Page 29 of The Bodyguard Undone

I love him. I trust him. He knows the exact moment I gave myself over to him. He wraps the one end of the belt around his hand and pulls while he fucks my mouth with his cock.

I concentrate only on the gagging sound I’m making involuntarily. I pay attention only to the tightening of the leather against my throat which strains painfully when Kayne, threads his hand through my hair, tilts my head up, and penetrates my throat but his belt makes it a tighter fit.

I’m not breathing. I’m a vessel for his pleasure. He fucks my mouth like a god. Like he owns me. My life. My breath.

I’m not even aware tears seep down my face until they drip onto my hands which are cradled in my lap.

My eyes remain fixed on Kayne. The only man I’ll worship.

His thumb catches my tear before he knocks his cock back inside my throat, holding it there while a make a symphony of gag noises.

“Fuck,” he breaths before he drags his cock from my mouth and loosens the belt around my throat.

I’m so overcome with emotion, I almost collapse but Kayne lifts me up and crushes my body to his, unmindful now of the lashings on my back

“Good girl,” he says softly, kissing my lips, my throat, my new scar.

I’m still struggling to regulate my breathing but his words make me beam. I run my hand down my throat and flashes of memory bursts into my brain as I relive what Kayne did to me. Only that. Nothing beyond that.

I’m fatigued but I can’t stop now. I have to finish this. I have to experience everything he gives me.

“Don’t stop,” I beg through my tears. I’m a hot mess of deep, dark deviant rapture. I need one more thing to be cured.

Kayne scoops me up and carries me to the center of the room. He places me down on a round piece of carpet.

When he lifts my arms, the wrong memory flashes through my head. Kayne sees that and claims my mouth in a punishing kiss, that makes my lips swell. He distracts me from capturing my wrists and raising them above my head.

Once I’m secured, he runs his hands down my naked body.

“I’m going to give you a safe word, Sophia. Do you understand?”

I nod.

“Your safe word is red. It’s simple and you won’t forget it. When you say the word red I’ll stop what I’m doing immediately. Do you understand that?

I nod again.

“Say it,” he insists.

“My safe word is red. I understand how to use it, Sir.”

His possessive growl makes me radiate.

He moves behind me.

This is the hardest part. This is something that Roger took from me and I wanted him to die for it.

I’m shaking with rage and fear and part of me wants to curl up and cry nonstop.

I need to feel Kayne’s heat. I’m drifting off into territory too dark for me. It’s where I’m haunted by what Roger did to me.

“Quiet,” Kayne commands firmly but softly. He can sense my agitation. My climbing panic that’s going to engulf me and I’ll forever be tethered to hell.

Kayne doesn’t give me a warning.

He strikes me with a crop that seems to blister my skin instantly. I can’t differentiate the pain. I can’t differentiate the man. He lands another stinging blow. And another. And another. I’m crying hysterically. The pain is horrendous. Yet there’s a glimmer of light after each strike.

I don’t need to see the pattern he makes to know he opened my slashes back up again, and filled me with his brand, his touch, his hand. I breathe into each whip. I thank him, silently. I kiss his hand. Repeat.

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