SWNOVELS Bossy Bodyguard: Part 1 – Chapter 4
My cheeks were blazing when he tilted his head, and noticed every little tremble of my body. He was like a predator.
“Give me your panties, Doll.”
“What?”
“You won’t be needing them anytime soon. So, give them to me before I tear them off of you.” Cillian said those filthy, arousing words as if he was talking about weather and not about my fucking panties. “I won’t be gentle, Doll,” he added, still sitting in that damn armchair and looking smug as hell when I swallowed all the champagne from my glass and kept it on the table.
If he wants me for his birthday, I’ll make sure this is one of his best birthdays ever.
“Cillian,” I called him, my voice sweet and soft. Moving my hair over my shoulder, I spread my legs and slowly tugged the skirt of the dress up my thighs. “Watch me.”
I licked my lips, keeping my eyes on him, watching him watch me as I hooked my fingers through the lacey panties and slowly peeled them over my inner thighs. I let out a sigh as the cold breeze brushed over my slicked pussy, peering at Cillian and biting my lip as I slid my underwear over my calves. I let them pool over one of my heels, stopping at one ankle.
“You want my panties?” I asked him in a sultry voice, lifting my leg so the lace dangled over my ankle and the pink heels he so liked. I wasn’t ashamed that they had a wet spot that he could notice. It also offered him a bare view of my pretty pussy, as he liked to call it. “You can have them. Come here and take them.”
I knew what I was doing.
I was taunting a beast. A feral, wild beast.
Cillian stood up, and it was my turn to feel smug. His dark hair peppered with the slightest grey made him so attractive. Delicious even, with the tattoos underneath his shirt and silk pants that fit him so well.
The air thickened around us. Full of heat and lust and sexual energy so potent that I could smell it. Taste it.
Somehow, just the way he looked down on me sprawled on the couch made me wetter.
Cillian didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.
He prowled towards me and wrapped his long fingers around my lifted ankle. His thumb brushed over my soft skin, making me shiver. I didn’t even want to move my leg. I let him tug the panties off of my heel and—
My lips parted when he took them to his face.
“I fucking love how your pussy smells, Doll,” he growled, throwing the panties away. “Get on your knees for me. I want to play with your pretty mouth first.”
I was moving before he finished his sentence, a small smirk appearing on his handsome face, making me feel heady.
Even though it was uncomfortable with heels on, I knelt on the marble floor and fiddled with his buckle.
“Wait.”
I paused, holding back the whine that was climbing up my throat. I didn’t want to wait. I wanted to use my mouth on the impressive bulge that was in front of me and make him groan. But I waited, reeling in my breath, and watched him place a plush pillow in front of me.
I frowned at him when he said, “Kneel on the pillow. I want to bruise you and mark you… but not your knees.”
My eyes widened. Heat spread all over my body when I knelt on the pillow, thankful for the comfort of the cushion, and settled in front of him again. I swallowed the lump in my throat at the sheer size of him. He was tall and broad-shouldered, and some small part of me loved the size difference between us.
I was surprised when his fingers caressed my cheek, cupping my jaw and making me look at his handsome face. His eyes were full of lust but they were soft when he said, “Do you know about safe words and safe gestures, Emma?”
I nodded. Even though Damon was my brother, for as long as I have visited his club with or without my friends, he made sure I knew everything about the rules. He even made me join the beginner’s live demonstration. I learned words like dominant and submissive, top and bottom, about RACK, and how important consent and communication were. I loved it.
“I know traffic light safe words. Red to stop, yellow to take a break and green to keep going.”
“Good girl.” His praise warmed something deep inside me, his fingers stroking my cheek lightly. “And which color you are right now, Doll?”
I quickly answered. “Green.”
He smiled. “And what would you do if I’m fucking your pretty mouth and you need to stop?”
Heat crept up my face at the erotic image flashing in my head and said, “Safe gesture.”
Cillian took my hand and I had to hold back a shiver when he placed it on his strong thigh. Fuck. Me. I wanted to sprawl on his thigh. Either to cuddle or grind on it until I cum. “You tap me here twice and everything will stop. Understood?”
“Yes, Cillian.” My eyes lit up and I smiled, batting my lashes. “Can I please suck your cock now?”
“Now how can I refuse such a sweet request?”
I took a deep breath before unbuckling his belt. It was leather and the feel of it on my hands made me wary of how he was going to bruise me or mark me. Shaking off those thoughts, I unzipped him. I kept staring at his black boxers and the massive boner inside them.
How the hell am I going to fit him inside my mouth?
I slid down his boxers. When his cock came into view, I exhaled a shuddering breath from my parted lips. My eyes drifted to his thick girth and the glistening metal on the underside of the dripping head. Wow. I snapped my eyes to his face.
“You have a piercing…” I trailed off, licking my lips when I eyed it again, wondering how it’d feel inside my mouth or—fuck me—inside me.
“And?” He asked, raising his brow and waiting for me and watching my every move with his obsidian eyes, making me squirm on my knees.
“I… n-nothing,” I said, heat covering my face, moving my hair over my shoulders.
“Mhmm. Now be a good girl and open your mouth for me, Doll.”