Page 52 of Bossy Bodyguard

“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.

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