Pixie Pt. 02 Ch. 05: Bound for Danger

I woke suddenly, and was wide awake. I normally struggle to emerge from sleep, so this level of awareness was some primal survival instinct; something was wrong.

There was a crepuscular gloom, and the sun was not yet up. Through the open patio doors I could hear the Black Sea's waves breaking against the shoreline. Sarah, my wife, was still fast asleep, as befitted a woman who has given and received one of the finest orgasms ever. But suddenly I was alert.

I slipped on a robe to cover my nakedness.

There it was, over in the corner of the room.

The red light I had seen the other night was winking, again. Who the devil was filming us at this hour of the morning?

I slipped out of the room, quietly.

The camera was in a closet, it seemed.

I opened the door and there was Ivana, Ekaterina's right-hand woman. She was watching Sarah and myself making mad passionate love. Her hand was down her knickers, and I she was rubbing herself. So engrossed was she that it took a few seconds for her to register my presence. She stopped, embarrassed and confused.

'I do hope this is just pervy stuff to get off on, Ivana, otherwise I will have to tell Ekaterina, and don't tell me she knows, because I know she doesn't, we have spoken of such things.'

Of course I had done no such thing, but this was no time for nuance. She knew that Ekaterina and I had spoken privately the previous evening, and for all she knew I had raised the issue.

She stammered and blushed.

I was right then, whatever this was, it was not something of Ekaterina's.

'Fuck, oh Pixie. Look, oh God, Pixie if this gets out none of us leaves here alive. '

If that was a counter-bluff, it was an impressive raising of the bar.

'Okay,' I conceded, 'but is this the best place for the explanation, it is rather warm in here, and it smells of your cunt.'

As she had had her hand in her knickers when I had entered, that was not altogether surprising.

'Well you two were bloody sexy, you can't blame a girl for being turned on. I don't suppose you fancy a fuck now?'

Ivana was tall, full-breasted and sexy as fuck, and as it happened, yes, I fancied a fuck. But my wife was back in the room and I wanted her, and so let Ivana down gently.

'I can't say you aren't tempting, but with my wife next door ... ."

She relaxed for the first time since I entered the closet.

'Again, can't blame a girl for trying. I'd better go fuck Emm then!'

'First the story.'

'Okay, I really am called Ivana, but I do not work solely for Ekaterina. I also work for the British Government's anti-slavery organisation, and my job is to keep an eye on people trafficking in the sex trade.'

I am not, as Sarah, and anyone who knows me well, would confirm, often lost for words; but I almost was on this occasion.

'So you are sort of Jane Bond as it were?'

Ivana giggled.

'Yes, not quite 007, though I share his appetite for women, Moneypenny!'

We both giggled, the ice broken. For the first time since the visit of the Countess, I began to feel there might be some hope.

'Countess Anna is at the centre of a ring which provides Eastern European woman for the sex trade in the West, and we have been looking into a way of getting to her, but she is very clever and very well-protected. I was hoping to blackmail you both into helping us when you take Emm to her.'

'I see, so you weren't just filming us because you are a kinky fucker, then?'

'We use what methods we can, I doubted you'd want this stuff out there, not least given that Sarah has a public profile, sorry, but needs must, and this is our best chance. And, of course, yes, I am a kinky fucker. You sure you don't want a quickie?'

'Some other time, perhaps. Now, if you give me the USB the film is on, I will do what you need.'

'You never cease to surprise me. There's more to you than meets the eye.'

'Well, given how tiny I am, that's as well.' She joined my laughter. We had unexpectedly bonded. She seemed relieved at not having to blackmail me, and I reciprocated in terms of the dilemma facing us with Emm's fate.

We took counsel. She had some undetectable comms devices. She explained that they had to be inserted inside a butt plug, which would effectively disguise them and make detection impossible; that they were also likely to arouse me was, according to taste, an advantage or a downside. She also gave me information on how to contact her, but warned me that I was, effectively on my own. Any information I could gather would be most welcome, but if I was discovered, that would be that.

'Well,' I said, 'maybe I am 006.5, then.'

She grabbed me and kissed me full on the lips.

'Sorry hun, I just had to. And besides, I am incredibly grateful. Ekaterina is, at worst, on the edge of the trade, her main activities are for the drug, not the vice squad.'

She tasted good, and for a moment temptation assailed me; but I let it go. With that, we parted.

By the time I was back in the bedroom, the first rays of the sun were above the clouds, and looking out of the window at the wide expanse of the Black Sea, I wondered what on earth I was doing? It was all very well to make jokes about being a female Jame Bond, but somehow that was precisely the world into which we were being plunged.

Sarah woke, I kissed her.

For a few precious moments, I forgot everything else as we made love.

Her breasts never ceased to amaze me, their firmness and their softness simply sent shivers through me, and little shocks went down to my wetness. As I kneaded them, and sucked her nipples, she became more and more aroused. In turn, that spurred me on to fresh ministrations. My hand slid between her gorgeous thighs, and I cupped her cunt, my middle finger sliding along the wetness, and my thumb strumming her clit.

She grabbed me, and rising, thrust her leg between my thighs, and moved us into a position where we could trib. The wetness of her cunt against mine sent me wild. As I felt her clit touch mine, I screamed. Seeing she was pleasing me, Sarah did it again, sucking my nipple as she did so. I may not have much there, but it is the most sensitive part of me. I rubbed myself frantically against her. I needed her, I wanted her, I wanted her to take me utterly. She did.

I have no idea how long we made love, but it was blissful. I came, she did, but it was one of those prolonged orgasms, which just kept rising to a peak and then, subsiding to a generalised feeling of pleasure, before, again, peaking, subsiding, before again, peaking. The little earthquakes continued until we collapsed into each other's arm, sweaty and exhausted, but blissfully happy.

As the room became lighter, I stroked Sarah's hair, smelling her scent. Was I wrong to get us into this?

She came round, and we showered, together, as we often did. But given our earlier marathon, we did, for once, just shower; well, okay, perhaps a little more.

As we dressed I felt I had to tell her of my nocturnal conversation with Ivana.

She listened intently.

'I am glad you said we would darling.'

I smiled, gratefully.

'I think we are involved anyway, and I am glad you see it the same way.'

'We've both seen those sad-eyed girls in parts of Soho, darling, and anything we can do to help, we should do.'

She understood. It was one thing for us to indulge our appetites freely, but quite another to see others coerced into a way of life they had not chosen.

We went down for breakfast on the lower terrace.

Ivana was already there, with Ekaterina.

As we ate, we discussed arrangements.

Countess Anna had agreed to pay £5m for Emm, and to let Ekaterina have access to some of her networks. Ekaterina said, sadly, there was no way she could refuse such an offer, not least since she was sure that the Countess was determined to have Emm, whatever the cost. The Countess had not agreed to the ":on approval" clause, so that, alas, would be that.

After breakfast we went to watch Emm work out.

Watching her gorgeous body, I thought £5m might be cheap. Her breasts were simply magnificent. Officially 36c, they seemed larger, and firmer. Her tight, full ass was simply dreamy, I could have spent the day between her cheeks. Her figure was classically beautiful, and yet so fit. She was simply the sexiest woman when it came to making love. She was skilled in everything a woman could want, and what was more, her submissive imagination would take you to places unknown except to her.

Ekaterina appeared in the gym.

Emm fell to her knees.

'Mistress.'

'We are selling you to the Countess, slut, you are being traded like a slave girl should be.'

Then it happened.

Emm came. She was not touching herself, she was simply kneeling, gazing adoringly at Ekaterina, and the intensity of the feeling of being sold hit her so hard, she came. And when Emm came, she came. Her cunt squirted onto the floor of the gym, and she collapsed, moaning.

But remembering her place, she crawled the Ekaterina, pulled aside her bikini bottoms and began to lick.

Ekaterina fell back on one of the benches, and let Emm suck and lick until she, too, came.

It was short, visceral, even primal, what might have been the last coupling of Emm and Ekaterina. We left them to it, it seemed wrong to be there. Their parting was for them.

We had a last stroll along the Black Sea terrace, pondering the future.

Ivana told us we would be going by train, as there were EU sanctions on Ekaterina, and if we flew to Romania, we would be bound to attract unwanted attention. So, the Orient Express it would be.

Emm looked like the £5m woman she now was. She kissed Ekaterina a longing farewell. Ekaterina looked sad. I winked at her. She smiled back. And thus it was, they parted, Mistress and Slave, but it was clear where the power really lay. We got into the launch and set off - bound for danger!

We were bound for danger.