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 9
It doesn't take long for anything to attract my ear. The beep of the keycard in the hotel room door. The gentle click as it opens. The heavy step that I know in my bones is familiar to me.
Here we have David.
My body is still as I listen to him make his way around the hotel room. He's not exactly cruising along, but he isn't exactly dawdling, either. In the space of a few seconds, he had reached the bedroom's entrance and halted there. Holding my breath, I don't turn to look at him.
David mutters, "Take a look at you." You seem to have the ability to carry out basic instructions.
With a start, I open my eyes. When exactly did I lock them? We apologize for the inconvenience.
As in, "I was heard." One little step followed by a larger one.
As I turn my head, I get a glimpse of him in the mirror. David takes off his jacket and stares at my privates while he does so. He throws the coat on one of the two chairs that are near to the bed. He kicks off his shoes and slips them to the side. I bite my lip to keep from demanding that he undress much more, that he expose himself the way I am.
I acted like that in the video I sent him.
How did my SMS message get over? Before I have a chance to consider how best to phrase the inquiry, it just comes out.
Although he might get closer, David stays still. You posted that little video as a tease, hoping I'd come running over to f*ck you like a wild beast. With deliberate motions, he first removes his sweater, and then his T-shirt.
As I write this, I discover that David McGuire has removed his shirt in my hotel room.
The mirror causes me to worry my bottom lip and force myself to maintain my legs apart rather than squeeze them together. He's a large guy. A barrel chest, a muscular stomach, and biceps that scream strength so loudly that they make me weak in the knees.
When we were finally within touching distance of one another, he reached around and touched the flesh that protruded from the gap between my garter belt and the top of my pants. To a bratty little brat like yourself, this may come as a shock, but Anna, you are not in command. I am."
My heart is beating so fast it's scary. What are you trying to say?
What I'm trying to say is, "You've been a hellion for nine long years, and it's time someone put you in your place."
Three times yeah! In other words, "I want to see you try."
His deep cackle makes my stomach knot up. I promise to do more than just attempt on your behalf. Before he gets to where I need him most, he runs his fingers softly over the lace of my underwear, moving down the middle of my ass and then to the side. I make a squeamish noise and resist his hand on my shoulder.
David taps me on the rear end gently. To begin with, though... Is there anything you know for sure you won't agree to?"
As the saying goes, "I'm game for anything." Mostly, I just say it to piss him off.
The man lets out a snort of laughter. "Give it another shot, you jerk. In other words, we all have our boundaries.
"It's not universal." But he has every right to be curious, and I owe him the truth. David is simply trying to make sure we have fun, and brat or not, I can't argue with that. I object to being rendered visually impaired.
Right as he stops moving, I am aware that he was following the hem of my pants. "Okay."
I like that he doesn't probe for explanations, but I figure he must already know. I suffered a head injury from the automobile accident and a bandage was covering my eyes when I woke up. The echo of that terrifying recollection still makes me squirm. I can't abide having my eyes covered ever since it happened. I didn't use a sleep mask or place cucumbers on my eyes.
After hearing this, the speaker can ask, "What else?"
I let out a shaky sigh. "I like a good dose of pain play now and again, but up until now I've limited myself to the occasional spanking or paddling. I won't flat-out reject elaborate proposals, however. Off the top of my head, I can't think of any roleplaying situations that may be triggering.
As in, "Dad, Doc, or Prof?"
My body shudders. It's "non-triggering."
"Mmmm." He gives me a little squeeze in the behind. In the event of an emergency, "you will inform me."
It's not hard to give in to such stipulation. I did it right away when talks were initiated. "Okay."
"Fetal manipulation?"
The answer is "yes," I let out. The closer we get, the hotter it becomes in here, just as at the bar below. He's hardly touching me, yet I feel like I could explode. "I also get tested on a regular basis."
The answer is, "Me, too." There is some hesitation on his part. However, I do have condoms on hand.
Optimistic of you, that is.
That's why "I like to be prepared." His voice is low. Although I wasn't expecting this to happen tonight. He feels the garter belt's straps in the back. The two of us really need to start using condoms. It's the sensible course of action.
What we're doing tonight is completely foolish. Even though I know I'll never see him again, taking such a drastic risk is foolish. The man was my guardian for years, if an absent one. I try to put myself in the shoes of a hormonal, grieving adolescent living in his house, but my mind resists the thought. As it stands, this is the superior option.
We're not kids any more
There's no reason why two consenting adults can't indulge in as much sensual bliss as they can muster for a single evening.
I arch my back a little, pressing my ass more firmly against his hand. I don't want to be a genius.
"Anna-"
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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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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.