The Principal's Daughter (5 page)

"Pandora what are you doing?" Richard whispered, aware that Hank’s was the room next to his.

"You," came the seductive reply.

She moved feline-like towards him, and on reaching the foot of the bed, she pulled the duvet down, exposing his naked body. Running her tongue across her lips, she mounted the bed, slinking up his body until her face was opposite his. Her fingers were soft against his skin as she gently caressed his cheekbone with her thumb. Moving her head to the side, she playfully nibbled on his earlobe.

Her warm gentle breath and the sweetness of her perfume filled his senses. His mind was racing, fighting the urge to reciprocate her attentions. He remembered the ancient tale of 'Pandora's box' a jar that contained all the evils in the world. If he were to submit to his passions and open this particular vessel, where would it lead? His cock swelled, and touched the inside of her silky thigh, the sensation sending pulses of electricity through his body. The tip, covered in pre-come, oozed its sticky discharge onto her skin. The touch of her hand grasping it between her legs caused him to murmur. Her thumb slowly caressed it, teasing more of the milky liquid from it.

Pandora began to move her head down his body, licking and sucking his nipples each in turn. She gasped as Richard reached down between her soaked thighs, his fingers making contact with her clit. He expertly massaged her button, causing her hips to convulse.

Sliding a crooked finger past her delicate folds, he found her sweet spot, and in a rapid movement began to finger fuck her. Her croons rose in an audible level, as he brought her ever closer to climax.

Not yet, she thought, and grasped his wrist, stilling his actions. Looking up from his chest, she stared into his eyes, smiling, and she shook her head.

"I'm not finished with you yet" she said in a husky voice.

Her tits forced themselves against his body and she slid herself down his abdomen, her tongue lingering around his belly button and tight abs. He moaned in delight as her hands gripped his shaft, and began pumping it causing his hip to flex. Placing the tip of his cock between her lips, she took his tool completely in her mouth savouring the musky taste of him. Pandora's headed descended until it made contact with his public mound.

With one, hand his fingers entwined in her hair, while he bit on his other fist to repress any sound, not to awaken his client. He could feel Pandora's hands encircle and grip his butt cheeks as she feasted on him. Her head moving in rapid movement up and down. Richard could feel himself about to explode in the back of her throat. He withdrew his cock from her mouth, and with a plop, it lay against his stomach.

Raising herself on her elbows, she straddled his thighs; taking a hold of his shaft, she placed the crown against her clit, rubbing it gently sending shudders of ecstasy through snatch. Continuing to pleasure herself with his tip, his hands encircled her ass, and gripped her ass cheeks tightly. His fingers prised open her cheeks and his fingers still damp with her juices sought entry. He gently teased her sphincter before inserting his middle finger deep inside her. She clenched her muscles, tightening her grip on his finger as it probed inside her cavity.

Richard delighted at the sensation as he worked his fingers in and out her ass, bringing moans of pleasure from her lips. He could feel her writhing under his touch, until finally she could take it no more. The warmth of her pussy enveloped his tool as she lowered herself on it, her ass making contact with his balls. Lifting her hips, she leaned back, placing her hands on his thighs to steady her movements. The ridge of his dick rubbing against her clit caused shivers to emanate through her body, as her pussy dripped its sweet smelling liquid on his balls. Working his tool with her pelvic muscles, she drove herself on. The tip of his cock teased her g-spot with every thrust.

Richard could feel her drawing close to release, but he had something else in store for her. Withdrawing his finger from her ass, he clutched hold of her hips. This made her freeze in position his cock buried deep inside her, nuzzling against her sweet spot. Her eyes were wide in disbelief, begging him to let her come.

"You have had your fun. Now, I'm going to have mine" he snarled the words from between clenched teeth. "Face the headboard, get on all fours and raise that sweet ass of yours." This was a command and not a request.

Pandora had not expected him to be so masterful; she had planned for her to be in charge. She liked his change in attitude, and dutifully rose, his cock sliding easily from her. Crawling forward, she enabled him to slide from beneath her. She gripped hold of the wrought iron frame at the top of the bed, arched her back, presenting her rear to him. Looking over her shoulder, she could see that the sight of her ass turned on Richard. She seductively placed a finger on her pussy rubbing it so that her clit throbbed.

Richard moved towards her, his dick thrusting out from his flattened stomach. His middle finger joined hers massaging the nub at the top of her pussy. He revelled in the softness and warmth of her juices. His fingers oozing with her fluid, he once again probed her ass bud teasing it open. In a swift movement, he gripped her by the hips and forced his cock into her ass.

Pandora exhaled as he slammed his cock into her until she could feel his pubic mound make contact with her cheeks. It was her first time that she had been violated in such a way. Purring with the sensation of him buried up to the hilt she forced herself back against him. Pulling himself back, Richard rammed home his cock once again into that tight luscious orifice. He had always loved anal, and was going to make Pandora feel what it was like to be used, as she had done to him the whole day.

As each gorgeous stroke filled her cavity, Pandora bit down on the pillow to silence the sounds of her delight. Her free hand wandered to her pussy, strumming away on her clit, in rhythmic time to each thrust. As his tempo increased so did hers, until she could feel him tense ready to explode within her.

Richard peered down on those perfect ass cheeks as his dick entered and exited her. The sweet muskiness of her scent wafted up as he plundered her depths. His grip on her hips, ever tightening, would leave marks for hours to come. That was of no consequence to him as he felt the tingle in his balls as it heralded his inevitable release. In a wave of sensual and euphoric pleasure, his seed emptied into her with a convulsion of the hips. His abdominal muscles tightened, back arched until the nectar from his balls was expended.

Falling on top of her back, her body sagged under his weight. Her legs had given way and she lay prone on the bed, his shaft still buried deep within her. He fondly kissed her neck, moving her sleek hair to the side. She was murmuring like a satisfied pet being stroked by its owner.

Pandora lay there a smile of contentment spreading across her fac. the feeling of his cock slowly releasing its hold on her. She turned to the side, their bodies still joined as one. His arm encircled her, coming to rest on her breast. His fingers gently stroking a nipple. It wasn't long before she drifted off into a fulfilled sleep, happy that she had decided to seduce this man.

Richard lay there, contemplating the road he had taken. Would the opening of this particular Pandora's box, turn out to have severe detrimental and far-reaching negative consequences? That was a question he could not answer, and neither was the question wanted at that moment. He closed his eyes and slumber took him into its welcoming embrace.

Chapter Six

The sunlight struck Richard’s skin and bathed him in its warm glow. His internal body clock kicked in and he glanced at his watch. It was 6am. The bed next to him was empty. He had not heard or felt Pandora leaving. That was unusual for him, since he was always alert to changing situations, but not on this occasion. It was then the enormity of what had passed hit home. The most important thing he had learned on his course was that an agent never got personally involved with a client or their family. His career in the industry could be over before it had even started, he thought.

Retrieving his running gear off the chair in the corner of the room, he quickly dressed. Opening the door, he padded softly down the room, taking care not to disturb anyone still sleeping. Descending the staircase, he saw the giant of a man that had let him in the previous night. He had probably just returned from a tour of the premises, and was about to take a seat. Seeing Richard coming towards him, he changed his mind.

"I was just about to make a brew if you want one?" he asked

"I'm just about to go on a couple of mile run with Mr. Rogers, but thanks anyway" Richard replied using the principal's formal title.

"No worries, mate, you have a good one" and with that he entered the door just off the hallway that housed small kitchen.

"Good morning, Richard," came the jovial voice from behind him.

Richard turned to see Hank bounding down the stairs full of energy.

"Good morning, Hank. You look up for this," Richard greeted his client.

"Always, buddy. It’s the best time of the day. Shall we do it?" Hank responded

"After you." Richard gestured to the door, and Hank strode briskly past him, opened the door, and exited the property.

The birds were singing and the sun was rising over the rooftops as the pair began a slow jog eastward along Eaton Square. Traffic at that time was scant, so the noxious carbon monoxide vapours less of an irritant. Richard quickly had into his rhythm, but was surprised at Hanks fitness. For a person of his age, the pace he was setting was swift, but comfortable enough for Richard. Reaching the end of the street, they took a sharp left, and began to head north along Belgrave Place. They ran in silence for the next five minutes, Richard guessed that his boss was checking out his levels of stamina. To their right opened up an expanse of green, and Hank entered the small park via a black iron gate. Richard followed on, just a pace behind him.

Taking the concrete footpath that encircled the grounds, they began a series of laps. The silence was broken by Hank asking Richard a little about himself. For the next ten minutes or so, he gave a summary of his life up until that point. Not wanting to break the bonding session that had been started, Richard asked the same question of Hank.

His client went on to explain that he had been brought up in Texas on a cattle ranch. His father had been a rancher and his father’s father before him. Hank had broken the mould by enlisting in the military, and had seen service all over the world. This had included the first Gulf War, the same as Richard. The hardships endured by soldiers of all nations formed a common bond of friendship and unity. Richard could tell by the way that Hank spoke to him that there was that same bond of mutual respect between them. Another fact he imparted was that Clarissa was in fact his second wife. His first had died in a tragic accident just after Pandora had been born. He had met Clarissa when Pandora was in her early teens. This explained the age difference between Hank and his wife that Richard had wondered about.

The laps of the park complete, they began to make their way along the same route towards the house. As they turned right back onto Eaton Square, Hank picked up the pace. Richard grinned to himself and followed suit, drawing level with him. The run had only been around three miles, which was a nice easy distance for Richard, who had hardly broken a sweat.  When they were around a hundred metres from the house, Hank began to sprint. Richard was caught unaware, and had to dig deep to catch up with his client. Hank reached the steps of the property first, then turned and smiled at his bodyguard.

"That was fun, we should do this, every morning," he said, hardly out of breath.

"It was. You’re in good shape, Hank," Richard replied but omitting the phrase 'for your age'. The bond between the two was already sealed, and Hank placed an arm around his shoulder as they climbed the stairs.

Entering the house, they were met by John, who was chatting the incoming and outgoing security personnel. He was drinking a mug of tea, and turned towards his boss and Richard.

"Good morning, Mr. Rogers, I hope you enjoyed your run?"

"Best part of my day, Rob, and gave me a chance to get to know Richard a little better." Hank patted Richard on the shoulder as he said it. "I'm going to take a shower now. Is everything organised for my lunchtime meeting?" he asked, raising his eyebrow as he did so.

"The itinerary is sorted, just need to go through the details with Richard" Rob answered.

"Great. I will see you at 12:30 then" and with that he headed off up the staircase.

"Looks like you have made a friend there," Rob chuckled as he spoke to Richard.

"Yeah, he seems to be a nice bloke" Richard replied. "I'm going to hit the shower. What time do you want to go through the details of today?"

"Meet me in the team room at 09:00, buddy" Rob responded, then turned his attention to the two security officers.

Richard had begun to sweat now, and desperately needed a shower. Sauntering across to the stairs, he made his way towards his room.

The feeling of the hot water against his skin was heavenly. He could still smell the scent of Pandora on him. He savoured its aroma, and his cock stiffened as he massaged the shower gel into his balls and pubic area. The feeling of guilt had returned yet he still felt an overwhelming desire for her. The previous night had to be a one-off, as delectable as it was. His newfound friendship with his boss was under serious threat if he were to find out. Not only that, but he could lose the contract over it, and never gain employment again. Reputation was everything in the Close Protection world; one misdemeanour could end a career. He was skating on thin ice, but there was something about the girl that captivated and enflamed his carnal desires.

As he stepped from the shower room, the sound of knocking prompted him to wrap a towel around himself. Opening the door, the water still dripping down his bare chest, he was surprised to see Clarissa standing there. Even at that early hour, she looked as elegant and ravishing as when they had met the day before.

Examining this fine specimen of a man, Clarissa ran her eyes salaciously down his body. His nose was noble, strong without one kink in it. His jaw was square and with a hint of facial stubble. The chest, not huge, was perfectly formed, with the pectoral muscles jutting out prominently. His waist was slim, and she squirmed as she followed the faint trace of hair leading down to his navel, situated in the centre of a set of flat and flawless abdominal muscles. The heat in her pussy was building, and she caught her breath. She prevented herself from licking her lips as she only wondered what delights the towel concealed.

"Hank was wondering if you would like to join us for breakfast," she asked, her gaze moving from the towel to his piercing blue eyes.

Richard's heart rate had increased significantly under her inspection. He felt his cheeks flush in awkward discomfiture.

"That would be great," were the only words that he could force out of his mouth.

"Okay we will be in the dining room when you're ready," she replied, her eyes drifting down once again to his towel. A grin crossed her face.

Closing the door, Richard walked across to the wardrobe. Pulling the door towards him, he retrieved a dark suit, white shirt and tie. Hanging them on the top of the door, he pulled out a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. He shook his head as he ran the towel over his body drying off the excess water. Had Clarissa really been checking him out? He dismissed the thought, putting the whole thing down to his overly active sexual imagination.

After making his way downstairs, Richard entered the spacious dining room. The room itself had a high ceiling with a crystal chandelier at its centre. A bit ostentatious for a group of three, he thought to himself. Hank and his family were already seated, chatting amongst themselves.

Hank rose from his seat and pulled back a chair for Richard to take. Richard nodded in appreciation, and wished both Pandora and Clarissa good morning.

"What will you have for breakfast, then?" Hank asked

"A full English, if there is one going" Richard replied, never being shy at coming forward.

"No problem at all. I'll tell the chef." With that, he left the room.

There was an uncomfortable silence as the two women and Richard waited for Hank’s return. Pandora would give him a sly glance, a smirk crossing her mouth. At last, the silence was broken as Hank strolled back into the room. He carried a plate heaped with bacon, sausage, egg, tomatoes and baked beans. Placing it down in front of Richard, he took his chair once again.

Picking up his knife and fork, Richard began to devour the mountain of food. The exertions he had expended with Pandora, and then the run with Hank had left him needing to top up his energy levels. He placed the first fork into his mouth, and as he did Hank spoke up.

"You must have really impressed my daughter yesterday. It was her idea to invite you to breakfast. She doesn't normally take easily to people, so you must be doing something right"

Richard almost choked on the sausage he had placed in his mouth.

"She is a lovely young woman. You must be really proud," Richard said, trying to sound genuine.

Pandora tittered, and fluttered her eyelashes at him. Then Richard felt a foot stroke the inside of his inner thigh. He surreptitiously looked under the table, to see Pandora's outstretched leg. She had kicked off her shoe, and her toes were attempting to find his crotch. Richard shifted in his seat, causing the foot to fall to the floor. Pandora's face twisted, her eyes wide open. It was a warning, thought Richard. She meant to use him at every opportunity.

The remainder of breakfast was taken up with small talk and current affairs. Richard still felt uncomfortable with Pandora's scathing looks. He was thankful when Hank stood and said he was going to his office. This was his cue to make a rapid escape. Excusing himself, he headed out the door in search of Rob.

The team room was empty except for Rob pondering over a map laid out on the table. He was in deep concentration, and seemed to have a concerned look on his face. He looked up as Richard walked into the room.

"Good morning again, mate" he greeted Richard, the worried look on his face still present. "To keep you up to speed, I have received an intelligence update from Scotland Yard's Anti-Terrorism team. The UK Border Agency have flagged up to them the entry of three known Hezbollah members, out of Syria. Hezbollah are a Shi'a Islamist militant group and political party based in Lebanon. They cannot confirm anything but suggest there may be an attempt on Mr. Rogers's life"

"I see. So it's time to start earning our money, then," Richard responded, joining Rob at the table. He now understood the reason for the concerned look on Rob’s face.

The next hour was spent going over the itinerary for that morning. It was only a lunch meeting with a member of the Lebanese Ministry, but they needed to make sure all angles were covered. The venue was to be the Ivy Restaurant in the affluent Chelsea area of the city. This was only a ten-minute car drive from Belgravia, so the transit shouldn't be a problem. The security advance party, which consisted of normally a driver and two people, would check out the venue thirty minutes prior to their arrival. This was normal procedure, and Richard had practiced it many times on his course. They would sweep the venue for likely escape routes, and would inspect for unsavoury characters in the building. It was their task also to drive the route and make sure that they would travel unimpeded.

The main party would consist of two cars, the client’s leading, with Carl driving, and Richard with Hank. Rob was team leader. Along with Rob, a driver and two others formed the personal escort section, which would follow up with the second car. If there was an issue on route like a breakdown, or threat to the principal, the client would be transferred, or “cross-decked” to the second vehicle. This would allow travel without delay.

Once Rob was happy that Richard was in the picture, he asked if he had any concerns, or any problems he might foresee. This was what was known as a “Chinese parliament,” and was used by most British military forces. Richard asked a series of questions which Rob readily answered. Nodding his head at the plan, and content with the drills to be carried out, Richard turned to Rob and said, "Well it looks like we're good to go. I'm going to get changed into my suit. What time do you want to meet up?"

Rob smiled at him. It was great to work with people like him, consummate professionals. Little did he know about the events of the previous night.

"I'll get the team to meet here thirty minutes before to run through the move," Rob said

"Okay I'm off to my room then, I will check with Hank to see what he is wearing, don't want to out stage him." The pair of them laughed, but there was a serious point to Richard’s remark. A close protection officer never put himself in a position to embarrass his client.