Page 7 of The Bodyguard

Still, I say nothing.

My assignment is to protect her virginity. It doesn’t include conversing with her.

“In other words, you’re just a robot.” She doesn’t have as much conviction to her voice as before. “He calls, and you do his bidding.”

From my peripheral, I see her chin start to quiver as if she’s going to start crying. But she doesn’t.

I take the long, scenic route, ensuring that if the princess tries to memorize the route for whatever escape plan she probably has brewing inside that beautiful head of hers, she’ll fail.

I take dangerous back roads she doesn’t even know exists in her own country and so many extra turns, she glares at me with fury in her eyes, fully aware of what I’m doing.

The forest around us becomes denser, and we get a sneak peek at a dilapidated cabin. No one would think it was inhabitable.

Behind the seemingly broken wooden door, is a steel door, which can only be opened with a code I know.

I park the car, come around to her side, and I unlock the cuffs.

She rubs her wrists as she steps out of the car and takes in her surroundings.

I catch a glimpse of her pretty skin slightly marred with a band of red from the restraints.

My whole body jolts at the thought of her kneeling before me, presenting her small bruises to me, asking me to kiss them better after I had bound her for my pleasure. Bound, as in to my bed, spread wide, helpless, at my mercy, and 100 percent eager to please me with her submission.

She whispers sweet somethings to my dominance like no other woman had ever before.

But she’s an assignment and my boss’s daughter.

I don’t fuck up at my job.

Ever.

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