THE BODYGUARD'S PET (2)

The tinted windows of the car covered us from prying eyes, but the partition between us and the driver was cracked just enough for the sound to carry. Adrian sat beside me his body radiating heat while his hand rested on my thigh.

He didn’t speak, didn’t even spare me a glance. He just flicked his fingers deliberately, the wet sound filling the air that surrounded us. I rubbed my thighs together, shamelessly craving those fingers inside of me again.

“Take them off,” He said in a low tone.

My eyes widened as they darted to the driver’s silhouette in the front. “Here?” I whispered.

Adrian turned his gaze to me slowly, making my body go stiff.

“Now.”

My hands trembled as I slid my panties down my thighs, swallowing hard and praying the driver doesn’t notice. The lace was soaked with my fluids and he snatched it from me without hesitation. He balled it into his fists, inhaled deeply before shoving it into the breast pocket of his suit jacket.

“Good, you won’t be needing these.”

My cheeks turned bright red. My whole body shivered in anticipation as he turned towards me fully, one arm draped over the back of the seat, his entire body looming over me.

“Hands behind your back princess.”

I nodded obediently, crossing my wrist as he pulled out metal cuffs from his pocket. A soft gasp slipped through my lips as the cold metal cuffs grazed my wrist.

“You think I protect you because I have to?” He muttered, leaning close enough that his lips grazed mine without kissing. “No, I do it because you’re mine, and I’ll discipline you when you forget your place.”

I could feel the car slow down as we pulled into the underground garage of the estate. The driver’s door swung open, his footsteps fading as he moved to the back. Panic filled my entire being.

“Adrian, he’s going to see us-“

The sharp tug of the cuffs silenced me immediately. “Good, let him wonder why his precious heiress can’t walk straight when she gets out of the car.

The back door opened and my heart dropped. Adrian moved slowly, using his body to block me from view while he murmured something to the driver in a professional tone. My heart hammered in my chest as the driver nodded and shut the door again, leaving us alone in the car.

The instant we were all alone, Adrian’s hands shot to my throat, pinning me against the back seat.

“Open those legs slut.”

I obeyed before I could think. The leather pressed against the back of my thighs as I split them open under him. His hand slipped lower, his fingers tracing over my soaking entrance.

“You’re dripping already,” His tone was feral and filled with hunger. “All this just from my hand on your throat. You’re such a pathetic slut, aren’t you?”

He shoved two fingers inside me, curling them enough to make my hips lift from the seat. A whimper erupted from my throat. While one hand was deep inside of me, the other hand pinched my nipple through the fabric of my gown, twisting and turning until pain and pleasure blurred.

“Quiet. Do not make a sound unless you’re allowed to.”

Each thrust of his fingers drove me over the edge, but just before I could reel over the edge, he pulled away, leaving me empty and writhing for a release.

I cried, thrashing on the seat. “Please daddy, I need to-“

“You can, and you will. Until I decide that you’ve earned it.”

Adrian dragged me across the seat, manhandling me until I was on my knees, face pressed against the leather and ass high. The gown slipped down to the my waist, exposing everything.

I heard the sound of his zipper, the metallic click of his belt unfastening.

Fear and hunger muddled in my mind as he spanked me once and the sting shot across my ass. My gasped echoed in the car.

“That’s for walking away from me tonight,” He said, whipping the belt across my ass again. “And this,” Another strike, harder this time. “...is for letting another man look at what is mine.”

Tears pricked my eyes, but my body betrayed me. My wetness grew, slipping down to my thighs.

“You’ll love this cock,” He growled, sliding his cock against my wet entrance. “Tell me you love being used like a dirty slut.”

Shame filled me, but I parted my lips. “I love being used like a dirty slut.”

He grabbed my hair, yanking my head back until my throat ached.

“Louder.”

“I love being used like a dirty slut!” I cried out desperately.

Satisfied, he slid his hard cock into me with one brutal stroke, filling me so deeply my moans could barely come out. The cuffs clinked as I clawed into the seat. He didn’t give me any time to adjust, slamming into me with an unrelenting force. Each thrust dragged me higher.

“You’re my slut,” He groaned between thrusts, his grip bruising my hips. “Say it.”

“I’m your slut,” I moaned loudly.

The sound of flesh slapping filled the car, along with my moans that broke free despite his command. Adrian reached low, pinching my hard nipples. He twisted it, causing me to cry out in pleasure.

“Good girl,” He whispered. “Now come for me.”

The permission broke me. My body shook, my orgasm tearing through me like a storm. It was uncontrollable.

“Adrian!” I screamed, my body convulsing.

My insides clenched so tight around him that he groaned, thrusting his pulsing cock deeper, chasing his own release.

He came with a guttural curse slipping from his lips. He spilled his hot seed inside of me and kept thrusting until we both collapsed on the chair, our bodies trembling.

For a long moment, there was silence. Only the sound of our ragged breath filled the air.

He pulled out slowly, his hands sliding down to smear his liquid all over my inner thigh as a way of marking me, claiming me as his.

“Next time you’ll remember this before you think of disobeying me.”

My body quivered as I felt completely and utterly used. But despite that, there was one devastating truth.

I would let him do it again.