Her Bodyguard- 3

CHAPTER 3

CADEN

She looked wrecked.

Kneeling on the floor, blindfold secure, wrists tied behind her back, and spit glistening on her chin. Her lips were bruised from sucking me off, and her chest was rising like she’d just run for her life.

But she hadn’t run.

She’d knelt.

She’d begged.

And she’d let me use her mouth like she was made for it.

I didn’t walk away.

How could I?

I dropped in front of her again and gripped her face with both hands.

“Still think this is a game, Valentina?” I growled.

She shook her head slowly, lips parted.

“You like being down here? Tied up? Nothing but a pretty little mouth and a soaking wet cunt?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

I growled deep in my throat.

“You’re lucky I’m still holding back,” I muttered, dragging her forward by the ropes. “Because if I didn’t care whether you broke, I’d already be inside you.”

Her breath caught. “Then don’t hold back.”

That was it.

That was the last fucking thread snapping.

I shoved her down gently but firmly onto all fours, her arms still behind her, blindfold still on. She moaned as her cheek hit the floor, knees still spread for me like she knew exactly what I was about to do.

“Such a little slut for punishment,” I breathed, undoing my belt.

I lined up behind her, dragging the tip against her folds—soaked. Of course she was. She’d been wet since the second I’d manhandled her off the dancefloor.

I pressed in—slow at first.

She gasped.

“Too much?” I asked, voice gravel and heat.

“No—don’t stop—”

So I didn’t.

I slammed into her, full force, one brutal thrust that had her choking on a moan that melted into a scream.

Her back arched, and her bound arms tensed behind her as I drove into her again.

“Caden—!” she cried out.

“Louder.”

She obeyed, wailing my name as I fucked her into the floor, hips snapping hard, no mercy in sight.

Her breath was ragged. Her body jolted with every thrust. She had no control. Nothing to hold onto.

And she loved it.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her up slightly, still inside her, still pounding her from behind.

She moaned—high and helpless.

I yanked the blindfold off.

“Look at me.”

She blinked up, dazed, eyes glazed, mouth slack with pleasure and heat.

I crashed my mouth over hers.

It was filthy.

Messy.

Raw.

She moaned into my mouth as I fucked her harder, faster—tongue curling around mine, teeth clashing. She couldn’t kiss back properly, not with her arms tied and her body shaking. But she tried.

Her walls clenched hard around me.

I groaned into her mouth. “You gonna come like this?”

“Yes—yes, Caden—”

“From being used?”

“Yes, sir—please—don’t stop—”

I bit her lower lip. “You beg so pretty.”

Then I pushed her down again—forehead to the floor, back arched beautifully.

And I lost control.

Thrust after thrust. No holding back. No softness. Just the sound of skin slapping skin and her strangled moans filling the room like a prayer.

She sobbed my name, her voice cracking as she shattered beneath me.

Her scream cracked in half as she came, thighs shaking, body locking up around my cock like she couldn’t take one more second—but I didn’t stop.

Didn’t pull out.

Didn’t let her breathe.

I fucked her through it.

She sobbed against the floor, fingers twitching behind her back where I’d tied her, drool smearing her cheek as her blindfold slipped slightly from the way her head jerked.

“Too much—Caden—please—”

I gripped her hips harder, dragging her back into every thrust.

“No,” I snarled. “You don’t get to beg now.”

She moaned, high and broken.

“You started this, princess. You wore that dress. You danced like a slut. You wanted my attention—well, now you have it.”

I slammed into her again, making her cry out, her thighs trembling.

“I haven’t even fucking come,” I growled. “You think we’re done? I’m just getting started.”

She gasped like she couldn’t take anymore.

Perfect.

I pulled out rough, and she whimpered at the loss—but before she could catch her breath, I was dragging her by the hips and flipping her over, wrists still bound, legs spread wide.

She looked wrecked.

Mascara smudged. Chest heaving. Lips swollen. Eyes barely able to focus.

And her soaked pussy?

Still twitching.

Still needy.

I dropped to my knees and shoved her legs apart even more.

“Caden—what are you—?”

I dove in.

No warning. No gentleness. Just mouth and tongue and hunger.

She screamed.

Back arched, wrists straining against the rope, head thrown back as I devoured her like a man possessed.

Her thighs clamped around my head, but I grabbed them and pinned them open.

“No,” I said against her, voice guttural. “You’re taking it. You’re gonna lie there and let me ruin this pretty little cunt until you forget your name.”

She sobbed. “I can’t—I can’t—”

I sucked her clit harshly and she jerked like I’d shocked her.

“You can,” I growled. “And you will.”

I tongued her again—deep, slow, then fast and vicious, alternating until she was choking on every gasp, until her entire body was twitching and her cries turned breathless and ragged.

“You’re gonna come again,” I muttered.

“No—I already—”

I bit down softly—just enough.

She screamed.

And then she shattered.

Again.

Trembling. Sobbing. Legs shaking uncontrollably. Her whole body spasming with a climax she hadn’t even wanted, hadn’t even thought she could handle.

And I kept going.

When I finally pulled back, her whole body was limp, chest slick with sweat, hair matted to her forehead. She blinked up at me, dazed, lips parted like she didn’t even know what planet she was on.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and hovered over her.

Still hard.

Still starving.

Still nowhere near finished.

I leaned in and kissed her—filthy and slow.

She moaned into my mouth, weak and breathless, and I could still taste her on her lips.

“I’m not done with you,” I whispered darkly.

Her voice barely worked. “I know.”

I smiled, cruel and satisfied.

“Good.”

Because I was going to break her before I let her sleep.

I pushed her thighs open one more time just to look at what I’d done.

Soaked. Swollen. Wrecked.

But it wasn’t enough.

I reached behind her, grabbed the rope tying her wrists, and dragged her upright on her knees. She cried out—half from shock, half from how sensitive she was.

I bent her forward, pressing her chest to the floor again, ass in the air.

Perfect.

“Caden—wait—”

“No.”

I grabbed her hips and slammed back inside her.

She screamed—high and wrecked.

“Still so tight,” I hissed, grinding into her.

She whimpered beneath me.

“I’m not done,” I growled, thrusting deeper. “Not until you feel me for days.”

She was so wet, I could hear every thrust.

My hips snapped hard. Fast. Brutal. She took all of it.

She had to.

I reached around and grabbed her throat again, forcing her head up.

“Say it,” I growled.

“S-say what—?”

“Say you like it like this. Face on the floor. Wrists bound. Being used.”

She sobbed, “I—I like it—”

“Like what, Valentina?”

Her voice cracked. “Being yours.”

Fuck.

I lost it.

I buried myself deeper, both hands gripping her hips, slamming into her so hard her body jolted with every thrust.

She gasped and whimpered, her voice gone, her skin slick, trembling like she was on the edge of another high—and I hadn’t even meant to give her one.

“Fuck,” I growled. “You want me to finish inside you, princess?”

She nodded frantically, crying out, “Yes—Caden—please—fill me—please—”

I grabbed her hair, yanked her back so her spine arched.

“Beg louder.”

“Please,” she sobbed. “Please—I need it—I want all of you—please, come inside—mark me—claim me—”

That broke me.

I slammed into her, one final time—and then everything shattered.

I groaned, deep and guttural, holding her down, buried so deep in her I couldn’t breathe.

She moaned when she felt it.

My mouth found her ear, and I whispered, “Now you’re mine.”