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 8
My momentum is increased by the ease with which I recall David's comments. I make my way slowly through the living area towards the spacious master bedroom. My New York apartment is somewhat larger. What drew me to this hotel, this bar, and this suite was the overwhelming grandeur. It's different from the celebrations I've thrown for my prior adult birthdays, but in a good way.
It's all over now; things will never be the same.
After giving the bedroom some thought, I go and switch on the lights on both ends of the bed. Just enough illumination to get about, but not enough to dispel the shadowy allure of forbidden activity. The fact that the night sky acts as a mirror on the ceiling-to-floor windows is icing on the cake. When I take a good look at myself, my spirit rises.
I have average looks, but my real talent is that I am quite photogenic. Without the trust fund, the gift would have allowed me to become financially self-sufficient. Combine that with the millions of people who follow me on social media and my terrible past, and advertisers will do just about anything to get their products in front of my audience.
Tonight, none of it really matters.
I couldn't give a crap what random people thought of my physique and appearance.
What David McGuire thinks is the only opinion that matters to me.
Getting out of my clothing is more of a hassle than I would like. Good thing I'm adaptable, since else I'd be doomed. I'm sweating and cursing my outfit selections by the time the fabric slithers to the floor around me. Is there still time for me to accomplish this? Defining with any precision is impossible.
I debate with myself for all of 0.1 seconds before deciding to hang up the outfit. If it is destroyed, I won't be able to replace it no matter how much money I have, since it was custom made by a lady who seldom ships outside of her small city.
For tonight, I took extra care in what I wore. My dark crimson designer balconette bra has the lightest lace and is meant to highlight rather than hide my breasts. The color of my stockings is the same as the color of my garter belt and pants, but I choose to wear nothing underneath. While the length of the dress meant that stockings weren't strictly necessary, I couldn't resist the opportunity to wear my favorite garter belt with my skin-baring bare legs on display. The outfit is finished off with the silver strappy shoes.
In my case, I always wear heels.
After a second of thought, I decide to keep my underwear on as well. They're bikini-cut, but see-through, with the same teasing intent as the bra. Despite my clothing, I may as well be exposed.
The bed is on the wall opposite the entrance, so the lights will cast a flattering glow about me when I bend down to make the sheets. Putting things off won't accomplish anything. For as long as it takes, I will do what David instructs and wait for him. Even if I have more than my share of pride, it serves no use right now.
I take a deep breath in and slowly lean down, bracing myself on my forearms on the bed. A few goose bumps have appeared on my exposed skin thanks to the air conditioner's playful taunts. No matter how much I'd want to hide my eyes, I'm a performer at heart. The mirror in the window beckons my attention, and I turn to face it.
My rear end is in the air thanks to my heels and the posture, and my body is a long line of invitation. My hair is a tumbling torrent over the black blanket, and my breasts are now fighting to escape the lace of the bra. My lower lip is bitten and my legs are split apart. David will be able to see that perspective, which I now lack.
Assuming he shows up, of course.
Not at this time; I have no room for negative thoughts or self-doubt. If he didn't mean to come after me, he wouldn't have put me up here. Exactly how did he put it?
To that tight little body of yours, I will do whatever the fuck I want.
Are we in for a hard ride with him? Oh, I really hope so. I'd want to get fucked, humiliated, and even even degraded a little. Everybody looks at me like I'm some kind of golden princess, destined to be treated with awe and respect.
In other words, David will not be hesitant. That much I know for sure.
However... In Case...
I sit up straight and reach for my handbag, where my phone is. Since he's going to have me wait in pain, it's only right that I share in it to some extent. Having thought it through, I laid flat on my back on the bed. The lighting provides a gentle, intimate picture of my body on my phone. I position it precisely, and turn the video on.
My nipples are plainly visible through the translucent red lace as the camera slowly pans over my lips and down my chest. Before continuing the journey south across my body, I snag the edge of the cloth and drag it down just enough to reveal the edge of one. It's a little uncomfortable, but I'm a pro and I take very steamy selfies.
I skim over the garters and draw a V with my fingers, framing my pussy, my slit plainly visible through the underwear, for a long minute before I finish the recording.
David's number has been on my phone for a long time, but the only time we've ever exchanged texts was just after I turned twenty-one and I cursed him out for interrupting my threesome. In retrospect, particularly after giving the texts just a cursory read, I can't help but grin a bit at the memories. The female going down on me had an unsuccessful orgasm, but it wasn't the only reason I was so angry.
The last message gives me a chuckle.
I said, "David, you owe me an orgasm for crying out loud.
Of course, he never got back to us. And after I sobered up the following day, I spent many hours thinking whether I should apologize or simply pretend it never happened.
This has me hoping beyond hope that my future holds not one but many orgasms. I give myself a little bottom lip bite and hit send on the video. After it has been confirmed as delivered, I turn off my phone, set it on the chair next to my handbag, and go back to where I was before.
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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
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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