Page 51 of Bossy Bodyguard

Now. I need it inside me now.

Tucking my panties to the side, I slid the vibrating egg inside me with a small moan. I was so wet that I didn’t even need lube when my tight walls clamped around it, the small stem on my clit keeping me turned on. The toy kept rumbling inside me as I played with my heavy breasts, looking around the balcony through the mask. I wished I could remove it, but I wanted to remain anonymous.

I wondered if he was watching me, jealous and angry that—

“Oh!” I moaned loudly when the vibrations of the toy inside me increased. I clutched the sheets, cheeks red and confused as fuck.

“I knew you’d like this toy, Doll.” My eyes widened as I watched Cillian walk from the corner of the room, looking dark and menacing.

His black mask was still on, but there was no mistake it was him. His deep voice, his tattoos and his eyes.

He sat down on the armchair and crossed his legs, his thumb moving on a screen and the vibrations climbed up, making me whimper and so close to orgasm.

“Y-you,” I managed to stutter.

He didn’t even smile, his face devoid of any emotion when he titled his head. “Are you going to cum?”

“Yes!” Names were not allowed to be spoken, and I wanted both of us to remain anonymous.

“Tsk, that’s not how you should address me, Doll.” He tutted in disappointment, increasing the vibrations again. “I’ll ask again. Are you going to cum?”

“Yes, Sir?” I asked, my eyes hazy from the lust.

“Good girl.” He lowered the vibrations when I was about to tip over the edge of orgasm and slowly turned them off. “Take your clothes off.”

“W-why?”

I didn’t care that he paid to be in the room with me, give me instructions. I just wanted to cum right now.

“Because I bought you for two hours, Doll. I own you and all your pretty holes,” Cillian smiled slowly, a sadistic gleam in his dark eyes that terrified and excited me at the same time. This was the man I had met that night who looked like a panther. “I don’t want to waste my money or time. Clothes. Off. Now.”

Oh fuck.

That was the last thing I had expected to happen, and I didn’t know whether I regretted teasing him or not.

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EMMA

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.

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