Sex With My Bodyguard
An accident grabbed my parents' lives, I had nobody but my bodyguard David who is 10 years elder.I always tries to seduce him, while get rejected.But his bonds finally was broken after one night when he was drank, which made me had the orgasm of my life.
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Chapter 10
Hearing my name on his lips is more rewarding than taking any high-end pharmaceutical. I charge forward, hurling myself past the point of no return while dragging him along behind me. I want you to strip me down to my underwear and f*ck me like the filthy little slut I am, David. I crave it."
His hands tighten on my ass, hard enough to hurt for the barest moment. Then he hooks the edges of my panties and eases them down a few inches. Just enough to tease us both. "Dirty little slut is right. No good girl talks like that. No good girl wants to be fucked bare and filled up."
"Being a good girl is overrated."
"Guess I'll have to teach you some manners," he says softly, so softly I'm not sure if he's talking to me or himself. "Until you learn to behave properly. Not bend over and flash your pussy at the first person to walk through the door." He eases my panties down to the lower curve of my ass.
I can't quite draw in a full breath. This is both a game and intensely serious. If I were smart, I'd bend for him, would promise to be a good girl and obedient. The thought sends a bolt of heat through me, but it's nothing compared to the feeling when I imagine pushing back. Play the brat, which doesn't feel much like playing at all. I lick my lips. "If someone else walked through that door, they'd already have their tongue in my pussy."
He tsks. "You're just proving my point." David digs his thumbs into the soft flesh where my ass meets my thighs and spreads me. I don't know how much he can see in the low light, but I feel exposed when the cold air touches my center.
Abruptly, he releases me and steps back. Dazed, I watch him in the reflection as he strides to the empty chair and sinks onto it. "Come here, birthday girl."
I slowly straighten. My brain is buzzing so hard, it's a wonder I'm able to move at all. After a brief debate, I pull my panties back into place. He's teasing me, and while I can appreciate a good edging should it come to that, it's not in my nature to make things the least bit easy.
I put a little swing in my step as I cross to him. God, the way this man watches me. He drinks in the sight of me like I'm the best kind of scotch, expensive and meant to savor.
I don't want to be savored.
I want to be fucking railed.
David holds out a hand, a clear command. I reluctantly set mine in his. I barely have a chance to register his grip tightening when he yanks me forward to sprawl face-down across his lap. I shriek and flail, but he plants one large hand across the small of my back, easily pinning me in place.
"What the fuck?"
"Exactly, Anna. What the fuck?" He palms my ass again. Apparently, David is an ass man. Either that, or he's just touching the part of me most easily accessible. I honestly can't be certain of anything when it comes to him. He grips the back of my panties and pulls them back to the exact spot they were earlier. "I didn't give you permission to cover up again."
"Fuck off." I wiggle, mostly to test him, and his thighs tense beneath me, shifting so that I'm high-centered and even more helpless than before.
"Good girls get rewards. Do you know what bad girls get?"
I shiver, my instinct to fight battling with my desire for whatever comes next. "What?"
"Birthday spankings." He brings his hand down on my bare ass before I can brace for it.
I shriek and flail harder. Rationally, I'm more than aware that he's not spanking me that hard. I had a girlfriend who was really into spanking and she could leave me bruised for days. David is nowhere near that level of impact. Yet.
None of that matters, though. "Stop."
"Stop doesn't mean stop. Red means stop." He doesn't spank me again, though. I belatedly realize that he's giving me time to react. "Do you want to use red, Anna?"
Of course not. The struggle is as much part of this game as anything. Humiliation lashes me. I don't want to admit that I want it. I want to fight it and tell him no and have him overpower me. This is just another layer of the game, though. A game that he's as invested in as I am. The evidence of his desire is there, pressed up against my stomach.
I drag in a rough breath. "No, you absolute asshole. I don't want to use red. Or yellow."
"Mmmm." He waits a beat more. Apparently satisfied, David says, "You're twenty-five tonight. That was one. Can you handle twenty-four more?"
Jesus. "Only one way to find out."
"You'll keep count." His hand descends again. "Forget your place and we start over."
This time, I don't shriek. I just grind out, "Two."
And so we go. He alternates the strength and placement of each contact, until my entire ass and upper thighs feel like they're on fire. Until tears run down my face and I'm sobbing out each number. Until my pussy is throbbing with every beat of my heart.
"Twenty-five!"
David doesn't hesitate. He plunges a single finger into me. "What a little slut," he murmurs. "Punishments are meant to be endured, not enjoyed."
"Am I being punished for turning twenty-five?" I rasp.
"Yes." He wedges another blunt finger into me. He's just as big here as he is everywhere else and the fit is tight. "You turning twenty-five means I have no claim to you anymore."
I can't move, can't spread my legs because of my panties keeping them trapped together, can't see through the fall of my hair, can't do more than take what he's giving me. "You never did anything with the claim you had on me before now."
David twists his wrist and then he's stroking the tips of his fingers against my G-spot. I whimper, the pain radiating from my ass only making me hotter, wetter. "What should I have done, Anna?" His voice is low, serious. "Should I have ripped off that bikini when you were nineteen and licked your pussy until you came all over my face? Should I have fucked you in the backseat last year? Fucked you every year?"
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8.5
At 3:12 AM, a call from the NYPD shattered the silence of my dorm. My childhood sweetheart and the city’s golden heir, Liam Sterling, was in custody and needed me to bail him out.
I rushed to the precinct, trembling as I swiped my father’s emergency credit card for five thousand dollars, only to watch Liam walk out and head straight for another woman. He had landed in a cell because he’d started a brawl to protect Jade—a girl with pink hair and a jagged attitude—while I was just the "best friend" he called to clean up his mess.
In the backseat of the cab I paid for, I watched the man I loved pull her into his lap, treating me like an invisible chauffeur. When I finally demanded the truth, he didn't apologize; he reminded me that our families were tied by a multi-million dollar merger and that I was "like a sister" to him. My own mother echoed his coldness, telling me to stop being dramatic because our family was secretly bankrupt and we needed the Sterling money to survive.
I spent years being his "good girl," even recording a fake video for the press claiming he was a hero who fought to defend my honor. But the illusion shattered when I saw the photos of him with Jade on my birthday—the same night he told me he was working late to secure our future.
"I love you, Zoe. Like I love my dog. You’re loyal, but you’re boring."
I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was his shield. He used the trauma of the day he "saved" my life to keep me in his debt, never realizing that the chains of gratitude had finally snapped.
As the Sterling empire began to crumble under a sudden leak of scandals, I didn't run back to Liam. Instead, I looked at the encrypted message from his dangerous, outcast brother, Julian, who had been waiting in the shadows. He didn't just offer me a way out; he offered to buy my family's debt and claim me as the collateral.
7.0
My marriage ended at a charity gala I organized. One moment, I was the pregnant, happy wife of tech mogul Gabe Sullivan; the next, a reporter' s phone screen announced to the world that he and his childhood sweetheart, Harper, were expecting a child.
Across the room, I saw them together, his hand resting on her stomach. This wasn't just an affair; it was a public declaration that erased me and our unborn baby.
To protect his company's billion-dollar IPO, Gabe, his mother, and even my own adoptive parents conspired against me. They moved Harper into our home, into my bed, treating her like royalty while I became a prisoner.
They painted me as unstable, a threat to the family's image. They accused me of cheating and claimed my child wasn't his.
The final command was unthinkable: terminate my pregnancy. They locked me in a room and scheduled the procedure, promising to drag me there if I refused.
But they made a mistake. They gave me back my phone to keep me quiet. Feigning surrender, I made one last, desperate call to a number I had kept hidden for years-a number belonging to my biological father, Antony Dean, the head of a family so powerful, they could make my husband's world burn.
8.9
At twenty-three, Skyle lives a life she never chose. Abused by her cruel stepmother and stepsister, Ava, and completely ignored by the man who should protect her,her father.Skyle exists as nothing more than a shadow in her own home. To him, Ava is his only daughter.
Skyle's shattered world takes a dangerous turn when she is forced to marry Alexander Blackwood, a cold, powerful CEO, in Ava's place. Rumored to be gay and feared in business circles, Alexander is a man no woman wants,especially not Ava, who refuses the marriage meant to secure her family's fortune. Desperate, her mother pushes Skyle into the role of the bride.
Life in Alexander's mansion is no fairy tale. Skyle is treated like a servant, stripped of dignity, and pushed to the edge of despair. But fate changes everything the night Alexander, drowning in anger after losing a billion-dollar contract, comes home drunk.
One reckless night binds them forever.
Pregnant and trapped in a marriage built on lies, Skyle must face a man who never wanted her,and a future she never imagined.
Will Alexander open his heart for the sake of the unborn child, or will Skyle and her baby be discarded like everything else in her life?
Read to find out.!!!
8.4
For five years, I was Brogan Walton’s shadow—a contract companion kept behind closed doors, hidden away because of a cruel, fabricated rumor about my genetic health. I lived for the moments he looked my way, even if those moments were cold and transactional.
Everything shattered when he returned from London early, tossed a legal document onto the table, and coldly announced the termination of our contract. He didn't just want me gone; he wanted me erased, offering a severance package to ensure I never spoke of the life I’d traded for his protection.
As I signed the papers, my chest burned with the familiar, suffocating agony of my failing heart. I watched him check his watch, his impatience a blade in my back. When the door slammed shut, I finally collapsed, clutching the pill bottle that was my only lifeline, realizing I was dying—and he didn't care.
I wasn't a lover or even a person to him. The next day, I saw her—Kori Barnett, the new CEO, the woman Brogan actually loved. She looked identical to me, down to the curve of her smile. I was never a Cinderella; I was just a cheap, disposable stand-in he’d groomed to be a mirror for his true obsession.
Broken and discarded, I walked into the office, dropped my badge on the desk, and finally walked away. But as I stepped onto the street, I realized the nightmare wasn't over. A predator from his past was waiting for me, and when I looked at Brogan for help, he simply rolled up his window and drove away. I realized then that I had nothing left to lose. I took a deep breath, gripped the knife in my pocket, and decided that if I was going to die, I wouldn't go down as his victim.
7.6
She was always the shadow. He was always chasing the light.
Lavinia Hartwell had learned early that love was rarely for girls like her. She was the quiet one, the overlooked one-always second to her luminous best friend, Verity Langford. Even Henry Wynthorne, the boy whose compassion had unexpectedly caught her heart in high school, only had eyes for Verity.
But years change people.
Henry's dreams of studying abroad collapsed with his father's death. Verity left. Success became his only compass, and alcohol his only escape. And somehow, in the wreckage, there was Lavinia-never demanding, never judging, quietly holding him together in ways he never noticed... until she was gone.
When an arranged engagement threatened to give her to him, Henry assumed she was being forced into it and set her free. Lavinia smiled, thanked him-and walked away, taking with her the steady presence he had taken for granted.
Only then did Henry begin to notice the ache. The way her absence unsettled him. The way another man's hand on her waist ignited a heat that was not anger, but something darker, sharper, and dangerously possessive.
A single night blurred the lines forever-her lips on his, soft at first, then desperate, as though she'd loved him all her life. Desire flared, undeniable. But in the morning, she was gone again.
Now, with Verity back and the past colliding with the present, Henry must face the truth: he no longer loves the woman he once chased. But has he realized too late who truly held his heart all along?
Slow-burn, sensual, and laced with aching restraint, this is a story of unspoken devotion, of a man's reluctant fall, and of the quiet girl who was never anyone's first choice-until she became the only choice.