SWNOVELS Bossy Bodyguard: Part 3 – Chapter 31
I stared back at him, my hands scrunching the sheets tightly as I straightened up and raised my chin. “And what if I don’t, Sir?” I asked, my voice full of defiance.
Cillian leaned back on the chair, a small smile on his lips as if he was waiting for me to push back. He looked like a dark king from one of those vampire books Summer reads, his eyes roving over me, already undressing me with them.
“I’ll keep teasing you with the vibe, Doll,” he said. “And if you try to remove it, I have cuffs that I don’t mind using on naughty, spoiled little brats like you.” He dangled the metal cuffs at me, and I swallowed the lump in my throat.
Fuck me. He had trapped me.
I knew I could use a safe word and everything would end, but I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to play. Especially when so many people were watching me. I could feel the sexual tension thickening in the air and the hushed whispers of the audience disappearing as they waited to see what would happen next.
It made me clench more on the vibe. I had never been so turned on in my life.
I didn’t want to test Cillian, so I glared at him, unzipping my dress and pulling it off of me.
“Remove everything,” he said, his words sharp and not giving me a moment to breathe as I unhooked the clasps of the lacy white bra and bared my breasts to the world.
My nipples peaked and I could feel my cheeks burning when a hush fell over the crowd. I peered at Cillian, his eyes pinned on my face, not on my bare tits.
“Panties,” he reminded me, and I resisted the urge to flip him the bird.
Hooking my fingers through the lace, I removed them, biting my lip when cold air brushed over my wet pussy. I was completely naked on the bed besides the mask. My long blond hair brushed over my nipples, and I took a shuddering deep breath to calm myself down.
“Open your legs, Doll,” he rumbled, his voice deep and echoing in my head when he leaned his elbows on his knees.
Laying back on the bed, I spread my legs.
“Wider. You can do more—good fucking girl.” I heard him stand up, walking closer to the bed. “Now remind me, what do I own, Doll?”
I blinked at him in confusion, and the vibe started rumbling inside me. I raised my hips, my hands sliding down.
“No. Stop. You will not touch yourself until you tell me,” he said harshly, increasing the vibrations and changing the pattern so it kept me turned on, wet and desperate.
Fuck him. He was punishing me for not listening to him earlier and having a blast.
“I’m not going to ask again. What do I own, Doll?”
“Me,” I replied with a gasp, squirming on the bed. “You own me, C—Sir.”
“Mhmm, I fucking own you,” he growled, his eyes raking over my spread body. Despite feeling the others’ stare on me, between my legs, all I cared about was him and his obsidian gaze. “I’m going to touch you. Do you object?”
I shook my head. I wanted him to touch me so bad.
Cillian tilted his head. “Of course you don’t. I own you, so I can touch you whenever I want. Isn’t that right, Doll?”
I gasped when his fingers brushed over my trembling thighs, “Y-yes, Sir.”
My eyes widened when he pulled me on the edge with my feet still on the bed as he spread my legs wider and looked at my face.
“Which holes of yours do I own, pretty Doll?”
My mouth parted at his filthy words, his tattooed fingers brushing over my thighs and hips in light, teasing touches.
“W-what?”
“You know what I meant.” He removed the vibe and cupped my pussy in his large, warm hand, squeezing it and making me whimper. “Tell me.”
“My pussy.”
“And?”
“M-my mouth?” I asked, grinding myself in his hand, his fingers rubbing over my slicked slit, ignoring my sensitive clit.
“Yes, Doll. I own your mouth so I can fuck it whenever I want. This sopping wet cunt too,” he groaned, inserting a finger inside me and making me gasp. “You’re still missing one thing.”
“What?” I panted, rocking my hips against his hand, but he withdrew it when I got close to orgasm, making me whine at the loss of his touch. God, he was fully clothed, and I was already on the brink of orgasm.
He flipped me around, pulling my hips up and squeezing my ass, spanking it lightly. “This. What’s here, Doll? Your virgin little…?”
I whimpered and shook my head.
“Oh, you’re not gonna say it?” he asked, his voice full of mischief. His palm was rubbing circles on my ass, keeping me on all fours. I looked over my shoulder to see what he was doing, and my eyes widened when his palm struck my ass cheek. The scorching pain and burn flowed from my entire body to my sensitive clit.
“Say it, Doll,” he said, rubbing the red skin when I gasped in the sheets, holding on to them. His fingers rubbed my clit when he whispered, “Don’t make me use a paddle on your pretty ass. Admit it. Tell me which pretty holes I own.”
“My mouth, my pussy and ass!” I moaned when he spanked me again, his hand soothing the pain before pulling away.
“Good girl. I own all of you and all your holes.” His voice was a little loud as he walked towards the table, as if he wanted everyone in the audience to know that I belonged to him.
Ass.
I trembled when he kept the cuffs and wand near my eye level. He wanted me to see which toys he was going to use on me.
Sexy ass.
“What’s your safe word?” he asked, squeezing my cheeks when he moved behind me, still fully dressed.
“Barbie,” I exhaled when something cold and smooth landed on my butt. “What are you… ohmygod.”
Cillian dropped another dollop of lube on his gloved hand and placed the plug near my feet. He saw the look on my face and said, “Keep your face on the sheet and spread your cheeks for me. I’m going to use you today, Doll.”
“W-what?” My eyes went wide as saucers at his words.
“Say it.”
I looked from his glistening gloved hands to his handsome face. He was doing everything I wanted and needed. He was perfect. Cillian was fucking perfect.
Licking my lips, I pressed my cheek on the sheet like he ordered me to and spread myself for him. “Use me.”
He spanked my other cheek, careful not to hit my hand, and growled, “Beg.”
“Please use me, Sir.”
“Louder.”
Another spank.
“Please use me!”