84. The Guard

WARNING:Power Dynamics, Choking, Spanking, Rough Sexual Content, Creampies, Vulgar Language, Objectification.

For six months, I had been the shadow in the corner of her room. I had sworn an oath to her father-a man with more money than morals-that I would guard her body with my life. I had stood at her door, watched her sleep, and maintained a professional distance that was slowly eroding my sanity. My name is Kaelen, and tonight, the professional was dead. The man had taken over.

She was standing by the window of the safehouse, the moonlight catching the curves of her body through a nightgown that was little more than a whisper of silk. She knew I was watching. She always knew.

"You're late with the perimeter check, Kaelen," she said, her voice a low, teasing challenge.

"The perimeter is fine, Isabella," I growled, my hand tightening on the grip of my holster. "It's the inside I'm worried about."

She turned, her eyes dark with a hunger that matched the fire in my gut. "Then do something about it. Or are you going to keep hiding behind that badge and that oath?"

The oath snapped like dry tinder. I crossed the room in three strides, my hand finding her throat before she could even gasp. I didn't squeeze to hurt-I squeezed to possess. I backed her against the wall, my body pinning hers, the hard lines of my tactical gear pressing into her soft flesh.

"I swore to guard your body, Isabella," I whispered, my mouth inches from hers. "But tonight, I'm going to be the one you need protection from."

I didn't wait for a response. I crushed my mouth against hers, a brutal, hungry kiss that tasted of forbidden fruit and desperation. My hands moved down, tearing the silk nightgown from her shoulders until she stood bare before me. She was a masterpiece-firm tits with dark, aching nipples, a narrow waist, and a pussy that was already glistening in the moonlight.

I stripped in a fever, my clothes hitting the floor in a heap. My cock was already a rigid, pulsing rod of granite, weeping with the sheer intensity of being this close to her. I forced her onto the bed, looming over her like a dark god.

"On your knees," I commanded. "I want to see if you're as good at serving as you are at teasing."

She obeyed, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and ecstasy. I took her in my mouth first, my tongue lashing at her clit while my fingers worked her opening. She was so wet I could hear the slide of my skin against hers. When I finally stood and presented my cock to her, she didn't hesitate. She took the massive, throbbing head into her mouth, her throat stretching to accommodate my length.

"God, yes... take it all, Isabella," I groaned, my hand finding her hair and guiding her rhythm.

I pulled her up after a few minutes, the tension in my balls reaching a critical point. I flipped her onto her back and pulled her legs up over my shoulders. I guided my cock to her entrance, the heat radiating from her pussy making my vision blur. I shoved inside in one long, lunging thrust, filling her to the absolute limit.

She let out a sharp cry, her fingernails digging into my forearms as I stretched her wide. I began a heavy, rhythmic hammering, my hips slamming against hers with a blunt force that made the mattress groan.

"I'm breaking every law in the book right now," I hissed, leaning down to bite her shoulder. "I'm going to ruin you for any other man."

"Do it! Fuck me, Kaelen! I want to feel every inch of your cock." she screamed back, her head snapping from side to side.

I wasn't gentle. I wanted her to feel the weight of my betrayal. I reached down, my hand finding her tits, kneading them roughly before I began to deliver a series of sharp, stinging slaps to her thighs and ass. CRACK. CRACK. The sound of the spanks filled the room, fueling my adrenaline.

I flipped her into a reverse cowgirl position, letting her ride me. She was a wild thing, her tits swinging as she bounced on my shaft, her eyes locked onto mine with a defiant lust. I reached up and grabbed her throat again, pulling her down for a searing kiss as she rode me to her first climax. She shuddered, her internal muscles clamping down on my cock in a rhythmic, desperate grip.

"Not yet," I grunted, rolling her onto her stomach.

I took her from behind, the doggy-style angle allowing me to drive even deeper into her heat. Every stroke was a lunging movement that found the absolute back of her passage. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit and grinding against it while I hammered into her pussy.

"You're my charge, Isabella," I taunted, my breath hot against her neck. "And right now, I'm charging you with everything I've got."

But I wanted more. I wanted all of her. I pulled out of her pussy and guided my cock to her tight, puckered ass hole. I felt her tense as the broad head of my shaft began to stretch her most private entrance.

"Relax for me," I whispered, my hand squeezing her throat. "I'm going to use every inch of you tonight."

With a steady, relentless shove, I forced my way into her ass. She let out a muffled scream into the pillow, but as I began to move, the pain turned into a dark, heavy pleasure. I was filling her completely, my cock massaging her pussy wall through her rectum. The friction was incredible-raw, dirty, and absolute.

I flipped her over one last time for the finish. I pulled her legs back until her knees were touching her ears, opening her up for the deepest possible entry. I was moving like a man possessed, my breath coming in ragged, guttural grunts. I could feel the pressure in my balls reaching the point of no return. The scent of her sex and my own musk was a thick, intoxicating cloud.

"I'm close, Isabella! God, I'm gonna cum!" I roared, my voice a raw vibration in the quiet room.

"Yes! Fill me! Fill me, Kaelen!"

I gave three more devastating, lunging thrusts, burying myself to the hilt with every strike. I felt my body go rigid, my muscles locking as the first hot jet of my come hit the back of her passage. I let out a long, vibrating groan as wave after wave of thick, heavy heat shot into her. I felt the pulses of my release coating her internal walls, a massive delivery that seemed to empty my very soul into her.

I stayed locked inside her, my chest heaving, my forehead resting against hers. I felt the tiny spasms of her own climax echoing around my spent shaft.

Slowly, I withdrew. There was no sound, only the heavy, sliding sensation of my slick, spent flesh leaving her body. As I moved away, a thick, white overflow of my broken oath began to seep from her pussy and her ass, trickling down her thighs and onto the rumpled sheets.

I lay down beside her, pulling her limp, marked body against mine. The professional was gone. The guardian was a memory. All that was left was the man and the woman he had claimed.

"The perimeter is secure, Isabella," I whispered, my voice returning to a low, protective rumble. "And you aren't going anywhere."

She didn't answer, her eyes closing as she drifted off, but she held onto my arm with a grip that told me she didn't want to be protected from me ever again.