager to witness this joint pleasuring of his body.

Richard could feel his arousal heighten, and removed Tori’s hand from his shaft. His tongue traced a path from her neck down to her breast, taking a nipple in his soft lips he gently teased it. His left hand descending to her pubic mound. His thumb brushed against her clit and he heard her moan in his ear. The circling motion of his thumb on her bud was driving her insane, and when his finger parted her lips and found her sweet spot she thought she would explode. As he finger fucked her, Tori moved her hips in time with his efforts, driving him on.

She forced herself tighter against him so that his lips had better purchase on her breasts. Tori could feel his hot breath on her skin, and from the increase in his breathing could tell he was close. She pulled back from him, directing her eyes into his, and the look of pleading in them betrayed the fact that he wanted her so badly. She stepped towards him, her hand on his chest, never leaving contact as her other reached behind, and gently caressed his well-defined buttock. The thrill of the touch on the firm muscle beneath her hand sent a quiver through her pussy. Enticingly, she started to kiss his chest, moving her head ever so slowly down in a tantalising descent. She traced the curvature of his abdomen, lingering around his belly button. Her tongue darted in and out causing his quadriceps muscles to tense. The sweet aroma of the pre-come covering his bulbous shaft assailed her nostrils. She closed her eyes, savouring the scent and her mouth opened taking his sex into it.

Richard whimpered like a puppy as the warm moist feeling of Tori’s lips and mouth passed over his erection. The slow rhythmic movement of her head sucking, and releasing him in well-practiced deliberation. He reached out and grasped hold of her hair, taking a tight hold, and in unison with her head, gyrated his hips back and forth. His pulsating cock filled her mouth, the thrusts causing her to gag. He was so close to release but wanted to feel his cock inside her.

His cock made a slurping sound leaving her mouth as he pulled her head away.  Richard pulled her up to standing, looking her in the eye, and then pushed her back against the tree.  He moved between her thighs, parting her les slightly.  He grasped his shaft and teased it over her labia, then dipped the head into her before pulling out to rub it against her throbbing clitoris. Tori mewed like a kitten. It felt so good with his cock rubbing and teasing her, but she needed it inside her.  Her pussy dripped from her arousal, and she grasped his shaft and positioned it on her opening.

Richard knew that she was every bit as needful as he, and grasped her ass with both hands, then slid them down to her thighs, lifting her.  She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his shoulders bearing her weight as she gradually guided his cock into her.  They gasped in unison as her tight walls grasped his hardened cock.

“What a gorgeous tight pussy you have,” Richard murmured almost to himself.

Hearing this, Tori smiled, moaning anew as he slowly drove in and out of her, each thrust getting harder, causing electricity to shoot through her taut body.  He grasped her ass tighter in his hands as his thrusts increased in tempo and force. She matched his motions as best she was able, needing to feel as much of him as possible. His cock rammed home, hitting her sweet spot, and she gasped for air to urge him on.  She groaned, a guttural sound, as she reached orgasm.

Richard slammed into her like a man possessed, rubbing her back up against the bark of the tree. The thought that it might be hurting her never even entered his mind as he drove on.

“Fucking pound that pussy you bastard,” Tori screamed out almost delirious in her passion. Only too happy to oblige, and with that familiar feeling in his balls, he could tell that it wouldn’t be long before he needed a release. His piston-like action became a blur, and he felt Tori's muscles contract around his cock, and he knew he was past the point of no return. He felt ecstasy as he emptied into her, his mind utterly black for that moment in time.

Tori cried out in pure delight as she came at the same time drenching his balls with her juice. She let her weight fall against him as he pumped into her until he was entirely spent. Their combined juices were running down Richards' legs as the two of them gazed into each other’s eyes.

“That was feckin' incredible” was all that Richard could say, and the smile he received in return told him that the feeling was mutual.

Chapter four

The tick-tocking of the clock on top of the fireplace in the flat where Richard lived in the Jesmond area of Newcastle was like a metronome. He had moved into the flat shortly after his wife and he had split after he left the military. He stared down at the paperwork in his lap, and his mind wandered back to the course he had completed the week previous.

He and Tori had never repeated their morning runs after that first time. She had been too busy fucking by as many of the course as possible. Richard, not being a jealous man, chuckled to himself, just glad that he had been the first. She had left after the executive phase of the course. This had been her goal, as she only wished to work in that environment, and not overseas.

Of the original course, only ten candidates had gone on to complete the hostile environment phase.

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At the end of the course, three of the top Security companies in the country interviewed those candidates, including Richard. These companies' specialised in providing operatives for high profile contracts overseas. Richards's interview had gone well, and a couple of days before he had received a phone call informing him that he had been selected for a contract in Iraq. They were currently processing his visa ready for his deployment.

Richard continued to fill in the paperwork he had received from the company. It was not one of his favourite things to do if he was being honest. Working through the form, he turned over the last page, thankful that it was almost complete. He was interrupted by the sound of his mobile phone ringing and vibrating on the coffee table. It performed a dance like a bee returning to the hive, indicating to the other bees the direction of a bountiful supply of nectar.

He put down the paperwork and leaned forward to retrieve the phone. Pressing the green button to accept the call, he placed it to his ear.

"Hello," he said in a non-committal voice.

"Hi Richard it's Steve Jackson here" came the unmistakable dulcet tones on the other end. Steve had been the human resources person who had interviewed him. Although he had not worked in the Close Protection arena, he was astute at spotting bullshit

"Good to hear from you. Steve is there a problem?" Richard asked trying hard to conceal the worry in his voice.

"Well maybe just a delay to your deployment. There is a backlog on visas at the moment," Steve paused, waiting for Richard to react.

"How long will the delay be?" Richard enquired, his heart sinking, as he had given notice, and had left his job

"Well, we think about two months. However, I have had something come across my desk I thought you may be interested in," Steve continued. "It is a six-week contract as a Personal Protection Officer for an American diplomat, who works at the Embassy in London." He paused again, waiting for Richard to speak.

"Yeah that sounds like a decent job, and will keep me occupied until deployment." Richard accepted the offer knowing he would need to have an income coming in, so really had little choice.

"That's great, mate. I will email you the details."  With that, the conversation ended.

Richard placed the phone back on the table, got up, and went to get his laptop from the bedroom. He opened up the lid of the computer and logged in. Launching his email application, he saw Steve was good to his word, and the email was waiting for him. He had obviously prepared it prior to speaking to Richard. Attached to the email was a history of the principal or client. There was also a threat assessment, along with a list of family members. Richard opened up the attachments and sat down to study the information. He had only 48 hours to get into the head of his client. The job would start on the weekend.

The rocking motion of the train carriage was strangely soothing as the verdant green English countryside rushed past. Richard was still studying the file sent by Steve. He was surprised at how young the client looked to be a diplomat. The only sign that he was more advanced in years than he looked was the greying hair at his temples. His wife and daughter were accompanying him on his two-year posting to the English capitol. His wife looked a very elegant woman from the photograph. The daughter, on the other hand, appeared to have that look that young college girls have. There was a hint of mischief in her eyes. Although she gave the impression of innocence, there was something about her.

Richards's train of thought was broken by an announcement that the train was arriving in Kings Cross Station. He closed the lid to his laptop and placed it in its bag. Rising from his seat, he pulled the briefcase off the luggage shelf above his head. Making his way to the end of the carriage, he collected his suitcase from the luggage compartment. Standing in the space between the two carriages, he waited patiently for the train to slow and finally stop. The button for the door release changed from red to green, and he pressed it to release the door.

Stepping onto the platform, he entered into the throng of already-bustling commuters heading for the exit. Navigating his way through the crowds, he exited the station and looked right to see a line of black London cabs. Leaning into the window of the first cab, he gave the address in Belgravia. The cabby told him to jump in, and he stowed Richard's suitcase in the rear, placing his briefcase on his lap.

The taxi headed out of the station and onto the main road that ran east to west across the city. The sights and sounds of the capital were alien to Richard; although he had visited many times, it would not be his wish to live there. He, like many people from the north, did not like Londoners. They had little time for one another, all too wrapped up in their own little lives. The cab continued to head west and then swung left onto the main route heading south. Richard knew that this would take him past Hyde Park, and not far from the US Embassy.

"Can we make a slight detour, mate, and go via the US Embassy?" he asked knowing the request was moot, as the cabby would take him anywhere he wanted as long as he paid.

,"No problem mate," came the curt but friendly enough reply.

Richard settled back in his seat and contemplated his meeting with his new client. He was due to arrive at lunchtime, but looking at his watch, he saw that he was way ahead of schedule. It seemed like a good time to check out the area surrounding the Embassy.

As the vehicle rounded Speakers Corner on the north-eastern edge of Hyde Park, Richard recalled the many times he had paraded there with other members of the combined cavalry regiments. Turning left onto Upper Grosvenor Street it was a short distance to the embassy building. The taxi driver slowed and came to a halt outside the building itself.

The structure was white in colour and was nine stories in height. Richard had studied the plans and knew that although only six were visible there lay another three underground. In the centre of the building at the very top, it was adorned by a gilded bald eagle with outstretched wings. It sat under the Stars and Stripes flag of the United States of America, looking down like a silent sentry. The building had been in use since 1960, and was the hub for all events taking place in the capital. Security concerns in the 1980's and 90's had meant that access was not allowed to vehicles. Richard sat for a moment, studying the layout.

"Okay buddy, you can drive on now," Richard said leaning forward. Happy that he had satisfied himself of the lay of the land.

Continuing to travel south, they passed the south-eastern corner of Hyde Park. Richard gave a sombre nod to the statues of the fallen, of all conflicts, which stood guarding its entrance. In no time at all they were drawing up outside Richards final destination in Belgravia. He paid the driver and got out onto the pavement.

Looking up at the four-storey facade, he wondered how this could be the residence of one family. Its Georgian architecture was consistent with the other properties in the street. The stonework was a dazzling bright white. The entranceway had an overhead covering held up by two Doric pillars. A balcony ran the length of the first floor. Black railings ran all along its length and Richard had concerns that this could be a possible entry point for any would-be attacker. He made a note to himself to speak to whoever was in charge of security. He straightened his tie and checked his appearance in a car window. Contented that all was in order, he began to mount a couple of steps leading to the door of the mansion

Pausing before the oak-coloured door, he once again checked his dress. This was his first contract in the Security Industry and first impressions counted for everything. Taking a deep breath, he pressed the doorbell which was situated halfway up the doorjamb. The muted sound of the chiming bells reverberated inside the house. In just a few short seconds, the door swung silently open, and a bloke in a suit greeted him. He had the appearance of a boxer who had taken far too many punches to the head. His nose ran vertically down his face. This confirmed to Richard his thoughts on his first assessment.

Reaching into his inside pocket for his wallet, which contained his identification, caused the stranger to step back slightly. He had immediately raised his level of awareness and distanced himself from Richard. Guessing that this person was one of the client's security detail, Richard slowed down his movements. Carefully opening his wallet, he offered his identification card for inspection.

"Richard Hunter I'm Mr. Rogers new PPO, I have an appointment for 12:00." Richard waited until the security guy had examined his picture ID.

"Come on in, mate. We've been expecting you, but you're a bit early" a warm grin spread across the strangers face before he continued. I'm Pete, by the way, I'm Mr. Rogers driver" he shook Richards' hand and invited him in with a wave of his hand.

The hallway way was cavernous; the ceiling seemed to go on forever. In the centre was a glass chandelier sparkling in the light that was streaming through a glass oculus built into the very top of the building. The carpet was a lush pile coloured blue and gold, a chaise lounge stood to the left of a winding staircase. The walls were festooned with historical scenes and ancient portraits. As Richard drank in the scene, the sight of a pair of legs appeared coming down the stairs. As more of the figure came into view, his brain was trying to assimilate where he recalled this familiar face. Reaching the bottom of the staircase the tall well-built guy headed straight in his direction. A broad grin spread across his face as he extended his hand in greeting.

"All right Richard' you feckin' cavalry cockwomble" the greeting given not to cause offence but one of familiarity in certain circles.

It took a while for Richard to compute before he answered.

"What the fuck are you doing here Rob?" he answered breaking into a deep guttural laugh.

"For my sins, I'm your team leader (TL)" Rob replied warmly, shaking Richards hand in a vise like a grip.

It had been almost ten years since the pair had last met. Rob Saunders had been a member of the Parachute Regiment and had attended a weapons instructor's course the same time as Richard in the Brecon Beacons in Wales. He was the consummate soldier, professional in everything he did. Richard had struck up a close friendship with him on the course and respected him greatly.

"It's great to see you again. Rob ya Para wanker" Richard returned the greeting, in only a way soldiers do.

"When I saw your name on the communications we received from the company, I knew it was you. I think you will like this gig, the family is nice, and the job is varied. Come on we have a little time for a catch-up before your meeting with the client." he placed his arm around Richard's shoulder and led him off to a side room.

For the next hour or so the two chatted over cups of coffee and tea. Rob had been working in the private security industry for the past two years since leaving the military. He had recently returned from a contract in Iraq for the same company that Richard was now working. He explained what to expect when he found that Richard was deploying after this job. The time had flown by, and it was time for Richard to meet his new Principal.

Heading up the winding staircase his heart rate began to rise, again nervously adjusting his tie he once again checked his dress. Rob led him down a long corridor to a set of double doors. Halting outside he knocked sharply on the door and waited for a reply.

"Come in!" a voice called from within.

Rob threw open the door and invited Richard inside with a wave of his hand. Richard entered and turned as he heard the door close behind him. Rotating his head back to face the front, the figure of a well-dressed individual sat at a rather splendid writing desk. He rose from the leather bound chair he was sitting in and strode towards Richard. He must have been around 6-foot-two, Richard guessed. He was slim, and his suit hugged his shape, giving him the appearance of an Italian model. The dark hair with greying temples and friendly eyes confirmed this was his new client.

“Hi there, Richard. I’m Hank Rogers. It’s great to meet you.” The voice was warm, soft, and friendly. "Hello, Mr. Rogers. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well,” Richard replied, feeling the warmth of his principal's grip.

"You can drop the Mister bullshit, just call me Hank.” His new boss chuckled as he said it, putting Richard at ease.

Taking a seat at his desk, he pulled up a chair for Richard who sat down. For the next half-hour, the two got to know one another. Richard asked a myriad of questions relating to any likes, dislikes, allergies, family history and all the things he had been taught on his course. His new boss was forthright in providing the information. The best client-bodyguard relationship is one built on trust and honesty. Hank didn't hold back on anything, and the two of them chatted like old friends. The last bit of information that Richard required was if there had been any threats or groups that may wish to harm him. He already knew the answer, having read the case file, just wanting to see if there was anything that was missing. Hank told him what he already knew. There was a possible threat to his life by certain Middle Eastern groups. This came from his time recently spent in Syria at the embassy there.