Page 33 of The Bodyguard

Chapter Fifteen

Sophia

He does what he said he was going to do. Send me home with his cum still inside me.

I’m sitting in the backseat of Igor’s car. I’m not brave enough like I was when we came here to sit it the front. Even though the cape conceals everything beneath, I know what I look like.Igor thankfully says nothing to me.

There’s a tear in the bodice of my dress when he greedily tried to scoop out more of my breast only so he could get to my nipple.

The fabric of the dress is damaged, slightly tattered where he took his whip to me and sent me into a state of blissful oblivion where a part of me still lingers despite reality returning.

My body, my neck and shoulders, my jaw is red and bruised from his mouth, his teeth. The spots will only get darker, more robust by tomorrow. Only I’ll know he did that to me. My tummy drops as if I’m on a roller coaster that’s taken a deep dip only to soar up high again.

I try to shift demurely in the seat. My panties are so wet, I’m leaking onto my dress and it won’t be long before the wetness spreads to my cape despite the thickness of the fabric.

I glance out the window and bite the side of my finger thinking of all the things he did to me. Things that aren’t considered vanilla, or even acceptable. Yet here I am, his cum dripping from my once virgin asshole after he penetrated me with his cock and fucked me until we both came.

My nipples can still feel the buzz and shock of the electric clamps he used on me. Phantom thrills that make my whole body shudder with need for more.

If he could do all those things to me with my clothes still on, I lose my breath at what he could do to me if I was naked.

The city passes me by but as we approach the palace, reality crashes all around me.

Igor opens the car door for me at yet another secret entrance into the palace. I know Rachelle would have covered my absence but I still have to walk up the staircase to get to my bedroom.

The palace is quiet but blood spreads into my cheeks. I’m highly tempted to pull the hood down of my cape so it conceals my face properly and run to my bedroom. But I don’t.

I’m a princess. Princesses don’t do walks of shame. So I let the hood of my cape fall onto my shoulders. I raise my chin, straighten my shoulders and spine and walk through the palace in the middle of the night as if nothing is wrong. As if I didn’t abruptly leave a dinner not hours ago to go and see my father’s bodyguard. As if my panties aren’t soaked through with his cum still seeping from inside me. As if I’m not wearing his bite marks all over the sides of my neck and shoulders.

Igor deposits me into my room. Rachelle is waiting there. Relief washes over her face as she sees me.

“Your Highness,” she says and bows to me.

“Thank you, Rachelle.” I walk to her and touch her arm. “Go to bed. I’m fine. I’ll see you in the morning.”

She hesitates but obeys.

I lock my bedroom door then strip off my clothes. I don’t know how long I stand there looking at myself in the mirror.

My body has changed, almost overnight. My nipples are still swollen and tender to the touch. I close my eyes and feel the heat of his mouth on them, sucking me, biting me. I touch the red patches on my skin. I trace his teeth marks.

My hand slides over my belly, to my neatly trimmed mons. I take in a sharp breath as I relive the riveting orgasm that arrested my very soul before it sent me out of control in a sphere of light and darkness, of pain and pleasure.

My clit throbs as I clench my inner muscles. I can still feel him slipping and sliding out of my asshole. The stinging burn of being stretched enough to fit his absolutely thick and long cock will remain a sensation I can call up upon demand.

He took that part of me because he thought he was protecting me. Because taking my virginity would jeopardize a suitable marriage for my royal stature. I don’t care about that anymore.

But my bravado can’t stop the glitter of tears that mars my sight. He’s the king’s bodyguard. I’m a princess bound by duty to the king.

A duty I’m going to break.

I can’t marry Roger Thompson or any other man. I can’t let anyone but Kayne touch me.

This time I’m going to do everything in my power to make my father see I will be a fit queen. The throne doesn’t need a stranger at its helm. When my father retires Strohamden needs me. I’m going to beg on my knees that my father rewrite history, the laws, the traditions that says Strohamden can only be ruled by a king. He has the power to do that but he needs to do it before the end of the week. Before he retires. I won’t take no for an answer this time. I’m not the same girl I was a week ago.

My uncle’s betrayal is wedged between grief and anger and the combination only makes me more determined to be Queen and I will ensure Neil Johnsen is never pardoned for as long as he lives. He’ll never see the light of day outside of his prison cell until the day he dies. A punishment that befits his crime.

I won’t be a soft queen but a fair one, a just one.

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